The moment Calix stepped into the classroom, every pair of eyes turned toward him.
Conversations faltered. Chairs creaked. Even the air seemed to still as students took in the unfamiliar figure standing by the door—broad-shouldered, blond hair glowing faintly under the ceiling lights, an easy grin softening his otherwise striking features.
"Class," the professor announced, "we have a new transfer student joining us today. Please welcome—"
"Calix Han," he supplied with a cheerful nod. "Just Calix is fine."
His accent—smooth, lilting, unmistakably Australian—sent a ripple of surprise across the room. A few students exchanged curious glances; a few girls whispered behind their notebooks, already smiling at the way his voice wrapped around the words.
Calix flashed a polite grin, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket. "Nice to meet you all."
He found an empty seat halfway down the row, moving with that same easy confidence that made him seem like he belonged anywhere.
But as he settled in, Seojin's eyes followed him.
From the corner of the room, Seojin watched silently, expression unreadable. The new guy's accent might've caught attention, but to him, it was just noise. Still, the buzz in the room—the stares, the faint murmurs of admiration—itched under his skin in a way he didn't expect.
So this is the one everyone's talking about, he thought. The transfer.
Blake leaned closer, whispering, "Looks like you've got competition, mate. The guy's already got half the class staring."
Seojin's lips curved faintly. "Competition? Please. He might shine now, but confidence like that never lasts long."
Blake snorted quietly. "He does seem chill, though. Doesn't care if no one talks to him. Just… fits in like it's natural."
That part, Seojin had to admit, was true. Calix chatted casually with the students nearest him, his tone light, gestures open. He didn't force himself into anyone's circle, didn't try to impress. It was that same quiet self-assurance—the kind that didn't demand attention, yet drew it effortlessly—that set him apart.
Still, Seojin's pride whispered:
Let's see how long that lasts here.
When the lecture ended, chairs scraped against the floor as students rushed out. Calix packed his bag at an unhurried pace, offering quick goodbyes to a few classmates before leaving.
Seojin and Blake headed in the opposite direction, toward the cafeteria, where Minho and James were waiting. Yet even as Seojin joined the laughter and chatter of his friends, his mind flickered—once, briefly—to the new transfer who had managed to pull a room's attention without even trying.
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