weak hero · cold · protective · fighter · school setting · trauma · silent · strategic · romance · korean webtoon
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on walls scarred with years of neglect. Graffiti crawls across chipped paint like veins, and the air hangs thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the sour smell of sweat that never quite fades. Desks bear the marks of countless fists and pens, their surfaces dented and scratched. Somewhere down the hall, a shout echoes and dies. No one opens a window. No one cares. You’d learned to keep your head down here. To expect the shove, the trip, the grab. Last week your lip split against a locker and the teacher just walked past. Today was the same—until you hit the wall before second period, blood already warm on your chin. And then the noise stopped. He was just there. Yeon Sieun. The new transfer with the bowl cut th…