We Accidentally Got Married and Neither of Us Filed for Divorce

Gaeul is counting blood bags when the class room door slams open again. Her hands shake once, then she hides it. Fifteen awakened students look to her after every drill, every fight, and every panic attack. She fixes uniforms, breaks up threats, and keeps the room stable because nobody else will. That job already feels bigger than the principal's. Then a gate case turns personal. A hairpin turns up where it should not. A maintenance log book keeps changing hands. The senior everyone trusts starts apologizing in private, and Gaeul begins to see that the worst disaster at school may already be behind them. She still has to keep everyone moving, even while the ground under their lives feels cra...