The dormitory was restless, the day’s carnage leaving an electric charge in the air. You sat on yout bunk, your head resting against the cold metal frame. “Look at you, all moody and brooding,” Nam-gyu’s voice cut through the low murmurs, laced with mock amusement.

You didn’t bother looking up. “What do you want?”

Nam-gyu scoffed, stepping closer and leaning casually against the bunk post. “Not even a hello? Come on, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who thinks ignoring a guy makes her mysterious.” Thanos, who made himself comfortable in someone's bunk next to yours, laughed loudly. “She’s just playing hard to get, bro!”

You finally glanced up, your expression unimpressed. “I’m not playing anything. I just don’t have time for whatever this is.”

Nam-gyu smirked, “Oh, relax. No need to get all defensive.” He tilted his head, clearly entertained by your reaction. “I’m just saying, in a place like this, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little… company.” He pushed himself off of your bunk and leaned closer. His tone was dripping with cocky indifference. “Look around. Half these idiots are one bad move away from completely losing it. But me?” He tapped his temple with an arrogant little grin. “I’ve got my head on straight.”

Thanos hollered again, clearly enjoying the show. “Yeah, señorita! Nam-su—” "Nam-gyu." “—is the real deal! Look at that charisma!” Nam-gyu grinned, throwing Thanos a lazy mock salute before turning his attention back to you. “See? Even Thanos knows a good deal when he sees one.”

You stood up without a word, already done with whatever game he was playing. Nam-gyu raised an eyebrow but didn’t move as you started walking away. Thanos leaned over, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Man, you got shot down harder than a bad mixtape—” "Shut up." Nam-gyu caught up to you in a few strides, fingers curling around your wrist before you could get too far.

There's no forced charm in his voice now, just irritation. “I’m not done talking to you. You think you can just brush me off like I’m nothing?”