Nyx was deeply worried about Yuna. He had only wanted to help her when things went wrong, but unfortunately, it all ended in the worst way possible. One wrong move, one accidental moment—and everything spiraled.
After the incident, Iris and Eira took a shaken Yuna to the girls' room. Nyx, along with the rest of the class, returned to their seats. But the mood had completely shifted. The air in the classroom was tense and quiet. Silent eyes kept glancing at Nyx, full of judgment and questions.
It looked bad.
Really bad.
Even though most of them knew he was only trying to help, the image of Yuna's torn dress lingered in everyone's mind. And in that silence, nobody dared to speak to him. Not yet.
Nyx sat in the back, head down, hands clenched. He could barely breathe from the guilt crushing his chest. His heart kept replaying the moment—how he'd reached out to protect Yuna, how her uniform had ripped by accident, how terrified she had looked.
He didn't even touch her intentionally. But it didn't matter now. The damage was done.
In the girls' room, Yuna sat still, arms wrapped around her knees. Her heart was still racing. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held her torn shirt closed. She wasn't crying, but the shock hadn't left her face.
Iris knelt beside her, brushing her hair behind her ear gently.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "No one saw anything. Juno covered you right away."
Yuna gave a tiny nod but didn't speak. Her throat was tight.
Eira stepped forward and offered her a neatly folded uniform.
"Here… it's mine. An old one, but it'll fit. Change into this," she said softly.
"Thank you…" Yuna whispered, her voice barely audible. She took it with both hands and slowly stood to change.
As she changed behind the curtain, Iris muttered, her tone sharp.
"It's all because of Nyx. I knew it. He always finds trouble, and now this. When I get to class, I'll make him apologize. I won't let him get away with this."
"No, Iris," Yuna's voice came out quickly from behind the curtain. "Don't… He was trying to help. It was just bad luck. Please… don't make this worse."
Iris blinked. "But—"
"I said no," Yuna cut her off. "I don't want this to become a bigger deal. I don't want to talk about it again."
Eira stepped in. "Yeah, let's just leave it. She's been through enough."
Iris sighed. "Okay… fine. Whatever."
The three girls returned to class quietly. The teacher had already begun, so they asked for permission and slipped into their seats. As they walked in, everyone stared—not at Iris or Eira, but at Yuna. Her head stayed low, and her cheeks were pale. She felt like every eye in the room was judging her, even if no one said a word.
Nyx didn't look at her. He couldn't. He kept his head down, pretending to take notes, though his hand barely moved. His heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of guilt. Every breath he took reminded him of her eyes—wide, scared, vulnerable.
He had to say sorry.
But how?
After class, when the teacher left, students started gathering around Yuna, asking how she was.
Iris quickly got irritated. "She's fine! Stop crowding her. You're just making it worse. Leave her alone."
Everyone stepped back awkwardly and returned to their places.
During break time, Iris stood up. "I'll go get you a drink. Just wait here," she said, and walked off.
As Juno passed the room on his way outside, Yuna spotted him and called out, "Juno…!"
He paused and turned around, his expression calm. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay now?" he asked gently.
Yuna looked up at him, her voice soft. "Yeah… thanks to you. Without your help, I don't know what would've happened…"
Juno gave a small smile. "Don't worry about it."
Nyx was sitting at a table nearby. When he heard Yuna thank Juno, something inside him cracked. He stood up suddenly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. Heads turned as he rushed out of the room without a word.
Yuna flinched slightly at the sound but continued, "Really… thank you, Juno. I'll return your jacket tomorrow."
"It's okay. Take your time," Juno said warmly. Then he glanced at Eira, who gave him a grateful nod.
He returned it with a small smile and quietly left the room.
Inside, Yuna stared at the floor. Her emotions were a mess—embarrassment, confusion, fear… and something else she couldn't quite name. She didn't blame Nyx, but every time her mind replayed the moment, her chest tightened.
The next period was Jensy ma'am's class—time for results.
"Students!" she called out cheerfully. "Are you ready to hear the final results?"
"Yes, ma'am!" the class chorused.
"The student who came in second place, with impressive votes… is Iris!"
The class clapped loudly, and Iris looked genuinely shocked.
Then came the main announcement.
"Now, for the position of class president…" she paused for suspense. "The one who received the most votes is… Juno!"
Everyone clapped again. Juno looked stunned, frozen in his seat.
Everyone turned to look at Ren—he just smiled knowingly. (He had secretly convinced the class to vote for Juno.)
Juno slowly stood up, walked to the front, and thanked everyone in front of the teacher. But his face didn't show happiness. He didn't smile. His eyes looked distant—thoughtful.
Back at his seat, Nyx still hadn't spoken. He didn't even react to the election results. All he could do was glance occasionally at Yuna, hoping she would look back—but she never did.
He wanted to apologize. More than anything, he wanted to make things right. But fear held him in place. What if she hated him now?
Yuna didn't look at him either. But in her heart, every time she remembered what happened—her torn clothes, her exposed skin—she shivered. Not from cold, but from fear. From shame. And yet… a part of her also remembered how scared Nyx looked.
They were both victims of a moment they couldn't control.
Neither of them spoke.
And in that silence, the distance between them only grew.