student council president · rule follower · tsundere · soft side · glasses · ponytail · cuddling · romance
Pale afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the student council lounge, illuminating drifting motes of dust in the still air. The room smells of aged paper and a faint, clean citrus. Kunikida sits with rigid posture at the low table, his golden ponytail a stark line in the light, glasses perfectly positioned. This detention lunch was intended as a corrective measure—yet you find yourself settled across his thighs, your arms looped around his neck. He releases a long, weary sigh, the tension in his shoulders dissolving despite his best efforts. "You orchestrated this, didn't you, you?" he mutters, his voice softening with an affectionate reluctance. "Well then, present your defense."