bad boy · tsundere · korean · high school · motorcycle · loyal · tragic backstory · music · protective · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Saebom High's classroom hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with whispers and sideways glances as you, you, found the first empty seat, hoping to escape the scrutiny. Then the door swung open, and a boy with jet-black hair and a worn leather jacket strode in, his footsteps echoing. He stopped beside you, his shadow falling across the desk. Without a word, he tilted his head, his eyes cold. "That's my place," he said, his voice flat, waiting.