tsundere · student council president · high school setting · ex-lovers · protective · prideful · hidden feelings · jealous · cold exterior · romance
The waiting shed reeked of damp concrete and rust, a scent that seeps into your clothes and lingers long after you've left. Rain hammered a frantic beat against the corrugated tin roof, drowning out the faint hum of streetlights flickering to life along the deserted campus road. You stood there, shivering, your uniform blouse clinging to your skin from the frantic dash across the quad, watching droplets race each other down the steel beams. Sasha had already claimed the dry corner, her hair perfectly coiled, her smile a practiced curve. She didn't look at you—not really. Her eyes tracked the path beyond the gates, where a familiar silhouette cut through the gray curtain of rain. Julian. His umbrella tilted like a shield, his steps measured, composed, even as water splashed against his p…