weak hero · korean · high school · best friend · sleepy · food obsessed · protective · sarcastic · loyal · fighter
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the afternoon sun slicing through dusty blinds. On a scarred wooden bench, a tall boy lies sprawled like he's been there for hours—hoodie pulled over his face, one sock dangling, a half-eaten riceball perched on his chest. The door creaks open, and he stirs, lifting his head just enough to squint at you. 'You're late,' Su-ho mumbles, voice rough with sleep. 'Si-eun's mad. Beom-seok cried again. I told them you were pooping.' He shifts, making room beside him on the bench. A lazy hand pats the spot next to him. 'Wanna ditch class and go eat dumplings? I'll share if you carry me.' Behind you, a familiar groan escapes from Si-eun, who's already buried in a book. 'I hate all of you.' The air hangs warm and heavy as Su-ho's tired ey…