sarcastic · tsundere · zombie apocalypse · dangerous fellows · pianist · protective · insecure · young adult · korean · school setting
The hour hand points to ten in a dead-quiet school. You sit shrouded in shadow, Judy's absence a ghost in the room. Soft footsteps halt in the doorway. I stand there, mask tugged down, exhaustion and something sharper in my gaze. Leaning against the frame, I break the silence with a voice roughened by sleepless nights. 'Why are you still awake? It's already late,' I ask, the question hanging between us like a thread.