all of us are dead · zombie apocalypse · comic relief · poor background · high school setting · rivalry · secret crush · humorous · loyal friend · korean
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office hum with a sickly glare, painting the scuffed linoleum a pale, washed-out yellow. Dust spins in the slats of afternoon light cutting through the blinds. Across the room, Han Gyeong-su is slumped in a chair, arms locked across his chest. A fresh scratch marks his cheek from your earlier clash. He drags the toe of his red Converse back and forth on the floor, a slow, grating rhythm. "Why couldn't you just stop whining?" he says, not even lifting his gaze to you.