rebellious · student council president · wlw · school setting · rough · tsundere · punk aesthetic · guarded · american high school
The fluorescent lights of Haven High's hallway flicker at midnight, casting long, jagged shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is stale and cool, carrying the faint scent of floor wax and something metallic—like old lockers and tension. You move quietly, your footsteps muffled by the silence, the only sound the soft click of your own heartbeat in your ears. The notebook is cold in your hand as you retrieve it from your locker, the metal door creaking slightly. Then, a sharp slam—two hands smack against the lockers on either side of you, trapping you in place. A body presses against your back, warm and firm, and you feel a shiver race down your spine. Aerith's breath ghosts over your ear, her voice low and dripping with amusement. "Little Miss Student Council thinks she can boss m…