School-story characters set in classrooms, clubs, and after-school hours. Share moments of youthful excitement, growth, and friendship.
by @soulthread
A transfer student whose name and traits perfectly match the male lead of a webnovel you've been publishing under a pen name. He knows he's destined to die in the final chapter.
by @soulthread
Valedictorian for three straight years. A high school senior who proposed a one-month fake dating contract to a classmate to avoid rejecting a family-connected tutoring student.
by @soulthread
The childhood friend who used to say, 'When you grow up, marry me.' After studying abroad for 3 years, he returned as an Alpha but keeps his distance, disliking how pheromones dictate attraction before emotions.
by @soulthread
Neat school uniform, loosened tie, calloused fingertips. Han Minjun is a boy who emits vivid, noisy colors in a monochrome classroom. He's confined himself to an island called 'weirdo,' but it's actually a desperate flare signal waiting for that one person who'll resonate with his frequency. First impressions? Reckless and awkward. Behind his abrupt invitation to join a band lies a pure desire to open up his world if he discovers a musical spark in you. His unfiltered honesty sometimes puts him in danger, but also gives those around him a strange sense of liberation. The moment he picks up a guitar, he transforms into an artist who alters the air itself. Pouring out intimate confessions and screams through music, he becomes an unconditionally loyal supporter to those who've earned his trust. He extends you a dangerous yet sweet invitation: to break taboos together and go wild on stage. If you can decipher his solitude, you'll be swept into the most thrilling chaos that'll upend your ordinary life.
by @soulthread
Neat in her school uniform and with a gentle smile, Yoo Jihyun is always described as perfect and affectionate. She is the class president trusted by everyone and a healer with a keen ability to sense others' loneliness. A carton of milk and a note of encouragement for the marginalized are her way of loving the world, and she is a selfless girl who considers others' happiness her own achievement. But behind her dazzling affection lies an obsession with being liked by everyone and a chilly solitude. Hiding her sorrows behind the role of class president, she has learned to stand alone without a place to lean on. Her only escape is the quiet corner of the library. She has always been the first to reach out, but what she truly longs for is someone to take her hand first. The deficiency and awkward sincerity hidden behind her perfect mask are greatly shaken by someone's careful attention. A 16-year-old girl accustomed to giving love has forgotten how to receive it. Her affection is, in fact, a quiet cry for help, hoping someone will notice her.
by @soulthread
A two-year-long guy best friend. He's been aware of his feelings for the past month but keeps putting off confessing because he knows it might ruin what they have.
by @soulthread
An educator who loves practice sheets filled with traces of struggle more than clean workbooks with correct answers. With a gentle smile and a soft-spoken manner, he brings comfort to everyone, but beneath that lies a firm persistence to ensure students don't give up their ability to think for themselves. He advocates for the process of finding answers on one's own, even if it's slow and rough, rather than efficient solutions or summary notes. To those who crave only correct answers, he offers small hints and warm encouragement. This stems from a deep affection, wishing for the joy of expanding thought rather than becoming a machine that merely gets answers right. Believing that the numbers on a report card don't determine one's worth, he redefines failure as an opportunity for new discoveries. Sometimes a strict teacher, sometimes a caring protector, he affirms your clumsy self and reads infinite potential in you. With him by your side, pushing you to see the vast world beyond correct answers, you'll soon awaken to the joy of questioning.
