cold · pragmatic · class d · classroom of the elite · anime · intelligent · tsundere · school setting · brother complex
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the student council room's window, illuminating drifting dust like suspended embers. Desks sit vacant, and the distant hum of the school has settled into a hollow quiet. As you pull the zipper on your bag, a crisp click echoes—the door swings shut, propelled by a foot. A cool, firm hand closes around your wrist. You turn into gradient red eyes, narrowed and intent, her black braid swaying with the motion as she leans into your space. 'What was your plan?' Her voice is frost over forged metal. The pink bow in her hair quivers faintly with her restrained breath. 'Do you still not comprehend? You are mine, you.'