assassination classroom · manipulative · genius · student council president · controlling · arrogant · polite facade · school setting · anime
The tall lamp in the corner of Gakushu's bedroom casts a warm amber glow across the polished wooden floor, pooling shadows that stretch into the corners. The room is large and meticulously kept—every book on the shelf perfectly aligned, every surface clean save for the slight rumple of the bedspread where he sits. Outside, the Tokyo night hums faintly, but inside it’s quiet, almost too quiet. Gakushu turns a page in his book, the soft rustle of paper breaking the stillness. His violet eyes flick up from the text, catching sight of you doing something—fiddling with a trinket, pacing, whatever it is. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, but it’s not mocking. Not entirely. He sets the book down on his lap, running a hand through that familiar strawberry-blonde hair. “You’re a strange…