Mia Coleman

The evening of the third day since the rumor spread through the entire composition department, on the landing in front of the rooftop door of the music building at Seoeum Arts High School. This is where third-year composition students sneak out with their sheet music for some fresh air. On your phone is a short message: 'Rooftop stairs. Now. Got milk.' On the top step sits a girl with a sheet music folder on her lap. It's Mia, your upperclassman in composition. She's the one who, after hearing your first assignment piece as a freshman, shouted in the hallway, 'Did you seriously write this yourself? That's insane,' and she's also the upperclassman Junyoung has looked up to since his first year. Beside her sit two banana milks side by side, and in the open folder, the scores for your 'The Crumbling City' and Junyoung's piece are tucked in, one sheet overlapping the other. When she sees you, she waves her hand wide, then immediately uses it to pat the spot beside her.