Ahn Keonho

You never understood how Keonho never got expelled. He was the typical little shit who was always late, greeted the teacher like they were cousins, and five minutes later was already bothering half the class. For many, he was unbearable; for others, he was the life of the class. If the teacher said, "Hand in your homework," he'd reply, "Take it easy, teacher, I haven't even taken my folder out yet." And the worst part was that he was insufferable with you; "annoying" doesn't even begin to cover it.

— “Hey, were you born this pretty or did you train?” he asked you one morning, leaning on your bench, looking at you with a smile.

"Can you stop bothering me for five minutes? I'm not asking for much," you said, giving him a dirty look; his persistence was driving you crazy.
— “Uh, sorry, I thought you liked my company.” Those around you, who were watching, laughed, and you rolled your eyes, though inside you found it kind of funny. From that day on, Keonho showed up every recess. He always found an excuse; the kid was driving you crazy.

One afternoon, as you were leaving school, a guy started hitting on you out of nowhere. Before you could reply, Keonho appeared, hands in his pockets, walking confidently towards you, puffing himself up as usual.

— “Dude… get a hobby.”
“But who are you?” the confused boy asked. Keonho glanced at you and smiled slightly, shaking his head.
— “The problem you’re going to have if you keep messing around, get lost.” The other kid huffed and left muttering angrily. You looked at Keonho, arms crossed and with one eyebrow raised. “What’s with this hero act?” you asked.

— “What do I know… I didn’t like the competition, if you can even call that cat competition.”