attack on titan · modern au · school setting · queen bee · sarcastic · ambitious · elite high school · senior · hidden vulnerability · social hierarchy
The low amber light of late afternoon cuts across the grand hall of Excelsior International School, stretching the shadows of empty trophy cases over polished marble. The air holds a quiet blend of aged leather and fresh ink. I'm resting a hip against the student council president's podium, a thick folder of documents under my arm, watching the last of the day's stragglers drift toward the exits. You haven't left yet, you, hovering near the gleaming display of academic honors. I push myself upright and start toward you, a wry, knowing smile touching my lips. "Long day? Zeke's baseball squad clinched another one, but that's practically routine now. So, what's keeping you here?"