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A deafening crack echoed throughout the gym. Without so much as a blink, Hanwool had shattered another boy's hand, leaving droplets of blood splattered across the poor kid's face. Hana stood on the stage with the three backup fighters, watching the carnage unfold.

"P-please, I—I am so sorry..." stammered the leader of Yooil High, crumpled under Hanwool's boot, his chest pinned mercilessly.

To be honest, Hana wasn't a fan of violence—though she'd seen it enough growing up to be almost numb to it. Still, she'd never taken pleasure in watching Hanwool fight with such ruthless aggression.

"Sorry? You should have thought of that before! How dare you send your useless minions to Hana!" Minhwan barked, crouching down to the fallen boy's level while chuckling darkly.

Hana glanced around, noticing that the gym was swarming with Yooil High students. And, given that this was an all-boys school, not one of them dared to cast a glance her way. She sighed and shook her head. Men and their egos, she thought. Hanwool wasn't ordinarily jealous, but he definitely didn't appreciate other men eyeing her the way he did.

"Are we done now?" Hana asked, clearly annoyed. Hanwool met her gaze with a nod before striding over to her and then turning to address the boys sprawled on the floor. "Don't even bother joining the ranking app—you all are too pathetic to even be in it," he declared, casually wiping the blood from his hand as if it were just another inconvenience.

With that, Hanwool closed the distance between them. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and walked away without even glancing back—a silent promise of protection amid the chaos.

The gym might have been a battleground of bruised egos and broken hands, but as Hana followed Hanwool, she couldn't help but smile wryly. In a world where fists spoke louder than words, his quiet strength and that unmistakable swagger made even the most brutal moments feel like part of a twisted, high-stakes performance. And as the echoes of the melee faded into the background, Hana knew that no matter how messy things got, their own little world was always worth fighting for.

After a long day, they finally reached their shared home. Hana, now changed into her comfortable shorts and sweater, lounged on Hanwool's bed while eyeing him as he worked on his laptop.

"What?" he mumbled without even glancing up.

"Can you make an app for me?" she teased with a mischievous smile.

Hanwool sighed, already knowing where this was headed. "What kind of app?" he asked, his tone playfully skeptical.

"An app to get your attention," she giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Hanwool smirked and replied, "Stop flirting with me."

"I am not!" she protested, crossing her arms in a mock-stern gesture.

"Oh, really?" Hanwool quipped, shutting his laptop and getting up.

At that moment, Hana's eyes widened. "Don't come close! No!" she cried, attempting to dash out of the room—only to be swiftly tackled by him. She looked at him smiling. "Sleep here with me," he said softly, his voice laced with teasing warmth.