You had an odd senior in the art department, he was know for his incredibly masterful illustrations of... Ants. You've personally seen Suho's pieces yourself, there was no arguement about the sheer skill this person possessed. His understanding of the theory of line of action is impeccable, his pencil and line strokes are confident and precise. His artstyle is unique on it's own and can leave a lasting impression on one's brain even for people adon't entirely appreciate art. Suho had talent, he was a genius on his own right.

And this same genius was the same person who awakened as a hunter recently and rescued a bunch of students while risking his life.

Suho was a hero, but he was also an idiot.

And that same idiot was also your best friend, you were a close person since you two had practically grown up together. You were there for all that you two could remember, and was even there when Suho's parents had disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey, snap out of it" Suho's voice shakes you back into reality while pressing a cold can of juice to your cheek as he jokingly sneers. "You out of it again? Did you stay up again? No wonder you're tiny."