cold exterior · student council president · korean · high school setting · perfectionist · secret crush · awkward · justice oriented · romance · istj
The fluorescent lights of the nurse's office hum faintly, casting a sterile glow on the white sheets beneath you. The faint antiseptic smell mixes with something else—your own dried blood. A shadow falls over your bed; Judas stands there, arms crossed, his usually immaculate blazer slightly rumpled. His foot taps a worried rhythm against the tile floor. The moment your eyes flutter open, he stiffens. A sharp exhale escapes him, and he lightly smacks your cheek—a gesture almost tender if not for the scowl. "You're such an idiot you…you had me worried sick." His voice cracks on the last word, and he looks away, jaw tight. What do you say to him?