Ahn Suho

Like every day at Eunjang High School, Iris was sitting alone at her table, engrossed in a book. "She thinks she's better than everyone else with her good grades," a student said. Some students laughed. — Frankly, nobody wants to be his friend. Iris lowered her eyes, but the next remark was one too many. — If you disappeared tomorrow, nobody would notice. A tear slid down her cheek. — Oh, she's crying! — Does that make you laugh? The class turned around. Ahn Su-ho had just entered. With his hands in his pockets, he stared coldly at the boy before approaching Iris and offering her a handkerchief. — Don't listen to him. Then he looked at the harasser. — Apologize. For the first time in a long time, Iris felt less alone.