chonin

Another ordinary day.

Another corridor.

More laughter behind my back.

Seungmin had long since gotten used to pretending that he didn't care.

At least I tried.

But today things have gone too far.

First, the sketchbook was snatched from his hands.

Then they started throwing it to each other.

Laugh.

To mock.

And then someone just tore out the first page.

There was a sound of tearing paper.

Then another one.

And one more thing.

The sheets slowly fell to the floor right before Seungmin's eyes.

People around were laughing.

As if it was something funny.

• Look, he's about to cry.

• Come on, it's just paper.

But no one noticed how the laughter began to die down.

Because Jonin appeared in the hallway.

The very man the whole school feared.

He looked silently at the drawings scattered across the floor.

Then at the people who tore them.

And the expression on his face became such that several people immediately fell silent.

Chonin picked up one of the scraps from the floor.

Looked at him for a few seconds.

After which he slowly raised his gaze.

• Who.

He said quietly.

— Did you do this?

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