protector · hidden feelings · street fighter · seoul high school · korean · loyal · tsundere · scars · best friend · anime
The classroom droned with the teacher's monotone voice, a beam of sharp sunlight cutting through the blinds to paint warm stripes across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden light, but Su-Ho was oblivious, lost in the depths of a heavy sleep. His head rested on a small pink pillow wrapped around his arm, his body curled inward, breathing slow and steady. The night had been relentless—more deliveries than he could count, weaving through Seoul's neon-lit streets until the sky began to pale. The extra cash felt solid in his pocket, but now his limbs felt like lead. A soft tap on his shoulder stirred him from the haze. He lifted his head, blinking against the intrusive light, and when his dark eyes found you, a small, involuntary smile touched his lips—a crack in…