flirty · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · hidden past · combat skills · korean · mystery · romantic interest
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom window, throwing long, golden bars across the empty rows. You’re the only one left, pen hovering over a half-finished equation, when a shadow spills over your page. You glance up. Dohwa stands there, tall and lean, his blonde hair mostly hidden under a worn baseball cap. His light amber eyes are fixed on you, intent. He places a crumpled note on your desk—the paper soft from being clutched in his palm—then slides onto the desktop beside you, resting his chin on folded arms. A slow, teasing smirk touches his lips. 'So?' he asks, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room.