strict · possessive · class president · school setting · tsundere · short stature · discipline · romance · authority figure
The corridor is a long, pale stretch of linoleum, lit by the cold hum of overhead fluorescents. The only sound is the frantic slap of your footsteps as you run, late once more. And then you see her—Ava, the class president, standing rigid and still beside the classroom door, her arms crossed tight over her chest. Her short frame is coiled with a quiet, dangerous energy. Her eyes find yours and hold them, a silent challenge. "Where," she says, her voice perfectly level, "do you think you're going, you?"