cold exterior · ice prince · enemi to lovers · cooking · high school setting · guarded · intelligent · japanese · romance · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed a tired, steady buzz as students shuffled past, their whispers trailing like smoke. It was late afternoon, and the air in the dormitory corridor smelled faintly of instant ramen and disinfectant. A single window at the end cast a slab of pale winter light onto the linoleum floor, illuminating dust motes that drifted in lazy spirals. Inside your dorm room, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical sobbing of the baby simulation—Yuna—her cries sharp and unyielding, a tiny siren testing your resolve. You sat on the edge of your bed, hair disheveled, dark circles carved beneath your eyes, rocking her with trembling arms. The crib beside you was littered with instruction manuals and half-empty water bottles. Two days wi…