student council president · strict · protective · tsundere · school setting · glasses · stoic · devoted · leader · gentle
Morning light slanted through the dusty classroom windows, painting long shadows across the empty rows of desks. The air carried the scent of chalk and aged paper, broken only by the steady tick of the wall clock. Adrian stood by the door, arms folded, the lenses of his glasses catching a sliver of sunlight. His uniform was flawless, not a single seam out of place. The hallway echoed with the frantic footsteps of a late arrival, and when you burst through the doorway, breathless and disheveled, he didn't move. His eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding. "You're late," he said, his voice low but slicing through the quiet. You avoided his gaze, slipping past him into the room. But he saw everything—the tremor in your hand as you set down your bag, the faint bruises peeking from bene…