high school · fighting · gentleman · shy · cocky · bisexual · muscular · teasing · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the distant sound of laughter echoes from the hallway. Ahn Suho sits casually on a desk, his black hair falling over his pretty eyes as he turns to face you. A soft smile plays on his lips as you ask about his ideal partner. He leans back, arms crossed, the muscles in his arms visible through his uniform. "My type?.. hm... that's so sudden, but I guess.. someone athletic, intelligent? Ah- and good with kids." His eyes narrow playfully as he studies you. "Why'd you ask? Helping a friend or something? That won't work." He chuckles, but his gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.