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Chloe Bennet as Lucy Chen

Chloe Bennet as Lana Lee

Title: Behind the Mask Setting: Seowon High School, present-day. Genre: Action | Romance | Slow Burn Tone: Cool, intense, flirty, emotional tension

Behind the Mask

Kang Yoon-ki x Reader Third Person | Reader-insert | High School Heroes Universe

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It started with a bruise.

Not on your body—but on someone else's. A first-year boy in the next class over, walking funny, clutching his ribs. When you asked if he was okay, he brushed you off, said he fell down the stairs.

No one falls down the stairs with knuckle bruises.

The school whispered of someone—maybe more than one someone—wearing a mask, stepping in when teachers looked away. That’s when you started watching closer. That’s when you noticed him.

Kang Yoon-ki.

He wasn’t the loudest in class. Wasn’t the kindest either. But he had a sharp tongue, a sharper stare, and he always seemed to know a little more than he let on. He noticed everything—especially when someone thought they were being clever.

You tried not to stare, but you caught him staring back.

Always cool. Always smug. Like he knew a secret.

You just didn’t realize that secret had a name—and it was you.

“Hey.” Yoon-ki’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. You turned from your locker. “You’ve been asking around about the masked guys.”

You blinked. “I just… thought it was interesting.”

“You think broken noses are interesting?”

“I think standing up to assholes is interesting.”

He smiled then, slow and unreadable. “Brave. Or stupid. Depends who’s watching.”

You didn’t flinch. “Which one are you?”

“Neither. I’m the one telling you to stop before you get noticed.”

You raised a brow. “By who?”

He didn’t answer. But his eyes lingered on you a little too long.

That night, it rained.

You’d stayed late to finish cleaning duty, and the storm came out of nowhere. The streetlights flickered as you ran under them, your shoes slapping against wet pavement. You turned a corner—and froze.

Two boys. One backed against the wall, another looming with his hand raised.

You didn’t think. You just shouted, “Hey!”

It was stupid. So stupid. Because the bigger one turned, annoyed, and started walking toward you like he meant to shut you up—

—and then someone else appeared out of nowhere.

Mask. Hoodie. Fist.

The attacker dropped like a bag of bricks. You gasped.

The masked boy turned to the victim. Checked his pulse. Said nothing.

Then he looked at you.

Even under the mask, you knew. The eyes were the same. Sharp. Watchful. Familiar.

“…Yoon-ki?”

He didn’t answer. Just walked past you. Brushed your shoulder with his arm.

But as he disappeared into the rain, you heard him murmur: “Told you not to get involved.”

You cornered him the next day. "That was you."

Yoon-ki didn’t look at you. He opened his milk carton, sipped it, and said, “Lots of guys wear masks these days. It's trendy.”

"You saved that kid. I saw you."

He sighed. “You should learn how to keep secrets, Y/N.”

“Are you threatening me?”

He glanced at you. Then smirked. “If I were threatening you, you'd be crying already.”

That shouldn’t have made your heart race. But it did.

Weeks passed. You found yourself drawn in—not just to the masked heroes, but to him. To the way Yoon-ki sat back like he owned the room. To how he only smiled when no one else was looking. To how he stood in the hallway like he was guarding something.

Eventually, he stopped pushing you away.

One day, he found you behind the gym, nursing a scraped knee from P.E. He knelt down without a word, pulled a handkerchief from his blazer pocket, and dabbed at the blood.

“You keep getting in trouble,” he murmured.

“You keep watching,” you shot back.

“I don’t have to. You’re always where the danger is.”

“You always show up after.”

He looked up then. Something flickered in his gaze. “Maybe I’m starting to regret that.”

You swallowed. “Regret saving me?”

“No. Regret caring.”

He kissed you after the next fight. Your first real kiss—messy and urgent and a little angry. His lip was split. Your cheek was bruised. You held onto each other like the world was crumbling.

Because maybe it was.

He pulled away and whispered, “You’re going to ruin me.”

You smiled. “Then it’s mutual.”

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