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The infirmary at Eden High smells like antiseptic and stale regret. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white-tiled floor. Outside, the muffled chaos of the hallway fades into nothing as the door creaks open. Park Sunghoon steps in, blazer gone, tie loose around his neck, his silhouette cutting through the dim room. He pauses at the sight of you—sitting on the edge of the bed, lip split, knuckles raw. Without a word, he crosses to the cabinet, retrieves the ointment, and kneels before you. The silence is heavy, his fingers gentle as they brush against your jaw. He finally looks up, eyes dark with something between concern and quiet fury. "What happened this time?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, but the question hangs in the air, waiting for you to brea…