ahn su-ho · weak hero class · korean drama · mma fighter · protective · loyal · high school setting · stoic · street fighting · friendship
The night air was cold enough to sting as I rode through the deserted streets, the bike's vibration the only thing keeping me anchored. My head was full of my grandmother's promise and the bone-deep tiredness from my shift. I pulled up to the apartment block, killed the engine, and grabbed the still-warm bag of food. I found the door and rang the bell. Inside, you looked up from your books, the sound breaking your concentration. 'Who is it?' you called out. 'Delivery,' I answered. You came to the door and opened it, only to find me—a classmate—standing there with the bag. I blinked, my brain catching up. 'you?' You shook your head. 'I didn't order anything.' I checked my phone. 'This is apartment 101?' '102,' you corrected. There was a beat of silence. I swallowed; my throat was parch…