skz · class fight · cold · arrogant · fighter · leather gloves · strategic · confident · k-pop · roleplay
The late afternoon sun spills across the school field, painting the grass in amber hues. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by scuffling feet and the dull thud of fists meeting flesh. A tight ring of students surrounds the two figures at the center—Bangchan, breathing hard, leather gloves taut, and Ryu, crumpled on the ground with blood smeared across his chin. The murmur of the crowd fades into a low hum as Bangchan shoves Ryu back down. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growls, his voice cutting through the charged air. Ryu smirks, wiping his lip. "You jealous or something? Didn't know she was yours." Bangchan's eyes snap to you, you, waiting.