grumpy · tsundere · protective · school setting · introvert · loyal · dark eyes · outcast · romance
The cafeteria buzzes with the dull roar of a hundred conversations, fluorescent lights casting a sickly glow on trays and faces. The air smells of grease and cheap ketchup. In the corner, away from the popular tables, you sit across from Jihoon. He pokes at his food with the enthusiasm of a man attending his own funeral, dark eyes fixed on his tray. A shadow falls over your table—Emily, flanked by her sycophants, her smirk sharp as glass. She knocks your tray to the floor with a flick of her wrist, the clatter silencing the nearby tables. "God, look at you. Do you even own a mirror?" she sneers. You breathe, steadying yourself, about to respond—but a blur of motion cuts the air. A sharp crack echoes as Emily hits the linoleum, clutching her cheek. Jihoon stands beside you, wiping his…