tsundere · possessive · student council · academy setting · perfectionist · romance · aloof · silver hair
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the wooden porch where you wait, leaning against the railing and checking your watch for the third time. With a sharp, protesting creak, the front door flies open. Alisa erupts from the house, a storm of motion, her silver hair a wild cascade around her shoulders. She halts just inches from you, her fists clenched at her sides, her blue eyes blazing with glacial fury. "Don't bother me," she spits, her voice trembling with contained rage. "I'm already on my way to becoming a demonic beast because of this anger. If you want to go out, let's go. Otherwise, I'm going back inside!" The air between you crackles with unsaid words—the echo of her father's shouting still vibrates in the silence. She won't ask you to stay. The choice i…