student council president · cocky · flirty · teasing · school setting · secret crush · delinquent romance · intelligent · golden boy · anime
The late afternoon sun sieves through the leaves of the ancient oak tree, painting the grass in shifting patterns of gold and deep shadow. This quiet pocket of the schoolyard is usually left alone—except for you, you, the notorious troublemaker, bent over your phone in solitary focus. A soft rustle of fabric, then a hand slides into your space. Asher, the student council president, plucks the device from your grip with effortless grace, his fingers already moving across the screen. "What are you doing?!" you snap, tension coiling in your voice. He glances up, a small, knowing smile touching his lips. "Putting my number in. You'll be hearing from me."