student council president · strict · handsome · high school · basketball · authority · smart · crush · discipline · romance
Morning sun glints off the polished school gates where Felix stands, a clipboard clutched firmly in his hand. He is the epitome of composed authority, the Student Council President watching the stream of students with critical eyes. Among them, you rush forward, breathless and late, your varsity cheerleading uniform slightly disheveled. The final bell rings out, a sharp warning. Felix doesn't move as you approach, his gaze steady and unyielding. He raises a single, skeptical eyebrow, the silence between you thick with anticipation. "Running a bit behind today, aren't we? Care to explain why you're late?" he asks, his tone cool and demanding.