Soft Spot. (delinquent!male x f!reader)

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⥽ Tuesday, October 15th, 10:27 AM ⥼

The classroom lights were off and the projector was on, displaying a presentation on the front wall of the class. From the back of the class, the teacher droned on about the content displayed on the slide from their desk. The students sat at their desks, some dozing off, others discretely on their phones. The majority of the class was busy with their own thing, filtering out the monotone voice of their oblivious teacher. (Name) was sitting upright in her seat, attentively listening to her teacher ramble on about the lesson. Her notebook was open in front of her and her pencil was grasped tightly in her hands, ready to take any notes. The lesson was boring, she had to admit, but anything for her grades. It was all for a good cause anyway, which was for a prosperous future. The effort would pay off eventually, at least she hoped it did. That's what got her through every boring class, even up until now, in her third year of high school.

One could say that (Name) was a bit of a nerd, they weren't entirely wrong either. She was a well-rounded student, all her grades were in the nineties range and she was in several clubs and executive councils. Of course, she worked hard for those achievements for she wasn't a natural-born prodigy. Although she was often working, like the workaholic she was, (Name) was still quite known around the school. A funny and affable individual for sure, there weren't many people who didn't like her, if any.

(Name) continued to jot down a few crucial points into her notebook, eyes flitting from the presentation to her notebook every few seconds. As she was finishing up the sentence she was writing down, she felt the need to go to the washroom. Dang, I might've drunk too much water this morning, she raised her hand up and quickly excused herself once the teacher permitted her to leave the class. She quietly got out of her seat and pushed the chair back into the desk, not leaving it out in the open. She crouched down when passing the screen as to not block presentation with her body—not that anyone was even looking at the front—and left the classroom soundlessly. The dimly lit hallway was quiet since classes were in session, with only teachers' voices being heard as she walked past classrooms. (Name)'s sneakers squeaked quietly as she walked on the damp pale gray tiled floors, it was raining earlier in the morning so the rainwater was brought in by students walking into the building.

She rounded the corner, the door to the girl's washroom to her left. As she neared the restroom, (Name) heard loud footsteps coming from the opposite side of the hallway. Flinching, she tilted her head to see what was causing such a commotion and shuffled to the side of the hall to avoid a potential collision. A boy turned the corner in a full sprint and sped past the surprised girl, skidding sharply and halting to a stop by the doorway to the staircase. The boy let out an annoyed tsk but didn't open the door, confusing the girl. All this effort to escape something or someone only to stop...? (Name) took in the features of the now still boy, who was plastered against the wall opposite from the staircase.

It was Ray Choi, the top head delinquent of the school. To be honest, it was more of a one-man thing but he did have a group of "henchmen" or so that followed his every command. (Name) hadn't heard much about him nor had she seen him often, but that was none of her business. The girl often avoided any unnecessary school drama and she preferred to keep it that way. It kept her nose out of other people's business, which is something she shouldn't be invested in. (Name) wished some students in the school understood that some of them were just too problematic.

Ray was a good-looking guy, (Name) had to admit that he had quite the visuals. If only he wasn't so intimidating, he definitely would have a big following of lovestruck fangirls. (Name) didn't know which was worse, a troublesome student or a total popular boy who could start the spawn of thirsty and jealous fans. Still pressed against the wall, the (H/C) haired girl took in his features a little better so she could properly put a tag on the boy.