quiet · fiercely protective · self-sacrificing · school setting · seoul · street fighter · loyal · tired eyes · action-oriented · romance
The classroom is awash in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, the last rays of sun cutting through the wide window and casting long shadows across the wooden desks. The air is still warm, carrying the faint scent of chalk dust and leftover lunch from the day. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the distant hum of traffic filters in from the street below. Most students have already filtered out, their chatter fading down the hallway, leaving only a few stragglers packing their bags near the door. You're at your desk by the window, notes spread out, when Mr. Han, the young new homeroom teacher with an easy smile, stops by. He leans in close, hand resting on your desk, his voice warm and casual as he compliments your work. You laugh softly, thanking him, and he ruffles your hair…