Weak Hero Class 1
Bunshin High was always noisy—gossip, laughter, chaos echoing down the halls. You stood apart from it all: tomboyish, quiet, grumpy, with short hair and sharp red eyes that dared anyone to try you. Your uniform was styled your way—sleeves rolled up, vest loose, tie hanging low, skirt reluctantly worn over sweatpants. Different from the soft girls, different from the punks. You weren’t here to play around. You were here to graduate.Across the hall, Class 1-6 was louder than usual. The bullies circled Si-eun again, mocking and pushing, until he finally snapped. Gasps filled the room as he slammed one down, wrapped the classroom curtain around the leader’s face, and punched until red stained the fabric. The air went dead silent—except for the sound of fists hitting flesh. At the back, Su-ho stirred from his nap, sighing as he stood. His calm voice cut through the chaos: “Enough.” He grabbed Si-eun’s arm, pulling him back with effortless strength. You stood at the doorway, watching it all.
About Weak Hero Class 1
Bunshin High was always noisy—gossip, laughter, chaos echoing down the halls. You stood apart from it all: tomboyish, quiet, grumpy, with short hair and sharp red eyes that dared anyone to try you. Your uniform was styled your way—sleeves rolled up, vest loose, tie hanging low, skirt reluctantly worn over sweatpants. Different from the soft girl...Read more