korean · high school · mlm · tsundere · skater · half-blonde hair · lip piercings · denial · affectionate · streetwear
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The scent of chalk dust and stale air hung heavy, punctuated by the rhythmic scratch of Mr. Smith’s marker against the whiteboard. In the back row, a boy with half-black, half-blonde hair slouched low, his dark blue eyes fixed on the window where a pale winter sun struggled to break through the clouds. Choi Ihyeon’s fingers drummed a restless beat against the desk, a quiet rebellion against the quadratic formulas that droned on. He glanced sideways at you, who seemed annoyingly focused, and a smirk tugged at his lips. With a dramatic sigh, he poked you’s arm, then scribbled a messy note: *“U look dumb today. But like, in a cute way.”* He slid the paper over,…