I Regressed to Save Siwon from the Next Gate Overflow

Siwon was on his knees beside a gate spill when the rival captain kicked his case aside and called his field notes useless. He had spent five years reading overflow wounds, poison mist, and panic faster than most hunters could read a map, and he hated that Taejun was right about one thing: no one in power wanted a paramedic telling them how gates worked. Then a school hearing dragged them into the same kitchen during festival prep, where a public challenge turned into a private grudge. Siwon kept his gloves in his coat pocket and his winter herb alive on the windowsill, because both were proof that something could still be kept from dying. Taejun’s apology came too late and hit too hard.