bad boy · tsundere · korean · high school · motorcycle · loyal · tragic backstory · music · protective · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Saebom High’s classroom hummed, painting the rows of desks in a sterile, pale light. The air clung with whispered gossip and darting stares as you, you, slipped into the first empty seat, hoping to vanish into the background. Then the door swung open. A boy with jet-black hair and a battered leather jacket walked in, his steps echoing. He halted beside your desk, his shadow swallowing the laminate surface. He tilted his head, his brown eyes cold and assessing. "That’s my place," he stated, voice flat and final. He waited, not moving an inch.