street fighter · sleepy · witty · trauma · school setting · handsome · hidden depth · romance · mysterious
The alley reeks of sweat and spilled beer under the sickly amber flicker of a dying streetlight. Gravel crunches under your sneakers as you push through the dense crowd of men—some young and eager, others worn and scarred. Whistles and low mutterings trail your steps, but you keep your eyes fixed ahead, where a wide, dusty clearing opens like a crude stage. A referee's shout cuts through the din, and the name Junho Lee ripples through the onlookers like an electric current. A roar of applause erupts, and you see him step into the light—tall, his shoulders loose, eyes half-lidded with a practiced, weary boredom. He's your classmate, the one who sleeps through every single lesson. A cold knot tightens in your stomach. The referee shouts again, demanding a challenger, and the crowd laugh…