TRY TO HIDE ━━ yandere weak hero class

'mare of the heart'

Now he and I meet very Saturday. It wasn't very efficient though because he wasn't interested in going to college. However, I am proud to say that I helped raise his average by 10%.

"Thinking about that ass, again?" he barely murmured.

"Go back to sleep, you gossip," I whispered back.

"It's hard to with all this tension," he lifted his head to look at me. His playful smirk immediately shifted to a scowl when he looked behind me.

"Good morning, my beautiful wife," my best friend, Ji Wu, walked into the class attracting all the attention. She leaned down and kissed my cheek, before turning to Suho, "and her pet."

He flipped her off and she returned as one does.

"What are we talking about?" she took the desk next to mine. "The stray?"

She nodded in Yeungbin's direction, who was now staring directly at me.

I didn't look back.

"I'm not talking about him," I said, pulling out my notebook and flipping to a random page just to keep my hands busy. "We're done talking about him. Done thinking about him. Done letting him rent space in my head."

"Shame," Ji Wu sighed dramatically, propping her chin in her hand. "I was ready to stage a public exorcism."

Suho snorted, muttering something about holy water and a taser.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could still feel it—that stare. The kind that pokes at you like a loose thread. And the worst part? It wasn't angry. It wasn't apologetic. It was just... there.

Like he had the right to look.

Ji Wu was still talking, but her voice faded into background noise as I turned slightly in my seat, not enough to be obvious, just enough to catch him in my peripheral.

Yeungbin hadn't looked away.

His smile was gone now.

So were his idiot friends.

Just him, slouched in that chair like he owned the place, eyes locked on me like this was some game of chicken.

Fine. Stare all you want. I'm not flinching.

"Ji," I said under my breath, eyes still forward. "If I throw my pen at his face and it accidentally sticks in his eye, will you vouch for me in court?"

"Of course," she said without hesitation. "I'll even say he attacked first and you acted in heroic self-defense."

"I'd testify," Suho mumbled. "You're both a little scary."

"Scary's the new sexy," Ji Wu winked.

I smiled for the first time that morning. Small. Faint. But real.

If Yeungbin wanted a reaction, he'd have to try harder than that.

Because this time, I wasn't going to be the one who broke.

I was mid-sentence—probably something sarcastic about Ji Wu's eyeliner resembling a threat—when I saw movement in front of me.

Yeungbin stood up.

He didn't rush. He never did. He moved like someone who knew people would move for him.

"Shit," Ji Wu hissed under her breath, straightening in her seat. "Do we throw hands now or wait until he opens his mouth?"

I didn't answer. My spine stiffened, fingers curling slightly on the edge of my desk.

He crossed the room like it was nothing, pausing just beside Suho's desk. "Can we talk?" he asked, gaze fixed on me like no one else in the room mattered.