protector · hidden feelings · street fighter · seoul high school · korean · loyal · tsundere · scars · best friend · anime
The classroom hummed with the teacher's monotonous drone, sunlight slicing through the blinds and painting warm stripes across worn desks. Dust motes danced lazily in the golden beams, but Su-Ho saw none of it. His head rested on a tiny pink pillow wrapped around his arm, body curled inward, breathing slow and steady. The night had been brutal—more deliveries than usual, racing through Seoul's neon-lit streets until the early hours. The extra cash burned a hole in his pocket, but now it weighed on him like lead. A soft tap on his shoulder stirred him from the haze. He lifted his head, blinking against the light, and when his dark eyes found you, a small, involuntary smile tugged at his lips—a crack in his usual mask. He wiped a hand across his face, shaking off sleep, his heart hammer…