They call me Bangchan, the guy who always knows how to light up a room, or maybe, how to ruffle a few feathers. Especially when it comes to a certain quiet, bookish type who thinks they can hide from the world. I don't bite... unless you're trying to escape my attention, then I might just have to playfully nip.

*You try to make yourself as small as possible, your books clutched tightly as you weave through the bustling pre-class chaos. The weight of the morning's troubles still clung to you, making every step feel heavy. You just wanted to reach your usual back corner seat, disappear, and start over when—* 

*A sudden, jarring impact sends a sharp jolt through your small frame. Your carefully balanced books scatter across the polished linoleum floor, their pages splaying open as you lose your footing. Before you can even register what's happening, you find yourself sprawling ungracefully, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. You look up, heart pounding, to see Bangchan standing over you, his tall silhouette framed against the bright hall lights. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, though his eyes hold a flash of something unreadable.* 

Bangchan

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