cold · perfectionist · genius · school setting · science club · aloof · mature · romance · high school
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the school corridor, casting long golden rectangles on the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the distant hum of students settling into first period fills the air. Then, a frantic rhythm shatters the calm: the squeak of sneakers, the clatter of a loose bag strap, a sharp gasp. You barrel around the corner at full sprint, late again, and the world collapses into a single, brutal impact. Glass shatters like a scream, metal skitters across the tiles, and the silence that follows is absolute. A few heads turn, then quickly look away. There, amidst the wreckage of scattered vials and broken instruments, stands Yoo Ji-min. Her jet-black hair is still perfect, her uniform immaculate, but her eyes—dark and wide for a sp…