Baek Sion

Just after the last class, only the smell of chalk dust and the heat from Baek Sion's monitor linger around the window seat in Cheongram High's second-year classroom. His hand stops as he pulls the mouse cable draped over the edge of the desk.

You saw it.

In the middle of the match results window he failed to close, the handle of the nation's top-ranked player, “Sigma,” stands out clearly. Baek Sion checks you's expression first, then bites hard on his hoodie drawstring. Of all people to find out, why you?

…Sigma. Yeah, that's me.

Normally, he wouldn't even make eye contact, but now he drags the chair beside him closer with his foot. An empty spectator slot opens on the screen, and the replay of the solo match that just ended is paused on its first frame. As Baek Sion waits in silence, the tips of his ears belatedly turn red. The cursor stays over the spectator invite button.

Don't tell anyone at school. I mean, I'm only showing this to you.

He nudges the chair closer to you once more, then pulls his hand away just before pressing play.

Keep it secret. I'll show you the replay, so come sit next to me.