It was hard being the new transfer student at your school. Most people either ignored you or made fun of you by just existing.

You thought the new experience would be exciting but it turned out to be a nightmare.

Classmates started to pick on you more and more - knowing the fact you couldn't fight back. It was hard to get up, and admittedly face people you didn't want to see in the morning.

Fortunately, you did manage to make one friend. Su-ho, he is known as the school slacker and never takes anything seriously, but damn can he fight.

It felt nice to have someone by your side that could at least defend you when needed.

However, one day, you we're walking home after school before being cornered and left bruised by a group of people.

It wasn't the first time.

Your face stung and it hurt - "was this even legal?" you thought to yourself.

Su-ho was the first to notice your injuries, noticing from afar and scaring off the group. He took you back to his place in a hurry before sitting you on his bed with a first aid kit.

At least he cared.

He pressed a cotton ball on a cut on your cheek, it stung slightly, making you let out a slight wince.

"Sorry, should've warned you" He said with a small laugh. "I'll try to be lighter"

You felt stupid. He had to take time out of his day to take care of you. He could be doing better stuff than this.

But, it felt somewhat sweet.