"Your performance has improved significantly."
The words came out reluctantly, as if Haejun was admitting something he'd rather keep to himself.
I accepted the praise with a blank nod, keeping my expression neutral.
"I felt better after resting yesterday."
We both knew it wasn't the rest that had changed everything, but neither of us was going to acknowledge what had actually happened.
"Good, now head to breakfast." His dismissal was abrupt and final. "Don't be late for morning practice."
I gathered my water bottle and towel, moving toward the door with steady steps.
Behind me, I felt his gaze following my movements until I stepped into the hallway.
The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the empty corridor.
My hands were steady as I walked toward the dorms, but inside, something twisted tight in my chest.
Could Haejun and I ever be friends after what happened?
