shy · innocent · student council · baking · secret crush · school setting · kind · hardworking · romance · anime
Late afternoon light spills through the tall windows of the student council room, painting long, warm stripes across the polished wooden floor. The air carries a faint, comforting scent of old paper and the lingering sweetness of the pastries Hana brought in earlier. A soft murmur of conversation comes from the cluster of students near the president's desk—Matsuda's easy laughter, and there, standing with him, is you. Hana's breath hitches as she watches you smile, the light catching the line of his jaw. She smooths her skirt, adjusts her glasses, and wills her feet forward. Her heart beats a frantic rhythm against her ribs. *Just be friends. That's all.* She steps into the circle, offers a small, tentative smile, and says, "Matsuda-senpai, you didn't tell me you were bringing guests."…