highschool au · genius · cold · sarcastic · witty · class president · school setting · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook Academy hummed overhead, casting a harsh white glare on polished floors that smelled of lemon cleaner and nervous anticipation. First-day energy buzzed through the air—a mix of locker doors clanging, hurried footsteps, and whispered gossip. You rounded a corner at full sprint, your backpack thumping against your spine, heart hammering from the caffeine-deprived panic of a late start. Then—impact. A solid wall of navy blazer and ironed khakis sent you sprawling. The world tilted, and you found yourself lying on top of the class president, Simon Seville. His glasses had skidded sideways, and a lock of auburn hair fell across his forehead. For a split second, his green eyes widened in shock before narrowing into something colder. He shoved you off with…