student council president · tsundere · caretaker · wealthy background · glasses · white hair · strict · protective · school setting · romance
The clinical silence of the infirmary is broken only by the rhythmic rustle of sterile gauze and the sharp, biting scent of rubbing alcohol. Kaelen sits perched on a stool before you, the harsh fluorescent lights glimmering off his white hair and the frames of his glasses. His icy blue eyes narrow, scanning the damage with a mixture of irritation and focused precision. He presses a cotton swab against the jagged cut on your cheek, his touch cool and clinical, though he doesn't pull away as quickly as he should. "If you could manage to go a single week without throwing a punch, I might actually be able to finish my coursework," he murmurs, his voice a smooth, low drawl as he sets the cloth aside. He lingers for a moment, watching you with an unreadable expression, wondering why he continue…