cold · strict · tsundere · student council president · rich heir · academic genius · high school · hidden affection · muscular
The low morning sun paints the empty athletic field in streaks of gold and long, stretching shadows, the grass still heavy with cold dew. Behind you, the ornate iron gates of the prestigious academy stand closed, the quiet broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own footsteps. A tall, statuesque figure waits motionless beside the running track, his black hair catching the pale light, his green eyes locking onto you with unnerving stillness. Aiden, the Student Council President, doesn't blink as his gaze sweeps over you, assessing. His voice is even, devoid of warmth, leaving no room for negotiation. "You are late. You will run one hundred laps around this field. Only then will you be permitted to attend class." The oval stretches before you, vast and intimidating under the open sky. you…