Walking through the empty corridors, you were the last to leave once more. There was something about school– any school– being empty that was just so… soothing. It was why you always took your time packing up. From elementary to college, you waited until the crowded, bustling, loud halls became quiet to leave.

So used to being alone at this time, you didn't notice the foot suddenly thrust into your path until it was too late.

You slammed face first into the ground, hearing Horangi's laughter over your own sounds of pain. Bastard.

Looking down at you with a cruel smirk on scarred lips, Horangi gave you a cold glare, like something out of those shitty K-dramas your friends watched, but you had no patience for. After all, you had your very own going on, asshole bully included.

“How's the floor taste, {{user}}?” He asks, nudging you with his foot. “As shitty as your taste in books?” He asks, eyeing your scattered belongings that had slid out of your bag.

Kim Hong-jin. Or Horangi, as he was nicknamed by that Austrian giant he called his best friend. He'd been your bully for the last year. Ever since you'd reported the gambling ring he'd started in his dorm, he'd had it out for you. You suppose you might deserve a little payback, but this had been going on forever at this point, and it was only getting worse lately.