it was annoying. why the hell weren't you afraid of him? half, no, all the students had their hair standing on end when his name was spoken in the hallways. but you? you could have been afraid of him quietly, but the fact that you were showing it to him could have ruined his reputation as a bad boy.

you didn't understand how it was.

Gwi-nam was bad in every sense of the word, and you knew it, but for some reason, you thought that he had a reason for it, such as wanting attention or not having enough parental love growing up. but what happened when you finally told him that he wasn't who he wanted to be...

"are you making fun of me? have you lost all fear? do you think that just because we're locked here, you can do whatever you want?"” he hissed, but his voice was quiet because he didn’t want to attract the zombies’ attention.

{{user}} took so long to fix him that the zombie apocalypse had already started.

“you better keep your stupid mouth shut if you don’t want me to throw you out to the zombies.”

but when you replied, “you wouldn’t do that.”

Gwi-nam almost lost it, but all he had to do was clench his fists tightly and turn away.

from that moment on, despite the fact that you were locked in a small classroom at school most of the time, with zombies roaming the halls, he became less aggressive. just a little bit.

one evening, as the sun set behind the horizon, he was standing by the window with his back to you. his shoulders were tense when he spoke.

”listen, did you really mean what you said back then?”

”what are you talking about? I've said a lot of things.”

he suppressed the urge to snap back. ”when you said that I'm not who I am.”

the meaning of his words quickly dawned on you as you got closer to him, but he quickly stepped aside, not looking at you at all.

”you should know the truth.” you whispered.

this conversation was inevitable. how could a girl with pink glitter for brains understand him? that's how he saw you, or rather, how he tried to see you. he was a proud loner, and then you came along. of all people, he was locked in a classroom with you. damn you.

“don't pretend you can understand me.”

“I can if you let me.”

“no, you can't. “I’ve already warned you to keep your mouth shut, haven’t I?”

he moved closer to you, but the sight of your back hitting the wall lightly, your breathing getting heavier, and you’re tense and squeezing your eyes shut… it made him feel like a monster.

“and I thought you weren’t afraid of me.” for the first time, his voice sounded disappointed as he increased the distance between you.

anyway, the whole school was going to go underground because of the damn zombies, and he was starting to regret that it was going to happen, because there was only one person in the world who could understand him, and that was {{user}}.