“That Insu guy was the one who started it.” Jaesun muttered under his breath after first session ended.   Yoon poked her red raw steak with her metal fork, “But still, you shouldn’t have punched him if he just glared at you.” She replied, playing with the cut-up pieces across the cream porcelain. The food served in the cafeteria was more than satisfactory. Usually she'd be gobbling the succulent meat, relishing in the flavoured taste but her appetite was absent.   Jaesun pouted, “Fine. I’ll never punch that person again, even if he gave me an unfriendly look.” Jaseun mumbled, ungraciously stabbing into his meal. A few students turned to stare at him, but he seemed oblivious to the sudden attention and kept on stabbing his fork around. From her peripheral, she caught one kid had made a circling motion near his temple while pointing to Jaesun. They all snickered, and resumed eating their meals.    “Good boy.” Yoon cooed like she was coodling a small child. Jaesun grumbled something and turned the other way, busying himself by chomping a few biscuits into his mouth rather harshly. It was probably the first time Yoon caught him uncaring of his appearance. When she flickered her gaze to the side, she caught a few girls who weren't Rougues casting Jaesun suggestive glances. Jaesun just concentrated on decimating his innocent lunch.   It was lunch break, and although it was the first day of school, Jaesun had found himself into trouble rather quickly, and with Insu. Yoon remembered Insu from her childhood. He practically drooled after Mina, but who could argue, her sister was beautiful.   “Oh man, what is that?” Yoon gasped, seeing a bruise on the side of Jaesun’s jaw. He almost choked on his cookies as he narrowed his eyes on Yoon, “Leave me alone woman!”    “But that bruise…” She leaned over the table and inspected the purple blotch on his jaw line carefully. She brushed her fingers against his wound, and he winced under her touch. “Who did this?”   “Teacher.” He pulled away, lowering his head so his bruise could be hidden   “What?” Yoon hissed.   Jaesun nodded, “He’s teaches combat classes.”   Yoon had a flashback of her timetable, remembering that combat class was her last lesson of the day. “Combat teacher huh?” She slumped back into her seat and furrowed her brows in musing. She wondered how this teacher looked like, especially considering that this teacher had the nerve to injure a Rogue.   When the bell ran after half hour, Jaesun dragged himself to his next class and Yoon went to the field for the last lesson of the day. She was surprised that most students already gathered on the field, stretching their limbs while staring at her as she passed them. She could hear their ill murmurs and that alone angered her.   She stood a good metre from the rest of the group and indulged herself in the fresh scent of nature.   She could smell an apple tree, nearby but also something citrusy. She closed her eyes and opened her senses to identify her surroundings. When she heard the murmurs grow louder, she opened her eyes to see that some of the students were giving her weird glances.   “What?” She snapped.   Instantly, they looked away and Yoon contented herself with a pleased smirk.    Suddenly, a figure began to approach the group. She could actually feel the excitement rolled off the students, but did she also indicate a sense of adoration in the crowd? She tilted her head, and waited for the infamous combat teacher that had wounded Jaesun to reveal themselves.   She could see tha