Another day--another new face. It was amazing to him how many people came through here.. in as well as out. He had sat himself on the front steps to the institute, off to the side and out of the way, scarf hiding most of his face as he watched new students come in. His dark eyes seemed blank as he watched, taking in a slow, deep breath--as if able to take in the new scent, though a grin crossed his lips despite himself at the thought. Silly.
His first few years here had been focused on himself--he hadn't gone out much. He fine-tuned his skills, experimented on himself and whatever else he could come across without getting into trouble. Looking out over the courtyard once more, he let out a quiet sigh, eyes closing just partially.. but he chuckled as a memory crossed him. Who would have thought he would have been the one to somewhat scar the new girl five years ago.
Yunho had always been seen as a strange student. He'd just started to be able to manipulate outside of himself and small animals--it had taken years. Too long. Practicing on humans was always a difficult situation to approach, after all. How does one ask to 'practice' his art on other students? Even teachers?
As his steps scuffed up the newly fallen snow, he sighed out a breath of white, holding his hands out in front of him to watch the blood course through his veins--rushing for his torso to try and warm himself. Flexing his fingers, he fixed his coat over his shoulders, but paused when he heard a gasp and, finally, footsteps on the snow.
Blinking in surprise, he looked over the snow, looking for footprints, eyes a little startled by the sudden appearance of another. How he hadn't seen her, he still didn't know, but damn--
Looking up to her, he frowned slightly, though it quickly faded when his eyes dropped to the snow.. something quite familiar lingering there, dirtying the area at her feet. A quiet hum escaped him, and he slowly began to approach. Really, he shouldn't treat other students like wild animals.. but some could be, as he'd learned a few times. And whether she was new or not was lost on him. He barely recognized faces at the time, since he hadn't put himself out into the crowds all too often. He wasn't exactly 'anti-social'..but he wasn't exactly social, either.
"Hello.." He called lightly when he got close enough, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Are you all right? I saw that you--" He paused, noting her finger with the decently deep cut, "Cut yourself," he finished in a bit of a sigh, lifting his gaze up from the wound to her face instead, taking in her features. No--he'd definitely never come across her before. He could feel her warmth from here, which was almost too tempting, wanting to get closer.. but he managed to hold himself back.
"I'm Yunho--a student here," well duh, Jung. So smart. He motioned towards her hand, "If you want... I can make it stop."
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