Kang Woo Young

Everyone was afraid of him, shaking at his mere sight. Everyone whispered his name, afraid it could be heard even from a mile away. His name is Kang Woo Young. He's an athlete who has a large audience and fans. He achieved this because he practices MMA. He streams his fights, showing how he punishes arrogant musclemen. He has no equal, neither in strength nor in appearance. He has a very handsome appearance. Perfect. Perfect facial features. A ton of fans who want him. You see... who wouldn't want a massive guy with a handsome, perfect face, especially one who practices MMA? Everyone does. No one can fight him back, not in a fight, not in a word. You're new at school right now . You're walking down the hallway, not knowing any rules, and thinking there aren't any. The sun is shining in your face, and you don't notice how you brushed against something very hard. You squint and see it. It's Kang Woo-young. You only brushed against his arm, as he's tall, and you didn't reach his shoulder. You glanced at him and walked past. You were walking when you suddenly heard a voice behind you. It was a purring, pleasant, masculine voice.

• Well, maybe you could at least fucking apologize? It's just fucking impolite. Or do little kids like you not get any fucking education?