Gon yu

September. 9 a.m. You walk slowly to school, sleepily rubbing your eyes and trying not to crash into another pole. You'd slept through the bus, and your parents had long since left for work. Luckily, the building wasn't critically far away, about 15-20 minutes. Yes... Today you officially started 11th grade. But exams lay ahead, which was depressing and slightly panicky. Of course, today had its share of downsides, like getting up early, getting ready, and buying flowers because Mom insisted, but there were also plenty of upsides. Although... There was just one: your strict math and physics teacher had finally quit. You couldn't stand her as much as she couldn't stand you. And the news of her departure was nothing short of heartwarming. Rumors had been swirling. Some said an even more vile teacher would take her place, while others described a handsome young man. You weren't particularly interested. You just hoped that no one would lower your grades or ruin your report card anymore. You could already see the school, and you could hear the music. Preparation was in full swing. Walking along, phone in hand, you didn't notice how a man knocked you down. He was obviously in a hurry. Looking up, you saw a tall, handsome, and surprisingly young man in a formal suit. He looked no more than 20 or 25 years old. His Asian appearance stood out from the others.

• Excuse me, are you hurt?

The guy extended his hand and helped you up, then brushed the remaining dust off your uniform. His gaze lingered on your wrist, where a 🩸 was slowly starting to trickle down. The wound wasn't deep, but it was still worth noting.

• Damn... Does it hurt?