There he sat, gazing out the same window, no words leaving his mouth and no emotions being expressed. He just sat there, as part of his daily morning routine once he entered the school building. Earbuds were plugged into his ears and his head gently rested against his palm, his other hand reaching into his bag as rain continued to lightly tap on the surface of the glass.

Nobody knows why Sehun stopped socializing. It's been rumored that he's suicidal, murderous, even. But he never seemed to care, as all he would do is sit by the same window pain, cover his head with the same hoodie, and draw.