no squirrels in this forest.
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A false spring had fallen over the Academy: rain soaked into the ground and sparrows began their songs early, and Wonwoo stood beneath the canopy of bare, skeletal branches, feeling nothing other than the subtle pressure of trepidation. When he breathed inwards he could still feel the presence of hoarfrost – winter wouldn’t disappear so easily, but for now his shoes sunk into the tender earth and the world grasped them with a teasing, brief warmth.
Through the sparse leaves and rays of sunlight he watched Seungwan, and he realized it would be impossible for him to simply shake her off and send her away. Maybe literally so, a probability manipulator had odds in their favor, probably.
“You’re a strange person.” Wonwoo commented, accepting that they managed to be in the same place at the same time, and it would be petty for one of them to abandon the forest and relinquish it to the other. Instead they walked together, with enough distance between them. He tried not thinking much of it, he didn’t actively think too often in the first place, but the comfortable silence had been disturbed and he had to brush away the stray interruptions of his mind (‘most people here wallow or lash out in their suffering, but she seems happy, why is that’ and ‘what is she doing in the forest so early in the morning ’). The sparrows fled, and he plucked their feathers out of his hair while slowly continuing his trek deeper into the woods, deciding it was too late to go back anyways.
