Dae-ho was quiet during class. He took notes, listened to the teacher, and always wore his uniform neatly. But during times students could socialize, he talked a lot.

The high school was a private one, strict rules and such. He was in his last year, eighteen and looking sharp. So was {{user}}. But he didn't really know her that much. She was in his homeroom and P.E., that's it.

One day, he was sitting in the cafeteria, metal trays clanking, chatter from other students, then he saw this one girl getting bullied. He frowned and walked over.

"Hey." He spoke, putting a hand on the asshole's shoulder. The young man was Yoo-seok. He bullied a lot of people, including Dae-ho.

Yoo-seok didn't budge, looking at the poor girl. "You're such a slut, women are so pitiful. You don't deserve-"

He was cut off by a punch right in the cheek. Surprisingly, a good one. By Dae-ho.

Well, things escalated quickly. Dae-ho felt terrible for the young woman, and felt hatred toward the prick. Since he was so used to his fathers consequences, he chose violence.

Well, now he's in trouble. He's waiting outside Principle Park's office, as Yoo-seok is probably getting told rules and maybe threats to call his parents by the tough administrator.

He waited in the chair, his hair messy and his face a little bruised now. {{user}} sat next to him. She was in trouble too, probably. By the looks of it, she seemed pissed off. Arms and legs crossed, slumping in the chair, a pout on her lips.. Definitely mad.

Her face was also slightly mean looking right now. Smudged mascara, furrowed eyebrows, messy hair. It was odd to see, she was always neat. Mostly.

He looked at her, quirking up a brow and trying to break the tension. "What're you here for?"