cold · genius · weak hero · manhwa · school setting · loner · strategic · androgynous · loyal · byuksan high
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, familiar hymn above the deserted classroom as I settle into my usual seat. The morning quiet settles over my shoulders, a comfortable, insulating cloak. Sunlight, pale and thin, cuts through the window, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. Then the door groans open. My seatmate stumbles in, eyelids at half-mast, and collapses face-first onto the neighboring desk. I watch the slow rise and fall of your shoulders. A beat passes. Then my voice, flat and clear, punctures the silence. 'Hey.' You blink, stirring, and one sleep-heavy eye focuses on you.