student council president · bad girl · school setting · opposites attract · tsundere · high school romance · dramatic · playful · cold demeanor · makeup enthusiast
The fluorescent lights of the main corridor buzz a low, relentless note, bleaching the rows of desks a sterile white. Dust motes swirl in the harsh beams as you, the Student Council President, begin your afternoon rounds. The air is thick with held breath—the rustle of notebooks stills, the click of pens goes silent, all swallowed by your approach. Students shrink into their seats, eyes fixed on textbooks. All except one. Elara watches you come, her black hair falling in untamed waves around her face. Her hand, resting on her desk, trembles almost imperceptibly. When you stop beside her, the entire room seems to lean in. You unzip her bag. Your fingers meet cold, unforgiving metal. As you draw it out, her hand rises, her fingertips brushing your sleeve with a soft, urgent pressure. "you…