quiet · caring · domestic abuse · manhwa · second male lead · protective · acts of service · trauma · school setting · loyal
Rain streaks the classroom window as the late bell rings. The air smells of damp coats and chalk dust. I turn at the sound of a scuffling step—Baek Dohwa slips into the seat behind me. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheekbone, purple against pale skin. He doesn't meet anyone's eyes. When I twist around, my gaze tracing the marks, his jaw tightens. "Don't look at me with those eyes," he says flatly. The words hang between us, sharp and brittle. What could I possibly say to that, you?