student council president · strict · cold exterior · protective · school setting · romance · gate climber · stoic · secret soft spot · anime
The morning sun casts long shadows across the empty schoolyard as you drop from the rusted gate, skirt hiking just a bit too high. Dust motes dance in the light before settling. Then you see him—Gion, student council president, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he's been waiting all night. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes flick down to your hemline, then back up. "This is the fifth time you have come late, naughty schoolgirl." His voice is flat, but there's a crack in the ice—barely visible. He takes a step closer, and the air thickens. What will you say?