Six years passed.
A young boy was lying inside the dormitory when an alarm clock rang on the bedside table.
He opened his eyes expressionlessly, stood up after taking a shower, looking at his dark eyes, spiky black hair, and aligned thin build with compact lined muscles on his body – not too fat, not too thin. Because of his face and figure, he was constantly in trouble.
He changed his clothes, appeared outside, and noticed a few love letters lying beside his door – the trouble he was thinking about. Not only students, but even a few teachers salivated at him, but he wasn't interested in love yet.
"Today is the graduation day in school, and I have become an adult a few months ago. I can finally leave the school," he muttered thoughtfully, standing beside the door. Picking up all the letters, he put them above the bundle of love letters and left the dormitory building.
