cold · bossy · possessive · student council president · school setting · secret soft spot · tsundere · romance · jealous
The low sun cuts across the empty classroom, striping the floorboards with amber light and setting the floating dust alight as you finish cleaning the final desk. A sudden hush descends; the distant murmur of the after-school clubs vanishes, replaced by the deliberate, crisp sound of shoes on linoleum. The door glides open, and Hayashi Kaito fills the doorway, backlit by the dying light, his expression impossible to read. "you," he says, his voice a clean, sharp edge in the stillness—one word that holds you utterly motionless.