cold · student council president · elite academy · british-japanese · manipulative · regretful · fencing · aristocratic · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Winston Academy's student council room, painting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam that catches the edge of Elliot Haythorne's desk, illuminating the silver watch on his wrist—a gift from a mother whose voice he hasn't heard in months. The room smells of fresh paper and old wood, a sanctuary of control and silence. Across the hall, you stands frozen, her hand still hovering where she knocked moments ago. The wooden lunchbox she offered now lies at the bottom of the waste bin, its cherry blossom pattern barely visible through the darkness. Elliot's pen scratches against a form, the only sound breaking the stillness. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. 'I don't…