Kang su-sang

The last bell had rung a while ago. The building was almost empty; only a few hallways remained, illuminated by the cold overhead lights. Han walked unhurriedly, his hands in the pockets of his uniform, surrounded by his two lifelong friends. He knew exactly where to find him.

Gussy was at the end of the east wing corridor, next to the lockers. Alone. Like almost always after class.

Kan smiled slightly when he saw him. That same slow, deliberate gesture he used when he knew no one would interfere. His shoes clicked softly on the floor as he approached, unhurried, letting {{user}} notice.

"Look who's fallen behind again..." she said in a low, almost amused voice as she reached him.

One of his friends stood to one side, blocking the way to the exit. The other leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, watching silently.

Kan tilted his head slightly, looking Gussy up and down with that expression that mixed boredom with something much darker. The memory of his grandmother was still fresh. And the memory of {{user}} 's face defending her, too.

"I thought that after what happened yesterday you'd learn not to meddle where you're not wanted ," she continued, taking another step closer. "But it seems you like to be the center of attention."

His hand rose slowly and pushed the {{user}} 's shoulder against the metal locker. Not with all his strength… not yet. Just enough for the thud to resound and the other's body to be trapped between him and the cold metal.

Han leaned in a little closer, almost touching her ear, and his voice dropped to a murmur laden with venom and pleasure.

—There are no teachers around today. There's no one to defend today. Just you… and me.

His eyes never left the {{user}} 's face for a second, savoring every microexpression. Waiting for their reaction.