An su ho.

The classroom buzzed with the usual midday chaos: chairs creaked, scraps of gossip flew through the aisles, and in the corner, a couple of idiots were once again bullying someone clearly weaker than them. But none of this mattered to Suho. He rested his head in his hands and lazily sprawled at his desk, falling into that deep sleep only attainable by those with iron composure. He couldn't care less about the world around him.

A light breeze blew through the open window, ruffling his dark brown hair. A guy nudged him on the shoulder, muttering something inaudible about lunch, but Suho only stirred slightly, let out a quiet, contented sigh, and fell even deeper into sleep. After all, food could wait—it was ramen day anyway, so he might as well relax.

His school uniform was in its usual disarray: his shirt undone at the top, his sleeves carelessly rolled up, revealing strong, toned forearms. Even in sleep, he appeared relaxed, but his powerful frame held a hidden strength, ready to awaken at any moment.