I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15
The sound came from Park Si-eun’s seat, diagonally to my left.
The “luck” she’d mentioned probably referred to my being paired with two S-rank Awakeners and that moment at the beginning when a Status Abnormality technique had left me momentarily helpless.
But my attention quickly returned to the video.
There was a bigger problem at hand.
On the screen, Seo Do-hyeok was clearly demonstrating a flamboyant Support Damage skill.
Once that problematic scene appeared, the classroom grew increasingly loud with exclamations tinged with astonishment—everyone marveling that such a thing seemed impossible, yet brushing it off casually with the reasoning that he was S-rank, so anything was possible.
“Look at how fast he’s casting that Support Damage. He’s a Healer—is that even possible?”
“He’s S-rank, though.”
“Man, the world is so damn unfair.”
“Wow… I definitely shouldn’t mouth off to Yu-hyeon.”
Yes, please—let everyone’s attention stay fixed on the two men’s inhuman, dazzling techniques until this segment ended.
In fact, I felt almost grateful.
Especially since the Ice Spear Seo Do-hyeok unleashed was so brilliant and sharp it seemed almost wasted on something called merely “Support Damage.”
Thanks to that, my own performance—blocking the strikes while still allowing a few hits through—seemed to fade into obscurity.
“Ah, show us more!”
As the murmuring grew louder, the Instructor paused the video and rapped the teacher’s desk a couple of times.
“The Jujutsu-type Entity did appear with an unintended power increase, but the judgment was quick and the responses were swift. When facing a mental-type entity, even high-rank Hunters tend to develop openings.”
In the end, the footage never reached the part where we retrieved the flag.
The Instructor’s continued explanation took its place instead.
“If there’s one point to note, it would be this: did the Warrior really need to shield the Healer’s attack at that moment? A Warrior in the forward position shouldn’t unnecessarily block allies from behind—such an action can disrupt the team’s momentum.”
Since it was only a snippet of footage, no one could have known what we’d actually said to each other that day.
So to the Instructor’s eye, Seo Do-hyeok’s action—blocking the enemy’s advance—looked like the Warrior was pointlessly standing in the way of the path the Healer’s attack should have taken.
[ The Guardian of Tae-won bristles at what seems like another reckless slip of the tongue, but then something occurs to them, and they smile instead. ]
Why are you suddenly making me nervous, Guardian?
[ The Guardian of Tae-won calms their anger, reasoning that ultimately this turned out well for the contractor, and examines the newly purchased Teacup Set with meticulous care. ]
…So that’s why the teacups kept disappearing.
Please stop smashing whatever falls into your hands.
[ The Guardian of Tae-won looks as if to reproach the Constellation for their audacity, moving to slam down the teapot roughly, but then remembers the price and lets out a deep breath instead. ]
It was then, mid-conversation with the Guardian, that the Instructor’s gaze turned somewhere.
“Seo Do-hyeok.”
“Yes.”
Heads turned in unison toward the back seat by the window.
Today, like always, he seemed dry. Both his face and his presence.
“During training, was communication between team members smooth?”
At the question, Seo Do-hyeok’s eyes found mine.
He must have been confused too. When the Jujutsu-type monster had rifled through everyone’s minds, he’d certainly been seeing illusions as well.
And now, thanks to that footage, he was properly confronting his own actions in response to it.
“…No.”
His voice came low and heavy, and somehow I found it a relief.
That way, everyone would chalk my actions up to typical C-rank incompetence.
“By blocking the Healer’s attack opportunity itself, what was gained…? Well, I’d hope everyone uses today’s lesson to look at yourselves objectively.”
The moment the Instructor finished speaking, footage from a different scenario appeared on screen.
Only after watching two more teams’ footage did we finally get a break.
Before the bell had even finished ringing, I slipped out into the Corridor and headed toward the Water Cooler.
For some reason, I had the feeling Baek Seon-u would corner me again if I didn’t.
‘Ahh, that’s refreshing.’
After filling a cup with cold water from the cooler and draining it in one go, the tightness in my chest that had been suffocating me seemed to ease slightly.
Having gulped down more cold water and then turned with a light step, I immediately collided with someone standing nearby.
“Sorry—”
“You.”
Looking up, I was confronted with a handsomeness that was almost bewildering.
Beneath a sharply defined nose ridge, a smooth mouth stretched into a fine line, the corners slightly extended, and eyes that tilted upward just enough to give an impression far colder and more exacting than usual.
‘This is definitely guilty as charged.’
Even looking up at him from directly below, every feature of his face was flawless.
His skin was so clean and pale, unblemished, that if sunlight streamed through the window just right, his face could be displayed as art somewhere.
‘Ridiculously good-looking.’
…Or rather, why has this person been speaking informally to me since our first meeting?
“Excuse me.”
[ The Guardian of Tae-won remarks that you’re only just now noticing that, and says that even if you belabor the point now, it won’t make any difference. ]
Ignoring the Guardian’s words, I met Seo Do-hyeok’s dark gaze directly.
“Seo Do-hyeok.”
“……Why.”
“Do you know what I mean?”
Ah, my tone had been rather sharp.
For a moment, Seo Do-hyeok’s eyelashes fluttered briefly.
But if something needed to be addressed, it needed addressing right then—otherwise we’d stay stuck like this indefinitely.
“I let it slide during orientation, but why do you keep speaking informally to me?”
“We’re in the same cla―.”
“That doesn’t mean we’re the same age, does it?”
“…….”
My words had struck a nerve; Seo Do-hyeok’s mouth shut tight in an instant.
I seized the moment and asked what I’d been curious about.
“While we’re on the subject, how old are you?”
If he turned out to be younger than me, I’d definitely give him a crash course in manners—no question about it.
“…….”
I waited.
About ten seconds.
Yet he merely stared down at me with an expression of perfect composure, utterly blank.
It was starting to feel awkward.
“What, are you worried now that I might be your senior?”
I tilted my head slightly, my arms crossed.
I was only teasing a little, but his lack of expression or reaction made me feel oddly self-conscious.
……But really, why isn’t he responding? Is he having some conversation with a constellation?
[ The Guardian of Tae-won quickly searches for sunglasses, remarking that if he breaks eye contact first here, he loses. ]
Ah yes, it was exactly like that staring contest with Park Si-eun.
Could it be that because of that feedback earlier, he’s now thinking he needs to understand the dynamics, or some such nonsense―.
“That can’t be it.”
“Sorry?”
“You of all people wouldn’t.”
His rigid mouth curved into a faint smile.
Suddenly, as his hand stretched toward my shoulder, I twisted my upper body and dodged to the side.
“Getting frightened by something like that.”
“…….”
“You’ll be fine?”
Seo Do-hyeok tossed the words out casually and easily picked up the paper cup that had been behind me.
At a loss for words, I could only watch his movements with my eyes before finally letting out a strained laugh.
“Well. I mean, isn’t that the natural reaction?”
But instead of a reply, only his ribs moved a few times.
Soon after, the crumpled paper cup made a soft sound as it fell into the trash bin.
Then his dark eyes fixed on me again, sharp as anything.
“Will you be fine?”
I couldn’t understand what he meant.
All I could grasp was one thing…….
“It could be awkward for you too.”
His lips trembled ever so slightly as he spoke.
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The taste of the water I’d drunk moments ago lingered bitterly on my tongue.
Returning to the classroom, I sat down and muttered to myself.
‘That guy’s pretty sensitive.’
Honestly, finding out Seo Do-hyeok’s personal information wouldn’t have been difficult.
All I’d need to do was access the Awakener Association list.
And since he was one of the few S-ranks in Korea, it would be straightforward.
The problem was that I didn’t feel inclined to do it that way—it would require going through the Awakener Association, after all. I couldn’t exactly sneak into the staff room and search through files.
‘Forget it.’
At this point, hearing him use formal speech wouldn’t make much difference—it would feel like closing the barn door after the horses had bolted.
‘But what did he mean, that it could be awkward for me too?’
No matter how much I turned over our brief exchange in my mind, that part remained the most baffling.
I’d just asked his age, and now I had to deal with cryptic remarks like that? Honestly, I don’t understand what S-ranks are thinking half the time.
‘I just hope I never get entangled with anyone like this again.’
Any god will do, so please grant my wish…….
Ding!
[ The Guardian of Tae-won demands to know how you dare seek another constellation when he’s right here with eyes wide open, and kicks his chair back to his feet! ]
[ The Guardian of Tae-won seizes his sealed sword, stamps his feet with force, and vanishes somewhere. ]
What? What is this?
Why are you doing this, Guardian! Where are you going! Who are you going to see!
“Hey, so how many seconds for a B-rank?”
It was then, as I stood bewildered, staring into empty air, that an unfamiliar voice came from the row right beside me.
To steady my mind, I began twirling a pen between my fingers, idly moving my gaze in that direction.
The area around Baek Seon-u’s desk had been unusually loud the whole time. Male students had clustered around him out of sheer curiosity.
‘That guy really knows how to take it in stride.’
Baek Seon-u didn’t seem bothered at all—he maintained his relaxed smile while fielding even the most trivial questions. Watching him like this, I had to admit he really was a remarkable person.
It was as I found myself gazing at his profile, revealed in glimpses.
“Oh.”
Tap, rolling away—
Someone passing by brushed my elbow, and the pen tumbled off the desk.
For a moment our eyes met, but Baek Seon-u merely flicked the corner of his mouth up before turning his head away again.
‘Nice.’
Please, let him keep doing that from now on……!
I offered him silent encouragement against the boys surrounding him, then shifted my attention to the pen that had rolled to the desk’s edge.
Just as I reached down to pick it up, I spotted a hand—someone’s fingers—near one corner.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze…….
“That scene from before—no matter how much I think about it, something feels off.”
Park Si-eun spoke to me softly, audible only to my ears, her voice clear.
Between her lowered lashes, her eyes flickered with something like displeasure.
“Even if a Jujutsu spell weakened the Healer’s mind, she’s S-rank. I just can’t see how you could possibly block that.”
I stopped mid-twirl with the pen. And I met her eyes directly.
What was she bringing this up for now? She’d already brought it up herself earlier.
“I got lucky, I suppose.”
The moment an appropriate excuse left my lips, the warning bell rang.
Right then, the front door creaked open and Seo Do-hyeok appeared. Several gazes, including mine, naturally drifted toward the classroom entrance.
Seo Do-hyeok stepped inside without sparing a glance at his surroundings, passing by the teacher’s desk.
Without thinking, my eyes followed him.
“So that’s how you survive when you get lucky, huh.”
Though Park Si-eun didn’t let that last long.
I opened my mouth with feigned composure.
“Then maybe I should buy a lottery ticket—”
“Thank you for answering.”
Park Si-eun cut short my attempt at levity with no smile on her face, and without a frown either.
Whether that was all she’d wanted to know, she soon returned to her seat.
‘Sigh.’
I suppressed the sigh I couldn’t voice aloud.
Honestly, it feels like I won’t even live out my natural lifespan at this rate.
Is my life really this hardcore?
I’m C-rank, and yet every S-rank is obsessed with me.
Chapter 15
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
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| March 6, 2026
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