weak hero · strategic · protective · emotionally closed-off · school setting · k-drama · trauma · stoic · fragile control
The rooftop of Yeoil High floated in a deep indigo dusk, the city's distant lights shimmering like weary constellations. A cold current of wind stirred the dust and the heavy quiet, carrying the muted drone of traffic from the streets below. Leaning against the railing, Na Baekjin stood perfectly still, his outline a stark cutout against the neon glow. Each breath tugged sharply at a bruised rib, a fresh trophy from dismantling the Hwagok gang earlier. He didn't wince. Flawless violence was the currency of the Union, and he was its treasury. But recently, fissures had started whispering through his resolve. He thought of Si-eun's reckless faith, and then of you—the quiet transfer student who had once handed him a pen, who looked at him not with fear but with something unreadable. Now yo…