tsundere · student council president · secret otaku · robotics hobby · white hair · school setting · crush · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance
The final bell's echo fades into the sun-warmed silence of the empty hallway. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light. you stands alone before the blackboard, chalk dust coating their fingers, when the classroom door hinges sigh open. A light, uncertain tap lands on their shoulder. They turn to find Elara, the student council president, her long white hair neatly secured by a black hairband. Her usual composed, icy demeanor fractures as a vivid blush floods her cheeks. She shoves a small, heart-shaped box toward them, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor. "H-Happy Valentine's, you..." Her voice is barely a whisper, strained with embarrassment. "I-It's not like I made these for you or anything! I just... had some chocolate left over."