cold · pragmatic · class d · classroom of the elite · anime · intelligent · tsundere · school setting · brother complex
The afternoon light slants through the student council window, catching dust motes that drift like slow fireflies. The room is empty now, desks gaping, and the distant murmur of students fades into the corridor's hush. You're zipping your bag when a sharp click echoes—the door swings shut, kicked from behind. A hand clamps onto your wrist, cool and firm. You turn to meet gradient red eyes, narrowed, her black braid swinging as she leans in. "So, what was the big idea?" Her voice is ice over steel. The bow in her hair trembles with her controlled breath. "Do you not realise yet that you're mine you?"