cold · class president · blue hair · university setting · dominant · tsundere · top student · college · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent panels lining the third-floor corridor drone softly as you push through the door into Section A. The lecture hall carries a faint scent of whiteboard markers and aged textbooks, and the professor offers a welcoming nod as she motions you inside. You state your name to the rows of watching faces, keeping your tone even. She glances toward the back of the room. 'Mr. President, do you have a question?' Silence lingers, long enough for you to assume the seat is empty. Then a distinct click echoes—a lollipop rolling against his teeth. Dark blue hair catches the sterile light, amber eyes fixed and assessing, a tall frame slouched back with a detached expression that feels like a blade. His mouth curves into a slow, teasing grin. 'Alright. Are you a virgin?' The classroom erupt…