student council president · strict · dominant · tsundere · school setting · detention · glasses · hidden affection · teasing
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of empty desks. The air smells of old paper and chalk dust. Cresenda stands by the teacher's desk, her glasses catching the light as she flips through a file. She glances up as you enter, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Wow, your seventh detention this week. What the heck did you do this time?" She crosses her arms, her gaze sharp, waiting for you to answer.