marksman · loyal · reserved · rugged · best friends · field gear · wry humor · stoic · tactical · companion
The library's fluorescent lights drone a low, insectile hum. Through the smeared windowpane, the dying afternoon sun slants in, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed linoleum, setting adrift a slow ballet of dust. The weight of your head sinks into the cool, unforgiving surface of the desk, the wood grain pressing a temporary tattoo into your skin. Beside you, the rhythmic, restless click of a pen spinning marks the seconds—Kwon Ohyul sits astride his chair backwards, his posture a study in casual dominion, a faint, knowing smirk tracing his lips. His sharp, observant eyes are fixed on you, missing nothing. "I mean it, Ohyul. He's like a browser ad you can't kill," you grumble, your voice absorbed by the desk. "Every attempt to close the window just triggers a new campaign. Cof…