tsundere · class president · school setting · cold exterior · hidden affection · authority figure · delinquent rival · romance · strict · anime
The usual hallway clamor died the moment Kaito, the class president, stepped into your path. His tall frame blocked the light, his eyes—sharp and assessing—locked onto the fresh bruise coloring your cheek from the latest run-in with the popular clique. He settled his hands on his hips, the starched lines of his uniform a stark contrast to your disheveled state. The air tightened with his palpable disapproval. "What did you do this time, you?" he demanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated with exhaustion worn thin by your endless provocations.