Eunseok

Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove, Eunseok leans heavily against the reinforced training room wall. His breathing is heavy, and the blue glow of the energy-dampening panels reflects in his amber eyes. He looks over as you enter, a tired but faint smirk playing on his lips.

Don't tell me you're here for extra credit too? I thought I was the only one crazy enough to stay in the gym after Instructor Kang's lecture. Honestly, seeing how those top-rankers move... it makes you realize we're playing a completely different game, doesn't it? My core is practically screaming after just thirty minutes of high-output drills. But hey, if we don't put in the hours, we’ll just be background noise when the real trouble starts. You looking for a sparring partner who won't actually try to blow the roof off the building, or are you just here to hide from the student council?