I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

"Let's go to the beach."

Frida-sunbae suddenly suggested this out of the blue. We had no particular reason to refuse, so we changed our clothes and headed for the subway station. We transferred directly to the airport railroad from Line 2.

Beep—

"Transfer."

Selma-sunbae grumbled as we walked through an endlessly long transfer corridor for five minutes.

"Why is this place so stretched out? Did they mess up the construction or something?" "Well... It's a notoriously long transfer section. Just think of it as part of your diet... Hehe." "Haha, maybe we should have just taken the bus." "..."

However, I found it hard to sympathize with their complaints.

By Pink's standards, this was an ultra-luxurious facility.

The public transportation, which could be used by simply tapping a card, felt particularly convenient today. There were plenty of things far more inconvenient than this.

'Being able to get on just by tapping a transportation card... isn't that super convenient? It's not like we have to submit an ID or a student certificate to get a season pass...'

A season pass?

For a moment, the cheerful voice of a young girl flashed through my mind.

• "Here! Cute secretary, this is the Ether Train season pass issued by the <United Student Council>!"

...

Something...

I felt like something was coming back to me...

"..."

As I stood still, the sunbaes who had gone ahead turned around to look at me.

"Clara?" "Oh, it's nothing—☆"

I quickly followed after them. As we descended further, a train bound for Incheon Airport arrived.

Clank—Clank—

Honestly, when I first heard Frida-sunbae's suggestion, I was quite surprised. Somehow, the idea of the "sea" felt incredibly distant.

But now, just 15 minutes after entering the station, we were already on a train heading to Incheon, and I wondered why it had felt so far away.

'It's not like I live in some landlocked region like Mongolia, where there are only plains... Why was I so surprised at the mention of the sea...?'

The subway heading to Incheon Airport was sparsely populated, given the odd time of day. The only passengers were travelers with their suitcases, busy on their phones.

Clank—Clank—

The hard sensation of the seat beneath me felt unfamiliar. The sudden decision to go to the sea on a weekday afternoon was strange. Everything except the sunbaes felt both natural and unfamiliar at the same time.

It was like entering a traditional Korean restaurant only to have an Italian chef serve you a French-style Hawaiian pizza.

• "I'm so glad to meet you!"