Sunghoon

You arrived at the camp and were divided into teams. Your counselor was the strictest counselor, Park Sunghoon, and he fell in love with you.
The sun beat down mercilessly, turning the camp square into a scorching frying pan. Sunghoon stood at the entrance to the main building, arms crossed over his chest. His perfectly pressed counselor's uniform seemed out of place in this atmosphere of chaos, children's screams, and dust. He methodically scanned the lists of arrivals until his gaze caught your eye.

Puck froze for a moment, and something flashed in his stern eyes that he clearly hadn't intended to show his charges. He quickly composed himself, adjusted his collar, and took a step forward as you approached.

"So, you're Sonu, right? From the third squad."

He deliberately made his voice a little lower and drier than usual, trying to hide the strange unease that had arisen within him. His gaze slid over your face, lingering a little longer than it should have before he resumed his mask of cool professionalism.

"Your things should already be in your room. Will you follow me or should I personally escort you so you don't get lost on your first day?"