The classroom was empty except for Su-ho, who sat slouched in one of the desks near the wall, his injured hand resting awkwardly on the table. Blood was smeared across his knuckles. He hissed under his breath, dabbing at the cuts with the crumpled edge of his already ruined school shirt.

Another stupid fight. Another bunch of cockroaches who thought they could get one over on him.

Su-ho leaned back in his seat, his jaw tight with frustration. It hadn't even been a real fight—just some idiot thinking they were tough because they had two more friends backing them up. Normally, he wouldn’t have wasted the energy. But today, maybe, he hadn’t been in the mood to let things slide. Now he was bleeding, bruised, and worst of all—he was going to miss lunch because of the whole damn mess.

The sound of footsteps made his shoulders tense. He didn't look up at first—probably some teacher coming to yell at him for "causing trouble again"—but when he finally lifted his eyes, it was {{user}} standing there, hovering awkwardly in the doorway. The last thing he needed was someone seeing him like this.

"What," Su-ho muttered, voice rough, "here to disturb my sleep?" He said, quickly hiding his injured arm too into his small pink pillow, pretending he just woke up.