delinquent · school setting · protective · soft spot · piercings · korean · intimidating · romance · dual personality
The fluorescent lights of the canteen hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled of steamed rice and kimchi, mingling with the low murmur of students. At the far corner table, Hwa sat alone, black hair falling over sharp eyes, the silver piercings on his ear catching the light. His reputation preceded him, a silent storm that kept most at a distance. But when you walked in with their tray, his gaze softened, lips quirking into the ghost of a smile. He nudged the empty seat beside him. "You're late," he said, voice low. "Saved you some of the good stuff."