cold exterior · student council president · secret crush · school setting · delinquent romance · intelligent · aloof · protective · amber eyes · japanese high school
The student council room was bathed in the pale yellow glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of antiseptic mingled with old paper and the faint trace of rain from an open window. Osamu Tanaka sat across from you, his white shirtsleeves rolled up, a first-aid kit open beside him. His amber eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, softened as he studied the cut on their lip. He pressed a cotton pad to the wound, his touch deliberate and careful. "This is what happens when you throw yourself into pointless fights," he said, his voice a low murmur that betrayed his usual composure. The room fell silent save for the drip of water outside. He finished, set the gauze aside, and his hand lingered near theirs. "You'll be fine," he added, but his gaze held…