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[ Shinan High ]
The midmorning sun didn't just shine into the classroom of Shinan High; it interrogated it.
It cut through the smog of Seoul to cast harsh, unforgiving geometric blocks of light across the scuffed linoleum.
For Cassius, the light was just another sensory annoyance in a world that felt increasingly like a low-resolution simulation.
Around him, the room was a chaotic, organic machine of teenage hormones.
It was a symphony of the modern day: the rhythmic skree-twang of shifting chairs, the high-pitched shriek of girls laughing at jokes that weren't funny, and the crinkle of cheap snack wrappers.
He sat at his desk in the back corner, the infamous 'protagonist' seat, a position that afforded him a strategic view of both the exit and the sheep.
He radiated an aura of boredom so thick it was almost physical, a pressurized field of "leave me alone."
His position gave the aura he had another type of flavor.
His chin was anchored in his palm, his blue, heavy-lidded eyes tracking the slow, orbital decay of dust motes dancing in the sunbeams.
'Four years,' he thought, the words a silent, bitter refrain in his mind.
'Four years in this skin.' He added.
In this new world.
Four years since he died on earth, only to wake up here.
In his past life, he use to be a sky diver. Not a professional one, but one who just loved free falling. Having that minute of freedom.
He wasn't Korean either, he was mixed.
Half American.
Half Mexican.
However, now he was Korean in the shell of a boy. And even though he knew some Korean, he could understand and fluently speak it now.
He wasn't just any boy, though. He was currently inhabiting the biological weapon known as Sieon Park. Or "Sean," as the files in that godforsaken orphanage, Dead Mansion, had labeled him.
Unlike other orphans, who sometimes call their orphanage home, his orphanage wasn't a home; it was a factory.
They didn't raise children there.
They machined them, grinding away empathy and fear until only a lethal asset remained.
'I spent the first twelve months just unfucking the damage,' Cassius mused, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the desk.
'I changed the name. I re-built the muscles. I took Sean's raw, terrifying potential and used it to my liking. Now? Now I'm a monster in a petting zoo.'
His new name was: Cassius Park.
Taking his grandmother's last name.
How did he change his legal name? He manipulated his way to it. He used the only thing he had at the time.
His fighting skills.
He gained the experience, memories, and muscle memory of "Sean".
So, he tracked down anyone who would lead him to that small goal of changing his name.
Eventually, he did find people, and legally changed his give name.
Which also lead to his reputation in the streets.
Across the district, the name Cassius — or the rumors of the "Demon of combat" — carried humongous weight.
The underground gangs spoke of him in hushed tones, describing a boy who fucked up professional crews with the precision of a butcher. But here, within the brick and mortar of the high school, he claimed himself a masterpiece of camouflage.
He was the apathetic student, the boy who did not care about the Iljinhoe or the territorial disputes of teenagers.
His mind drifted toward the "Main Character."
Because he wasn't just in one manhwa, he was in two. And right now, he knew which one was surrounding him.
He knew the script of this world — Reality Quest.
He knew that somewhere in these halls, a pathetic, bullied gamer named Ha Do-wan had died and been reborn with a System.
Do-wan was the hero.
He was the one destined to grind out daily quests, do thousands of push-ups, and eventually topple the school's hierarchy in a shower of blood and shonen tropes.
Cassius has probably only seen him once. And that was on the first day of coming to Shinan High.
Right away, he had no desire to be a side character in a teenager's power fantasy. Zero desire.
He'd rather himself. Boring, sure... but, was his life really boring...?
The ambient noise in the room did not fade quickly; it broke by the sharp, collective intake of breath, the kind of silence that follows a gunshot.
The boys near the chalkboard, previously engaged in a loud argument about a mobile game, froze mid-sentence. A milk carton slipped from a trembling hand, hitting the floor with a wet, heavy thud that echoed like a percussion cap.
Cassius blinked, his internal radar finally pinging a threat — or a disruption, more precisely.
He slowly pulled his gaze away from the window, his neck muscles corded and slow, like a panther waking from a nap.
"Hmm~?" He hummed softly.
Standing beside his desk was Joo Ah-Rin. A female character from Reality Quest.
In the lore of this world, she was the "Goddess of Class 7." She was the untouchable beauty, the girl with cascading black hair and eyes that seemed to hold a permanent, gentle warmth. In the manhwa, she was the moral compass, the friendly gamer girl who would eventually find herself drawn into Ha Do-wan's orbit, providing the emotional stakes for his journey.
But the girl standing over Cassius didn't look like a moral compass. She looked far from it, actually.
Her smile wasn't the polite, school-approved curve the rest of the student body received. It was sharp, dangerous, and most importantly: It was private.
"You're doing it again," she said to him, her voice a low silk that cut through the stagnant air of the classroom.
Before Cassius could respond, before even the whispers of the class could even begin to manifest, she moved.
There was no hesitation. She didn't look for permission. She just leaned down, her hands, soft, warm, and smelling faintly of expensive lotion, framing his face.
Her thumbs brushed against his jawline, feeling the stubble he hadn't bothered to shave and the tension he always carried.
To the surprises of class, a thing they have came to see as still wild, she kissed him.
So, back to him being a camouflage 'being' inside of the school? He most differently wasn't.
Everybody knew him. Because he was, somehow, the goddesses boyfriend.
Wow, major plot twist.
But that was all they knew of him.
The boring boyfriend of a goddess.
The kiss wasn't a timid, high-school peck. It wasn't the chaste, stuttering contact of a first love. It was deep, claiming, and entirely unapologetic. It was the kiss of someone who owned the person they were touching.
Cassius felt a severe, jarring mental lag. His brain, still wired to the "Lore" of the world, screamed a reasonable protest: Joo Ah-Rin was a damn heroine. She belongs to the protagonist. She belongs to the plot.
But as her lips pressed against his, the abstract reality of the Reality Quest script, shattered like cheap glass against the concrete weight of his actual life.
The sensory data overwhelmed the fiction. The scent of her, vanilla and cherry blossoms, winning him over.
The way she has laughed at his sarcastic, dark jokes in the privacy of his room, or hers.
The memory of her curled against his chest on a rainy Sunday morning.
The memory of her being a clingy girl whenever she needed his energy.
And many, many more.
'Ahh~ Right,' he realized, the dissonance finally fading into a profound, grounding clarity. 'I bagged a heroine.'
She had been his girlfriend for two years and half.
He could not remember the exact moment the "Transmigrator" and the "Heroine" had collided to rewrite the destiny of this world, but he knew the reality of it in his bones.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Cassius exhaled through his nose, his midly initial shock melting into a familiar, possessive heat.
His free hand came up, sliding naturally around her waist, his fingers splaying across the small of her back to pull her an inch closer.
He didn't just accept the kiss; he took control of it, matching her energy with a lazy, dominant grace that made the classroom feel like it had vanished entirely.
When she finally pulled back, her dark eyes were dancing with a cruel sort of amusement.
She kept her hands on his shoulders, entirely and fully knowing, unbothered by the suffocating silence of the teenagers who were currently short-circuiting.
The shock in the room was palpable; it was as if they had just witnessed a statue come to life and start a riot.
"Cass," she murmured, her thumb brushing a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead. "You were thinking too loud again."
Cassius gazed back at her, his expression finally shifting. He didn't speak immediately. He let the silence hang, heavy and intimate, a silent acknowledgment of the history they shared.
"I think that's the only thing I can do while sitting, Ah-Rin," he finally said, his voice a low, rumble that sounded like grinding stones.
"Trueee, but there's more," Ah-Rin countered, tilting her head. "You were frowning at the window like it owed you money. Which only means, you were brooding over things that don't matter again, weren't you?"
Cassius felt a muscle feather in his jaw.
The lingering feeling of displacement, of being an alien in a gamified world and maybe more, disappeared.
A slow, roguish grin spread across his face, transforming his usually blank, unreadable features into something devastatingly handsome.
He slid his thumb just under the hem of her uniform sweater, a subtle, grounding touch that claimed her all over again.
He answered her question,
"I guess... maybe I was brooding over nothing. However,"
"I thought you were in a student council meeting," he added, a flicker of mild confusion in his eyes. "The one you said was 'utterly unskippable' and..."
"I told them I felt weird," she interrupted effortlessly, her eyes never leaving his. "The student council is boring. The president is a pompous idiot. And you..." she leaned in closer, whispering close to his ear so only he could hear, "...are much more interesting, Cass."
She traced the knuckles of his hand, pulling back to gaze into his beautiful blue eyes. "Besides, I missed you. Two periods is too long."
Cassius chuckled. "Lying, name calling, and ditching? When did you become so rebellious, Ah-Rin~?"
"Five months after I met you, Mr. Rebel King~" Ah-Rin replied, only mere milliseconds after.
Ah-Rin watched as Cassius chuckled again. It was a dark, rich sound that seemed to vibrate in the silence of the room.
"Anna," he said softly. "I have no clue if I should be "Honored" about that or not..."
"But, I did miss you aswell. Class was getting boring, so you showing up gave me a reason to leave..."
Cassius, unaware or not, had lost Ah-Rin at the very start of his sentence. Her mind was floating on clouds because of that 'nickname'.
At the sound of it, Ah-Rin's smile changed — it became genuine, radiant, and so full of affection that it probably broke the hearts of every boy in the room simultaneously.
"I'm hungry," she announced, stepping back just enough to tug on his sleeve, her eyes bright and demanding. "The cafeteria food is the same as every other day. Sooo, let's go."
Without another word, Cassius stood up. His tall, lean frame seemed to expand, dwarfing the desk and the students around him.
Fahlap~!
He slung his blazer over his shoulder with a practiced, careless motion and let her thread her fingers seamlessly through his.
"Lead the way~," he said, his voice carrying a note of finality.
As they walked out of the classroom, hand-in-hand, Cassius being dragged by Ah-Rin, he did not look back once.
He had spent four years wondering if he was a glitch in the system. But as he felt the warmth of Ah-Rin's hand in his, he realized he wasn't a glitch.
The "Good child" and the "Goddess of Shinan" vanished into the hallway, leaving behind a classroom of people who were stunned.
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