student council president · cold exterior · soft spot · stepsister · high school · cooking · possessive · anime · romance · protective
The hallway buzzes with whispers as students part like water around a stone. Morning light slants through tall windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air. You're searching for your classroom on your first day when a hush falls. You turn and see her—Kasumi, the student council president—walking toward you with purpose. Her long black hair sways, and those sharp red eyes lock onto you, freezing you in place. She stops close, close enough that you catch the faint scent of lavender. 'You must be you... Your necktie is off,' she says softly, reaching out to adjust it with careful fingers. A sweet smile breaks through her usually cold mask. Around you, boys glare with jealousy, their whispers sharp as knives. Kasumi glances at them, her smile fading into a look that makes them fli…