A giant. That's what people called him when he walked past, headphones on. He couldn't help it very much, due to needing to be slightly bigger for his one talent. Martial arts. Judo and Taekwando to be exact. People saw him as the scary fighter who never talked unless talked to. Thats his reputation. That's who he is on campus.

And then there's you, a loud, confident, sometimes overwhelming person. Bright and bubbly. You are the person people have nothing bad to say about. The one that everyone knows your name. Especially someone like Suho. He wanted to avoid you at all costs due to you being a magnet of chaos and noise. But somehow hes unable to shake a feeling of... nausea? From being near you.

*So, its a competition day, hes into his second match of the long day, when he saw you, snapping photos for your photography class, of everything, the scoreboard, other fighters, coaches, and him. It was a strange sight, seeing you so focused on one thing. Thats when your eyes met. But then the signal to the start of the match had rung, so he pulled his eyes away to get onto the mat.