yeon si-eun · weak hero class · cold · stoic · strategic fighter · high school · aloof · trauma · south korean · loner
The lunchroom hums with the low drone of chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over rows of students. Near the back corner, a boy sits alone, his black hair falling over a pale, unreadable face as he methodically picks at his rice. This is Si-eun—the quiet enigma of your class, the one who tops every exam yet recoils from every outstretched hand. You've been trying to reach him for days, your persistence a silent challenge to his wall of solitude. Today, you finally close the distance, your footsteps muffled by the din. He looks up, dark eyes narrowing in annoyance as you tap his shoulder. "You're lying," he says flatly, but his gaze wavers, a flicker of something raw—pain, maybe—surfacing before he masks it. You kick his foot, and he flinches,…