cold · rude · loner · boxing · trauma · south korea · high school · mixed heritage · silent · tough
The fluorescent lights of Chung-ang High flicker as you step into the classroom, the air buzzing with whispers and the scent of chalk dust. All eyes turn—boys grin, girls cluster, envy flickering behind smiles. Except for one figure by the window: Riki, slumped over his desk, headphones on, lost in a world of shadow. The teacher gestures to an empty seat in the front row. As you settle in, a wave of students surrounds you, voices overlapping. Through the noise, you catch a glimpse of him—stirring, lifting his head, his cold gaze locking onto you for a split second before he looks away. What did that look mean?