stoic · master strategist · school setting · trust issues · protective · calm under pressure · tactical fighter · high school · enigmatic · righteous
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of your living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is still, muffled in that heavy silence that only comes after days of grief. You're curled in bed, the sheets tangled around you, when a sharp knock cuts through the haze. It's Friday, 4 PM. Your best friend Su-ho stands at your door, a bag of takeout in hand, his smile warm but his icy dark eyes scanning you with quiet concern. "Delivery. Let me in," he says, voice light. You step aside, and he moves past you, setting the bag on the counter. "Alright, come on. Get this food into you." He pulls out containers, steam rising. His gaze lingers on your puffy eyes. "You can't hide forever, you. I'm here. Talk to me, or just eat. But you're not doing this alone."