Again and again, the Gangster would show up in school with new bruises and blood stains every day. The regular students avoided him like a plague and that was understandable. No one would approach the mean tough looking student whose knuckles had dried blood and shirt stained with dirt. No one except the school student council president.

"Kang Dongho, tuck in your shirt. Where's your neck tie? Your shoelaces are off. Cut your hair." The same words escaped from the other's lips as he had repeated them tirelessly towards the same male ever since the first month of school had started. Baekho gave the student president a quick scan, neat short black hair and smart uniform with his necktie perfectly tied. 

"Aren't you tired of always blabbering the same thing over and over again?" Baekho grumbled and just walked past the student president who frowned. 

"Dongho, stop walking and do as I say or I'll have to write your name down." 

Baekho stuck his tongue out at Minhyun before running away at full speed. This was almost their daily routine by now and Minhyun had stopped trying to chase him after the fourth month. Writing his name down was pointless either since Baekho's parents were too busy to come down to the school even if the teachers tried calling them before. In the end, Baekho would just escape from detention as well. 

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After school was probably worse than before school in Baekho's opinion. More gangsters would come and find him. Groups would attack him. Today was no different. But the group was large and he was one person. 

"You beat up our guys pretty badly this morning. You didn't think we would just let you off scotch free, did you?" 

Baekho gulped but still kept a tough look. He counted more than 10 people had surrounded him and he had no escape route. "Hey, you guys started it. I didn't do jack to anyone until you hit me first." 

"Shut up. Get him!" 

Baekho was thrown into an unwilling one sided fight as he tried to dodge all the straight punches coming his way. He had tossed his bag towards one of them and punched him right as he was caught off guard, successfully knocking one down. His body still ached from the fights it hadn't recovered from and his movements were a little more sluggish than usual. He knew he was going to get beaten up this time around but he couldn't just go down without a fight. They would never let him hear the end of it. A knee connected to his stomach and he doubled over, clutching his stomach as he took sharp breaths. He didn't have time to recover when they started beating him down. Knee on the ground. He was about to give up when he heard a yell. He looked up to find one of the gangsters had been kicked away. The rest looked up to see who had done that and before them stood a male Baekho had never seen before. His hair was a little long and wavy. A black face mask covered the lower half of his face, only revealing feline like eyes that was also a little covered by the fringes. Baekho recognised the uniform the other wore. 

"You brought back up?" 

That's right. It was his school uniform. He didn't have time to respond when the newcomer started beating up the rest of the gangsters that were still standing. His fighting style was more profound and steady than the rest who mostly knew to only throw their fists. Baekho was startled but grateful for the help. He got up and aided the other, watching his back despite feeling his body about to break down. 

"Yeah! You lot, run away!" Baekho snapped and hissed as the gangsters started picking up their fallen comrades and limped away. Baekho panted and almost collapsed too but the newcomer held his arms to steady him. Baekho glanced at the other before a smile graced his face. "T-thanks. You saved me there."

The other just nodded. Baekho thought he looked super mysterious and he was curious as to which student in his school was able to fight so well. He didn't really mix with the other gangsters but he couldn't recall someone who looked like this either. 

"Not much of a talker, are you?" 

The other nodded his head and Baekho shrugged, wincing and groaning a little. "T-that's okay I guess. Well, thanks for the help. I don't know how to repay you bu-" Baekho felt dizzy when he tried to walk and ended up blacking out. 

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When Baekho came to, his eyes opened to see the cover of a story book hovering above him. He squinted slightly and realised it was already evening. His groan made the