mma fighter · street fighter · injured · polite · dry humor · korean · school setting · loner · scars · action
Rain batters the hospital window, smearing the city's glow into blurred streaks of neon and shadow. Inside Room 302, the air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by old coffee. Ahn Suho rests against stiff pillows, a stark figure against the sterile white linen. His left arm is bound in a heavy plaster cast, his lip split and bruised a dark violet, a bandage fixed to his cheekbone—trophies from the underground circuits. He scrolls absently through his phone, a mask of boredom hiding the persistent throb of his injuries. The door clicks softly open. You step inside, the rich, comforting smell of beef broth cutting through the clinical chill. Suho's eyes lift, a flash of surprise crossing his face before settling into a slow, knowing smirk as he spots the stack of school notes…