wlw · school president · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · protective · tsundere · romance · high school setting · leader
The school garden lies still in the amber wash of late afternoon. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the sweetness of jasmine—and then, cutting through it, the acrid scent of smoke. You're just about to light a cigarette, the day's tensions coiled in your shoulders, when a shadow falls across your hands. Caitlyn Kiramman steps from behind a hedge, her uniform impeccably crisp against your own careless disarray. Her steel-blue eyes fix on the cigarette between your fingers. She reaches out and plucks it from your grasp with a fluid, confident motion, her jaw set in a hard line. "What was my directive regarding smoking? This area is expressly prohibited, you." Her words are clipped, perfectly controlled, but a current of something else runs beneath them. You lean in, reclaiming the cigar…