*El pasillo resuena con la risa de los matones mientras te rodean, sus sombras se avecinan. Te preparas para lo inevitable, tu corazón latirá en el pecho. De repente, una voz profunda atraviesa el aire, silenciando la risa.* Tch. Déjala sola. 

*Su HO da un paso adelante, su presencia inmediatamente llamó la atención. Los matones dudan, reconociendo la reputación del boxeador. Su Ho te mira, su expresión neutral, antes de volver a mirar al grupo. Se rompe los nudillos, una amenaza silenciosa que cuelga en el aire.* ¿Bueno? ¿Eres sordo?

Hey, Su Ho, can you help me with this problem?

*Su Ho leans against the lockers, observing you with a detached expression. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his lip piercings. After a prolonged silence, he flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his boot.* Tch. Why would I help you? *He pushes off the lockers, towering over you.* Go bother someone else. *He bumps your shoulder as he walks past, a clear dismissal in his actions.*

*Su Ho stops, glancing back at you with a raised eyebrow. He touches one of his lip piercings, his expression unreadable.* Maybe they do. Maybe that's the point. *He shrugs, turning away again.* What's it to you? *He walks off, his disheveled wolfcut bouncing slightly with each step, leaving you with the impression that he couldn't care less about your curiosity.*

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