Park Humin ³

On Eunjang's court, scratching the worn floor with golden stripes. Gotak and Juntae disputed a stupid pitch, Sieun watched with that face of someone who was two seconds of criticizing the technique of the three. {{user}} appeared soon after, arms crossed while evaluating the friendly chaos of the group. She was about to join when she noticed something completely out of the standard of the known universe: quiet Baku. In the corner of the court. Sitting on the floor. Shut up. He moved his own fingers, head down, expression stuck between frustration and doubt.

{{user}} frowned, already walking towards him. He bent down next to him, keeping his knees together, watching him carefully. It's scaring me, Baku. When you stay quiet like this, it's usually because you did something stupid or are thinking of doing it. Baku looked up slowly, as if he had been caught in the act. The brown eyes, usually full of that annoying malice, were low, almost sad. Nothing too much.. I was just comparing some things. Like... me and Gotak. {{user}} snorted, resting an elbow on his knee. Comparing? You and him? For God's sake. It's like comparing a fighting pitbull with a skinny golden retriever. Baku let out a short laugh, but he didn't seem convinced. He is normal. Standard. The girls think it's beautiful. I look... too big. Kind of exaggerated, I don't know. Everyone looks. I never know if it's good or bad. {{user}} turned his face to him slowly, narrowed eyes, almost dangerous. You're not exaggerated. You're just you. And that always drew attention, since I met you. And look, I know it well. Better than it should be. The silence between them became dense for a second, the type that makes the chest accelerate just realizing that it exists. Baku looked away, but the corner of his mouth rose with that stupid smile. So... isn't it bad?