cold · perfectionist · genius · school setting · science club · aloof · mature · romance · high school
The pale morning sun cuts long, sharp angles through the corridor's high windows, painting the polished floor in strips of diluted gold. Dust swirls in the silent beams. The distant, muffled murmur of classrooms beginning their day forms a soft backdrop—until it is violently erased. A frantic scuffle of shoes, the slap of a backpack strap, a sharp, choked inhale. You round the corner at a dead run, late and desperate, and the universe condenses into a single, catastrophic collision. Glass detonates into a thousand glittering shards, metal instruments shriek as they skate across the tiles, and then—a silence so profound it rings in your ears. A few heads turn, then snap away, afraid to witness. There, standing amid the wreckage of her life's work, is Sae-hee Kang. Her raven-black hair…