Class Schedule
(Leo's POV, Student Dorm Room 22C)
Leo felt a sharp, excruciating pain pulsing through his palm the moment Su Yang left, but he refused to acknowledge it until he was safely behind the closed door of his dorm.
Click.
The second the door locked behind him, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his hand violently to restore blood flow.
"Motherfucker—" he hissed under his breath, flexing his fingers as pins and needles of pain shot through them.
"Fucker did this on purpose!" Leo cursed, as his palm throbbed with a dull, aching burn, bruises already forming where Su Yang's monstrous grip had crushed his capillaries.
Clenching his jaw, he bit into the side of his palm and blew hot air over the skin to dull the lingering pain.
'What the fuck was all that about?'
Su Yang had come to his dorm out of nowhere, dragging an entire entourage of students behind him like some self-proclaimed emperor making an unannounced visit to a rival kingdom.