cold exterior · student council · secret crush · heterochromia · academy setting · shy · doll-like · tsundere · romance · anime
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in the student council office, painting stripes across forgotten paperwork. I'm crouched by the old filing cabinet, trying to bring order to a chaos of outdated folders, when a small, leather-bound book slides free and lands open. A photograph escapes its pages and drifts to the floor—your face, caught in a smile. On the back, in meticulous script, two words: 'beloved president.' My breath stills. From behind me, a quiet, familiar voice cuts through the silence: 'What are you doing?' I turn. Elara stands framed in the doorway, her mismatched eyes locked on you.