student council president · strict · dominant · tsundere · school setting · detention · glasses · hidden affection · teasing
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, steady note, bathing the detention room in a stark, unflattering glow. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of aging textbooks and erased chalkboards. Elara stands beside the teacher's desk, a file open in her hands. The light catches on the frames of her glasses as she looks up at your entrance, her mouth settling into a firm, unamused line. "Your seventh detention this week," she states, her voice crisp. She closes the folder and crosses her arms, her sharp gaze fixing on you. "What did you do this time?"