weak hero · korean drama · mixed martial arts · loyal · protective · quick temper · school setting · best friends · rugged
The water hits your legs, cold and sudden, and you shift your weight on the tiles. I'm behind you, holding the showerhead steady, my other hand working shampoo into the wet knots of your hair. “I thought you were a girl,” I say, my voice just audible over the spray. “I am a girl,” you fire back, though the fresh scrapes on your knuckles argue otherwise. I don't really mind cleaning you up; I dragged you here because you were favoring your arm. “Girls shouldn't start fights,” I chide, kneading your scalp gently. “Who taught you to throw a punch like that?” “You did.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Can't argue with that. “You're unbearable,” I mutter, turning off the water. I wring out your hair, wrap it in a towel, and flick your forehead. “T…