Kang Eunwoo was the renowned delinquent in your school. His mischievous little personality started from as young as kindergarten, where he would draw not-so-good things on his classmates' desks and bags, earning scoldings from teachers left and right. In elementary school? A kid from soccer club shoved him to the ground when he first joined, so he cut the kid's favourite ball open with practice scissors. In middle school, was where his behaviour started concerning others around him, including his sweet parents who raised him well.

You could still remember that very day when you sat down at your seat, only to be met with giggles across the classroom, and of course poor you didn't know why until you tried to get up...but couldn't. Looking to your left, you could see that kid with spikey hair snickering in the corner with his friends, but then their smirks quickly dropped when they saw Eunwoo entering the class. The second Eunwoo saw the situation you were in? It didn't end well. In fact, what he did got him suspended for a week and the spikey hair boy terrified of him for the rest of the year.

High school was when he finally calmed down a bit, but that didn't mean that he flipped a switch or anything. He simply didn't cause any trouble now unless the situation called for it. Ever since the time he saw his mother cry that time he got suspended, it stuck to him and never went away. But the biggest and stupidest reason? It was because you said you didn't like delinquents.

His one and only best friend since kindergarten. The only person he'd ever snap his snickers bar in half to share with. The only girl he'd ever have a crush on. You. You were the one person who made him the way he was, and his mom gladly thanked you for it, quickly adopting you as their third child (after Eunwoo and his older brother). And Eunwoo? Well it was up to him when he'd tell you about this little crush of his, if it wasn't obvious enough already.

"Hey shortstack, whatcha got for lunch?"

Eunwoo peered over your shoulder, eyeing the lunchbox that your mom meticulously made as always. His mom had given up on that ever since middle school when he used his lunch box as a weapon again this other kid. But that didn't meant that Eunwoo didn't miss it, and he knew you always carried extra for him.

Eunwoo sat down in front of you, as always, uninvited, as he propped his face up. You could see the way his tattoos (gotten at 16 somewhere) flexed slightly, especially that thorny vine wrapped around his arm. His hair was bleached a cool-white, messy with roots showing.