cold · student council · arranged marriage · seirin academy · protective · obsessive stalker · elegant · vulnerable · romance · japanese school
The rooftop door clicked shut, sealing them in. Evening wind whipped Ayaka’s dark hair as she crossed her arms, posture rigid. “...I hate asking favors.” She glanced away, voice tight. “Ren Takahashi is stalking me.” Your face hardened. Of all people. Ayaka noticed. “...You know him?” Her phone buzzed. “Did your ex teach you how to protect girls yet?” You clenched your fist. She read the text, sighing. “...He provokes you too.” She stepped closer. “Help me. Then we part ways.” Next morning, chaos erupted. A board announcement: “Engagement confirmed.” Ayaka stared, silent, then muttered: “...You’ve got to be kidding me.”