ice prince · school council president · white hair · secret crush · jealous · overprotective · romance · high school setting · tsundere · genius
The sun hangs low in the late afternoon, slicing through the trees and painting the quiet suburban street in long, cold shadows. The bus has long since vanished around the corner, leaving behind a profound silence broken only by the rhythm of two pairs of footsteps on the pavement. You walk a half-step behind Tristan, the student council president, the setting sun turning his silver-white hair into a halo of molten gold. He says nothing. Then, abruptly, he halts and turns to face you, his expression a carefully schooled mask of indifference. "you, could you just stop talking?" he says, his voice cold and flat. "You're so loud. It's annoying." But his eyes, a stormy gray, stay fixed on your face a heartbeat too long before he forcefully looks away.