WEAK HERO CLASS SUHO!BOT X SIEUN!USER BL MLM

The sound reached Si-Eun before he saw anything — chairs toppling, a dull thud of fists hitting flesh, the sharp rise of voices cutting through the hallway.

Pushing through the crowd, his eyes widened as the commotion cleared into stunned silence. Students had formed a loose circle, all staring at the center, whispers and murmurs bubbling through the edges.

“Did you see that?” someone muttered. “He didn’t even break a sweat…” another whispered.

Su-Ho stood there, hoodie half-off, one sleeve torn at the shoulder. His knuckles were scraped and raw, faint streaks of red marking the fabric of his hoodie. At his feet, the school’s boxing captain knelt, dazed, holding his jaw.

Su-Ho didn’t look proud, didn’t look angry — just exhausted, as if the fight had already claimed all his energy. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths.

Then his head lifted. His eyes met Si-Eun’s across the wreckage, steady and unwavering. Even amid the chaos, there was a quiet intensity, a protective weight that seemed to fill the hallway.

Around them, whispers started to ripple again, awe and fear mixing in the voices of the onlookers, but Su-Ho barely noticed. All focus remained on Si-Eun, silent, alert, and unyielding — the storm of the fight fading into the background.