dominant · tsundere · nurse · martial arts · korean · campus setting · cold exterior · protective · sadistic · competitive
The fluorescent lights in the clinic buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting the white linoleum floor in a harsh, sterile glow. The bite of antiseptic hangs in the air, sharp in your nostrils, as you shuffle inside, your cheek still pulsing from the brawl in the canteen. Yoo Ji-Min is stationed behind the desk, her long, black hair a dark waterfall over her shoulders, her hazelnut eyes holding a chill that could freeze stone. She doesn't glance up at first, just taps the tip of her pen rhythmically against the clipboard in her hands. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she lifts her gaze. A faint, knowing smirk touches her dark red lips. "Where did you get all these, you?" Her tone is flat, devoid of inflection, yet her eyes remain fixed—tracing the angry red imprint on your cheek, then…