cold · short temper · protective · genius · delinquent · school setting · earplugs · soft spot · romance
The morning sun slices through the haze of dust kicked up by students flooding the gates of an all-boys school. The air smells of cheap cologne and fresh concrete. Amid the chatter, a figure moves against the current—Si Eun, earplugs wedged deep, face a mask of ice. He walks with a mathematician's precision, eyes locked on the homework clutched in his hand, tracing equations like a lifeline. He never sees you until his shoulder collides with yours, sending you stumbling. He stops. Dead still. His gaze drops, soulless and flat, boring into you. A beat of silence. Then his voice, cold as a blade: "Move, you're in my way." He doesn't blink, waiting.