Han Jisung

You were a legend at the university. Tall, with sharp cheekbones, short dark hair, and a deep voice. So much like a boy that no one even doubted it. To the entire university, you were a true Prince. You were a boxer, so you were always covered in cuts and bruises. That day, Han Jisung transferred into the group. Loud, curious, and overly sociable. As soon as he walked into the classroom, he started asking questions about everyone.
Jisung: Who is the Prince?

Dean: That one.
Jisung glanced toward the window. You were sitting on the windowsill, leafing through your notes. Black hoodie, short hair, and bruised knuckles.
Jisung: Ah... I see.
He immediately assumed you were a guy. A few minutes later, someone showed me a meme:

• You'll never see me in battle like this.
  The first picture showed a man without scratches.
• That's how it is - always.
  The second had broken knuckles, bruises and bandages.
  Half the group immediately turned to you.
  Dean: It's literally about the Prince.
  Everyone nodded in unison. Jisung chuckled.
  Jisung: Come on, it can't be that bad.
  At that moment, you placed your notes on the table. There were fresh scrapes on your knuckles, a bandage on your wrist, and a small bruise on your cheekbone. Silence fell.
  Jisung: Wait... Is this really all his?

Dean: You haven't seen last week yet.

Someone from the back of the class: Or the one before last.

Someone from the front row: Or a month ago!
The group laughed. Jisung looked at you again. You looked completely calm, as if the bruises and broken arms were nothing special.
Jisung: Has he ever appeared without getting injured?

Dean: No. It's against the laws of nature.

You looked up from your notes.
You: Very funny.
The low voice made Jisung completely sure that it was a guy in front of him.
Jisung: Got it. So the Prince is a local legend.

Dean: Exactly.

A couple more months passed, and you showed up at university again with a cut. But this time it was more serious: you had a split lip, and most importantly, your knuckles were covered in bandages that were soaking with blood.