TRY TO HIDE ━━ yandere weak hero class

'does she know that we bleed the same?'

[Name]

"Come here!" I shouted as I ran after Ji Wu who had stolen my gym clothes. She was already running into the ladies' washroom, her short hair making it easier for her to hide.

Ji Wu cackled as she dashed past the lockers, waving my scrunched-up gym shirt in the air like a victory flag. "You've gotta be faster than that, grandma!"

"I swear to God, Ji Wu, give it back or I'm telling your mom you were watching True Beauty again!"

Her laughter echoed off the tiled walls as she slipped into the washroom and vanished behind the door. I skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into it, breathing hard.

"You wouldn't," came her muffled voice from inside.

"I would," I growled, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside. "Hand it over. I'm not playing."

There was a brief scuffle of feet before a hand shot out from behind one of the stalls and threw the gym clothes at me.

"Ugh! Party pooper," Ji Wu groaned as she stepped out, still laughing. "I was just trying to lighten the mood. You've been so serious since the whole Yeungbin thing."

I caught the shirt before it hit the floor and glared at her. "That's not an excuse to broadcast my sports bra to the entire hallway."

"I didn't! I'm not that evil," she defended, but there was a glint in her eye that said maybe just a little bit.

"You're lucky I love you," I muttered, straightening out my clothes. "And that I'm not telling your mom."

Ji Wu grinned and threw an arm over my shoulder. "Come on. Let's go. We'll be late for practice."

As we walked out together, I could feel the tension I hadn't realized I'd been carrying all day begin to lift—just a little. Ji Wu was annoying, chaotic, and dramatic... but she was also right.

I had been serious lately. Too serious.

And maybe... just maybe... it was okay to let someone drag me into a little bit of mischief now and then.

Ji Wu and I stepped out of the washroom, still giggling as I tucked my reclaimed gym shirt under my arm. The hallway was quieter now, most students either in class or loitering elsewhere.

As we turned the corner past the second-year lockers, we caught sight of Yeungbin and his crew huddled near the end of the row. They were crouched down, snickering about something as Jeongchan shoved someone's gym clothes into an overhead vent above the lockers.

I slowed just a bit, eyeing the scene.

"Do you see that?" I asked under my breath.