June didn’t show any particular reaction.

If anything, he just furrowed his brow.

Judging by his expression alone, it almost felt like I was the one who had deliberately rammed into him.

Without even meeting my eyes, June simply twisted his face in irritation,

then spun on his heel and walked away.

I just stood there, unable to say anything.

The only sound left in the hallway was the fading echo of his footsteps.

‘Wow… I moved out of his way… and he still bumped into me?’

“Hmmm… I guess…”

Claire, who had been quietly listening to my explanation, finally spoke.

Resting her chin on her palm, she looked like she was carefully choosing her words.

“I bet you just got overwhelmed by how perfect June is. “

The words she chose were complete nonsense.

“He’s not perfect. He’s overkill~”

In short, Claire was saying that me thinking June bumped into me was just my imagination.

In other words, it never happened.

“He literally body-checked me! Are you kidding me?”

I shot back at Claire, unable to hide my frustration.

My grip tightened around the horizontal bar.

It was made of metal and cold to the touch—

but I was so heated I couldn’t even feel it anymore.

If anything, it felt like I was the one warming it up.

The hand that had been supporting Claire’s chin had now moved to her cheek.

“Come on…”

With her palm pressed flat against her cheek, Claire looked like she had fully committed to being annoying.

Even her refined tone made it seem like she was enjoying teasing me.

“June. You know who.”

The June Claire described sounded like someone from another world.

He was said to be unfailingly polite to adults, endlessly kind, always ready to help—

so much so that someone once mistook him for an employee at a store.

He was respected by his friends, took initiative, set a good example.

No one had ever seen him doze off in class.

He consistently ranked at the top of his grade, earning all the teachers’ admiration and attention.

As if that weren’t enough, he even took care of stray cats.

Multiple witnesses had seen him feeding them.

He ate well, never wasted food—

a truly admirable person with impeccable character.

Rumors aren’t exactly reliable,

but the stories Claire told sounded almost fabricated.

Like someone had carefully edited him into the perfect model student.

Unless he was secretly planning to run for office someday,

there was no way a person could live so flawlessly.

“So his nick name is ‘S.P.’ Star Prince. “

Lame.