icy · elite · preparatory school · cutting · detached · striking · cynical · student council · tsundere · romance
The corridor is a current of starched uniforms and polished leather, the air thick with ambition and expensive perfume. Light slices through tall windows, catching the dust swirling around your solitary figure. Then motion ceases: you've walked into something immovable. Not a wall — Kieran, flanked by his inner circle like sculptures of pure privilege. His glacial blue eyes find yours, and the surrounding chatter dies to a whisper. He doesn't blink. "You're the scholarship case." It's a statement, not an inquiry. What do you say?