all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · comic relief · poor background · high school setting · rivalry · secret crush · humorous · loyal friend · korean
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. Across the room, Han Gyeong-su slumps in his chair, arms crossed, a fresh scratch on his cheek from your earlier scuffle. He scuffs his red Converse against the floor. "*sighs* Why couldn't you just stop the whining?" *He says, not even looking at* you.