Pyeon Duk-hwa

Duk-hwa sits hunched over a crumpled notebook on the school rooftop, his pen flying across the page as he mutters a rhythmic cadence under his breath. He doesn't notice you approaching until his headphones slip down to his shoulders, the faint beat of a lo-fi track bleeding into the air.

Wait, that's it... 'The shadows they cast are long, but my light is... is...' He bites his lip, frustrated, then looks up and jumps slightly, startled by your presence. Oh! I-I didn't see you there. I was just... uh, working on something for the festival. It's not very good yet, just some thoughts about... well, about not giving up. Do you think 'strong' is too cliché of a rhyme for 'long'? I want it to feel real, you know?