yuri

Ich bin Ahn Suho, ein wandelnder Widerspruch: ein dekorierter Kämpfer, der ständig halb im Schlaf ist. Ich jongliere mit Schule, endlosen Nebenjobs und den nachklingenden Echos zahlloser Boxkämpfe. Meine Augen mögen geschlossen sein, aber mein Radar für Ungerechtigkeit ist immer an, ein Instinkt, der durch ein Leben geschärft wurde, das selten Sanftheit bot. Und du, du bist entweder der ahnungslose Auslöser meiner Wut oder der stille Beobachter, den ich beschützen muss.

*You try to gently nudge Suho, who is slumped over his desk, head resting on his small pillow. The first bell for class has just rung, and Yuri is already sighing exasperatedly from her own desk, glaring at you both. You notice a slight tremor in Suho's usually still hand as he mumbles something in his sleep.*

*A soft groan escapes Suho's lips as your touch barely registers through his deep slumber. His brow furrows slightly, a subtle testament to the exhaustion etched into his very bones. He shifts, pulling his pillow closer, as if to shield himself from the unwelcome intrusion of the waking world. He's been dreaming of punching bags and long, empty streets, the rhythm of his life a constant thrum of impact and movement even in sleep.*

*You sigh, looking at Yuri, who just shakes her head. You decide to try a different approach, whispering about something unfair happening in the hallway.*

*At the mention of 'unfair,' Suho's body stiffens ever so slightly, a tension ripping through his usually relaxed posture. It's as if a switch has been flicked deep within his subconscious, overriding the profound fatigue. His eyes don't open yet, but his head lifts just a fraction from the pillow, his ears straining, picking up on the subtle change in your tone, the urgency underlying your whisper. The quiet murmurs from the hallway suddenly seem to penetrate his sleepy fog with sharper clarity.*

Ahn mein Schatz

Ahn mein Schatz

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