I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 5

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Episode 5
The evening before the Academy’s opening day.
Now that dusk had fallen, I was making my way toward the rear of the main academic building.
Since students gathered from across the country, a proper dormitory had been built within the Academy grounds. All First Generation Students were required to live on-campus as a condition of admission, so all around me I heard nothing but the sound of wheels rolling past.
‘Still, the benefits were considerable.’
There would be certain restrictions, of course, but the facilities were state-of-the-art and all living expenses were covered free of charge. Most of us, being adults, probably valued independence enough to accept the terms gladly.
Though only for one year.
I dragged my suitcase with difficulty as I entered the corridor on the third floor. Confronted by the chaos inside, I stood dumbly for a moment near the stairwell before heading toward my assigned room.
“…Hello.”
The moment I opened the door, a woman who had arrived earlier exchanged greetings with me almost simultaneously.
As I stepped inside, gripping my suitcase handle, she was already in the middle of organizing her bed.
“Do you have a preference about which side you take?”
“Not really. The right side works fine for me.”
I answered her question matter-of-factly.
Honestly, in situations like this, whoever arrived first had priority anyway.
Besides, when I thought of dormitory rooms, I’d pictured bunk beds, but the space turned out to be larger than expected—single beds were placed along opposite walls instead.
I draped my outer jacket over a chair and began unpacking my suitcase.
For a while, the room was filled only with rustling sounds, and it was only some time later that I realized the woman had been sitting on her bed watching me.
The moment our eyes met, what came from across the room was perfectly ordinary.
“If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?”
“…Twenty-five.”
“Oh, so you’re a year older than me. Do you prefer casual speech or formal speech?”
Her tone was unexpectedly matter-of-fact, quite different from her appearance.
She had the exact impression of an adorable younger sister.
As she widened her already large eyes, tilting her head as if urging my response, her pinkish bob cut brushed slightly against her shoulder.
“I’m not picky. Whatever’s comfortable.”
“Then I’ll drop the formality. What’s your class? What’s your Awakening type?”
…Could you give me a moment to breathe?
My new roommate proceeded to pepper me with questions as if she’d been waiting for this opportunity. Eventually, I grew tired of answering and simply collapsed onto my bed.
“Class B, Combat type.”
“What’s your weapon? From your appearance alone, I’d have guessed a Dagger.”
For a moment, I wondered if she was indirectly criticizing my dark demeanor. That made sense, since Daggers were weapons wielded by those with assassination abilities.
“Great Sword, unfortunately. And you?”
“I’m a Buffer, but I only got Grade B.”
At my question, the woman’s words trailed off and she seemed to deflate slightly.
I thought I understood the reason well enough. If she’d been a Healer, even Grade B would have made her nobility in Guild circles, with recruitment offers flooding in from all over. But Buffers faced far less favorable treatment in reality.
“If I could choose, I’d have gone with Buffer.”
So that was the extent of the consolation I offered her.
“Of course you should be a Healer—what are you talking about?”
“…”
For some reason, the atmosphere in the room turned cold. Searching for words in awkward silence, I opened and closed my mouth uselessly, while the woman wrinkled her nose once.
Well, everyone had their circumstances. You couldn’t really judge which Awakening type was good or bad.
Honestly, if anyone’s heart should have felt heavy in that moment, it should have been mine, not hers.
“Ah, never mind. Anyway, we shouldn’t be doing this right now.”
Huh?
The moment my roommate said those words, she jumped up from her bed and suddenly grabbed my wrist, dragging me along.
“What—where are we going?”
“Somewhere we can only go today, at this time.”
We’d barely been in the room for an hour when we found ourselves back out in the corridor.
Wait, we still haven’t even introduced ourselves properly—
“We’re getting ramen.”
Just like that?
* * *
‘Ugh, my eyes.’
Morning sunlight pushed through the window glass.
Hah—so today was already here.
The moment consciousness returned, all my senses came flooding back.
Ding!
[ The Guardian of Tae Won sends an advance warning: don’t be startled when you look in the mirror. ]
It was a message I could easily have predicted.
My face has to be puffed up like a bun by now.
‘I should have shown restraint.’
Drinking the broth too, of all things.
While I was deep in regret, my roommate had nearly finished getting ready and began urging me to wake up.
“If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late.”
“Ugh.”
I stretched languidly to the sound of the hair dryer.
I dropped out of university, and now it’s the Academy…
Regret washed over me—why had I even applied for this?
Though truthfully, it wasn’t entirely my choice.
Muttering inwardly about my pitiful circumstances, I dragged myself out of bed and pulled the blanket aside.
“They could’ve at least made a proper uniform.”
Just then, my roommate set down the hair dryer with a sharp click and fiddled with her bangs, murmuring to herself.
“…Why isn’t regular clothes more comfortable?”
“Well, if money weren’t an issue, it’d be nice. But it’s a shame either way.”
Wearing a school uniform at this age just seems strange.
Of course, my roommate still had a youthful face, so the crisp uniform actually looked quite becoming on her.
For a moment I imagined throwing any uniform on myself, then quickly messed up my hair at the thought.
‘At least people won’t curse me out.’
With that thought, I forced myself up and headed to the bathroom. I’d planned to get ready early and explore the area a bit, but there wasn’t time for it.
‘If I waste any more time, I’ll definitely be late.’
As I brushed my teeth irritably, catching sight of my swollen face in the mirror, I heard my roommate murmuring something outside.
“Hey! Are you grabbing breakfast?”
“No way, I’m almost late.”
“Cool, heading out then.”
Without waiting for me, my roommate breezed out of the room. Hearing the door close, I finished brushing my teeth.
[ The Guardian of Tae Won marvels at how instant ramen could possibly create such genuine closeness in just one evening. ]
That’s because all human relationships truly begin with ramen.
In that short time last night, we’d exchanged names, I’d revealed my Rank, and we’d shared where we lived, relationship status, and hobbies.
So this was already a solid start.
After all, the quality of life in a dormitory depends entirely on who your roommate is.
[ The Guardian of Tae Won shakes their head, saying I’d be late if I just closed my eyes and kept brushing. ]
Jolted by the guardian’s subtle rebuke the moment I opened my heavy eyes, I snapped to attention and moved quickly.
Still, by skipping breakfast, I’d managed to carve out a little extra preparation time.
What to wear wasn’t even a question.
‘Training clothes, obviously.’
There was no one I needed to impress, and they might even have us do practical training on the first day.
After that, I gathered my long hair—which fell past my shoulder blades—into a loose ponytail and grabbed my bag.
[ The Guardian of Tae Won gives me a worried look, saying I should find a friend to eat with as soon as I get there. ]
If all else fails, I’ll cling to Hye-rin, my roommate.
Guardian, just pray for my luck.
My goal is to quietly maintain a C-Rank until graduation.
* * *
Raon, the national special Academy.
Only recently had it begun accepting new students, so everyone who’d come for Orientation was from the First Generation.
It was glorious in a way, but it also meant we were under intense public scrutiny.
It wasn’t a title I welcomed. When I’d checked the news portal for the first time in ages, headlines about the Academy were still flooding in.
‘This is just my fate…’
Lamenting my ill-starred fortune, I climbed the central staircase of the Main Hall Lobby.
As I looked up, the first person to catch my eye was a man leaning against the corridor window, absorbed in his phone.
‘Could it be… that person?’
Even from a distance, I could recognize him, so my steps naturally came to a halt as I approached.
He must have sensed my presence because his gaze turned toward me, and I gave a slight nod.
“It’s nice seeing you here.”
The man straightened up and stepped forward to face me, opening his mouth. His voice was soft and smooth even in the morning, without a hint of roughness.
“…Yes. It is.”
I replied half-heartedly. Still, a faint smile played around Baek Seon-woo’s eyes.
Why did this person find everything so amusing? I couldn’t fathom it.
With no further conversation, I turned my feet toward the back entrance of the classroom. Then, suddenly, something caught my eye on his left chest.
「S Baek Seon-woo」
Strange as it was, I’d already seen it the day before yesterday and accepted it as natural.
That an S-rank Hunter would speak with someone as lowly as me, a mere C-rank.
Just then, a clear bell rang through the corridor, breaking the silence between us.
Checking the time, it seemed to be the preparation bell or something like that. Oddly formal, though.
“Aren’t you going in?”
Even at my question, Baek Seon-woo didn’t budge. He merely narrowed his brows as if something displeased him.
I left him there and moved toward the classroom door.
“Ha-ryeong.”
His quiet, deep voice struck something within me as he spoke.
Baek Seon-woo had drawn my gaze back to him once more.
When was the last time he’d called me by my given name alone, without my surname? It had been years.
Standing frozen in the unfamiliar warmth of it, I looked up at him—and Baek Seon-woo smiled beautifully.
“Ju Ha-ryeong.”
I had to admit it: whoever else might try, no one could match this man.
“What if we spoke informally with each other?”
“Why all of a sudden—”
“I think it would excite me more.”
His head tilted slightly, that graceful smile reaching his eyes.
And yet, there was something faintly pressuring in that expression.
Perhaps it was because he was an S-rank dealer, after all.
It wasn’t easy.
“Shall we go in?”
That warm, latte-colored impression of his somehow felt frightening.
[ The Guardian of Tae Won shakes her head sharply, reminding us not to be fooled by appearances alone. ]
In the end, I accepted the situation.
Only then did Baek Seon-woo, his smile unchanged, push open the back door, and every eye in the room turned toward us standing side by side.
C-rank, yet all the S-ranks are fixated on me.
Episode 5
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
Publication Date
| March 6, 2026
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| Talesyx Co., Ltd.
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| Chogeuk
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| Mallang Kongtteok
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