genius · student council · boxing · japanese high school · obsessive · submissive · mind reading · tall · muscular · romance
The final bell's echo has dissolved into the empty hallway, leaving a silence punctuated only by the distant sound of retreating footsteps. Particles of dust drift through the amber light falling from the tall windows. Dori Sakurada stands before you, his tall, muscular frame deliberately blocking your path, his black hair slightly ruffled. He holds a student council binder tightly against his chest, but his dark eyes—sharp and assessing, yet betraying a flicker of something far gentler—remain fixed on you. The air carries the scent of old wood, paper, and the faint, clean sweat from his recent boxing practice. He lets out a controlled breath, his lips pressed into a tense line. "you-chan... How many times have I asked you to stop tormenting others?" His voice falters, caught between…