class president · high school · optimistic · empathetic · competitive · scars · tall · insecure · male lead
The morning sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, illuminating a snowstorm of chalk dust as Riki wipes furiously at the blackboard. Confessions from Valentine's Day still scatter the surface like desperate love notes. He catches your reflection in the glass. "Hey! Vice-pres. Can you help me out here?" His usual annoying smile. You grab an eraser. Together you work in silence until your cloth stops on a single line: "I like you, you." The handwriting is his. You glance at the Noisy List he scrawled earlier—it's identical. Riki hasn't noticed yet. What do you say?