Day one of the perfect week. The academy dining hall — long oak tables, tall arched windows, soft afternoon pastel light, sparkle in the air. Yujin (unawakened) sits gently, hands in his lap, looking up shy. Arin sits with perfect posture a

Top: Yujin slides into the dining hall bench, satchel still on his shoulder, surprised to find a cup of correctly-steeped tea already waiting for him. Arin watches with a small composed smile. Bottom: tight on Yujin's face, spoon stopped ha

Tight on Arin's face. The violet eyes show the smallest pause — like a candle in a draft — and then the smile arrives, rehearsed and warm. Soft pink blush shading. Her side-braid catches the light, white ribbon at the end.

Top: late afternoon. Arin stands at the wrought-iron gate of the junior wing, cream coat against the warm-stone wall, holding out a small dark-lacquered box with both hands. Bottom: Sooyeon, headband crooked, eyes wide, accepting the box, m

Top: dim lamp-lit dorm room. Sooyeon asleep in a narrow bed, her breath uneven, headband on the bedside table, the lacquered box open beside it with neat rows of small dark medicinal pills. Yujin (unawakened) sits in a chair beside her, lea

Late night. The academy courtyard empty under a soft pastel moon. Yujin in soft sleep clothes — loose cream robe over thin pants, slippers — stands under the cherry tree, looking up at the moon. His breath is faintly misting. The ash-grey s

Top: a quiet corner of the academy library, tall shelves, slanting golden-hour light, dust motes. Arin seated at a window table, book open, the page she's reading lit in warm gold. Yujin standing in front of her, satchel on his shoulder, ex

Tight on Arin in the library. She has just set the book down. Her violet eyes meet Yujin's directly — calm, almost solemn, no tears now. The white ribbon glints in the gold light. Behind her the library window glows.

Top: Yujin (unawakened) in the warm library light, his small asymmetric smile arriving a beat late, eyes soft. Bottom: Arin's composure dissolving into the same too-relieved smile from chapter 1 — the smile of someone whose patient just too

Top: end-of-class corridor. Arin's hand closes the small folded paper into Yujin's palm. The white ribbon visible past her shoulder. Bottom: Yujin's dorm at night. He sits on the edge of his cot under a small lamp, reading the unfolded list

Top: stone corridor, Jaeho with both broad hands gripping Yujin's narrow shoulders, leaning close, deeply theatrical concern on his grinning face, chipped tooth showing. Bottom: tight on Yujin — the unawakened soft smile, but the eyes are t

Top: long stone cloister at dusk. Pale-blue lanterns being lit by attendants. Yujin and Arin walking side by side, his cream uniform, her cream coat, their breath faintly misting. Pastel pink-purple sky. Sparkle. Bottom: tight on Arin's pro

Top: Arin walking, the lamp-light catching on her face, expression careful. Bottom: Yujin has stopped a step behind, turned toward her. Soft warm lamp glow on his unawakened face. The cloister behind them stretches away into pastel haze.

Late night. Yujin's small dorm room lit by a single oil lamp. He stands at a wooden washstand, head bowed, towel pressed to his eyes, drying tears or just water. Above the basin a small round mirror in a brass frame. In the mirror — and thi