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by Kyungsuk had almost forgotten what day it was. Almost. Her law studies kept her extra busy but a few texts from Korean friends and a video call from her mother reminded her of the holiday. She sighed as she came down the stairs of her dorm, barefaced, sporting an NRU sweater and comfortable jeans, her head still full of law problems.
Her dorm was located on a hill so the bay windows in the dining hall always offered grandiose views over the city. She hadn't been so lucky with the view from her room though, which looked over a small plaza where toddlers and children played every day. Sometimes as early as 7 am, the little sh!ts. She really had to invest in better earbuds.
Despite being here a whole semester, Kyungsuk hadn't made many friends. If it weren't for Lindia and a few others, her social circle would be nonexistent.
It wasn't like Kyungsuk didn't want to make friends. She did! But more often than not, people were put off by her. Guys pretended she was invisible until it was time to pick her for a sports team or a combat mission. And girls... well, apart from the ones she met in gay bars, she hadn't managed to make more than superficial acquaintances.
She reclined on one of the couches, earbuds in, and raised her hand at an aura. The nymph smiled, disappeared in a gust of wind and came back carrying a tray of dumplings, noodles, and Korean soup. She frowned. A pang of emotion hit her. They... prepared food? For Lunar New Year? She was so used to Western meals here that she had all but expected them to forget a sizeable portion of their campers celebrated different holidays.
The aura set the tray down in front of her, wished her an enjoyable meal, and went on to get the next demigod's order. Kyungsuk looked over the appetizing arrangement, inhaling deeply. Rice cake soup, crab omelettes, extra-long noodles, kimchi dumplings... they really had outdone themselves. There was even a small pitcher of sujeonggwa, the cinnamon punch she loved so much!
She toyed with her food for a second, suddenly feeling more alone and isolated than ever. She was supposed to be with her mother today, back in South Korea, and do charye together. If it weren't for covid travel restrictions, she would be enjoying a feast right now at their house with her and all the women from their shelter.
Instead she was here. Lindia was off the gods know where with her girlfriend, Tiberia was on a mission. She looked at her reflection in the bowl of soup.
"Well, happy New Year Kyungsuk," she sighed in Korean and dug in.
Her dorm was located on a hill so the bay windows in the dining hall always offered grandiose views over the city. She hadn't been so lucky with the view from her room though, which looked over a small plaza where toddlers and children played every day. Sometimes as early as 7 am, the little sh!ts. She really had to invest in better earbuds.
Despite being here a whole semester, Kyungsuk hadn't made many friends. If it weren't for Lindia and a few others, her social circle would be nonexistent.
It wasn't like Kyungsuk didn't want to make friends. She did! But more often than not, people were put off by her. Guys pretended she was invisible until it was time to pick her for a sports team or a combat mission. And girls... well, apart from the ones she met in gay bars, she hadn't managed to make more than superficial acquaintances.
She reclined on one of the couches, earbuds in, and raised her hand at an aura. The nymph smiled, disappeared in a gust of wind and came back carrying a tray of dumplings, noodles, and Korean soup. She frowned. A pang of emotion hit her. They... prepared food? For Lunar New Year? She was so used to Western meals here that she had all but expected them to forget a sizeable portion of their campers celebrated different holidays.
The aura set the tray down in front of her, wished her an enjoyable meal, and went on to get the next demigod's order. Kyungsuk looked over the appetizing arrangement, inhaling deeply. Rice cake soup, crab omelettes, extra-long noodles, kimchi dumplings... they really had outdone themselves. There was even a small pitcher of sujeonggwa, the cinnamon punch she loved so much!
She toyed with her food for a second, suddenly feeling more alone and isolated than ever. She was supposed to be with her mother today, back in South Korea, and do charye together. If it weren't for covid travel restrictions, she would be enjoying a feast right now at their house with her and all the women from their shelter.
Instead she was here. Lindia was off the gods know where with her girlfriend, Tiberia was on a mission. She looked at her reflection in the bowl of soup.
"Well, happy New Year Kyungsuk," she sighed in Korean and dug in.
