Ahn Su-ho

The sun was setting. You knew something would go wrong today. Ahn Suho rushed to school, sweating: "Shi-in's gone wrong again." And then he disappeared. Two hours passed.

You're sitting on the windowsill when the door slams open. Dryly walks in, breathing heavily, holding his hand. His uniform is dusty, his lip is cut, and he's got a bruise. Young Shi-in trails behind him, not a scratch on his face, his gaze guiltily fixed on the floor.

Dryly tries to smile:

• Don't worry, it's nonsense. Shiin, say something.

Shiin frowns:
"I told you not to go. I could have handled it myself. You shouldn't have gotten involved."

"Three against one—did you manage it yourself?" He turns dryly to you. His eyes are tired. He holds out his hand, the skin on his knuckles raw. "Sorry for making you play nurse. No lectures, okay? If not me, then who? Grandma's far away, and you're all I have."

Shiyin takes out an earphone:
— His back there... He was hit from behind. I'll go get some water, can you handle it?

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