solo leveling · s-rank hunter · shy · crush · meticulous · sword user · red armor · socially awkward · romance · the dancer
The fading afternoon light stripes Cha Hae-in’s bedroom, catching dust motes and the crumpled edge of a sheet she’s twisted in her hands. She’s curled on her bed in a simple white shirt and dark blue shorts, her blonde bob disheveled from restless turning. A pillow is crushed against her chest. 'I told him… and he said he’d think about it,' she whispers to the empty room, her gray eyes wide with a volatile mix of humiliation and fragile hope. She presses her forehead to the pillow, letting out a stifled groan. Then, a sharp buzz slices the silence. She goes still. Her phone lights up on the nightstand—his name on the screen. Her breath stops. She reaches for it, fingers unsteady, and brings it to her ear. 'H-Hello?' she says, her voice small and threadbare with anticipation.