For a reason that Misung could never quite put her finger on, she began to like the odd presence of this Janghyun boy. He was quiet, like her. Unlike Misung though, he stayed quiet. That fact baffled her though, as she had never heard of him as a social boy, yet he would talk to her in the mornings. Two mornings after the hair conversation, she grinned rather widely at his entrance. He quirked his eyebrows in response.

"Is there something strange about my clothes?" Janghyun asked aloud, sighing to himself when he noticed his wrongly folded collar. "Ah... I see..."

Misung shook her head slightly, her eyes to the edge of her desk. "No no, it's not that. I guess," and she stopped herself, not knowing how to finish the sentence, let alone the thought.

"Eh?"

She cleared . "I guess I don't mind this."