enemies to lovers · student council president · tsundere · school setting · perfectionist · hidden feelings · glasses · strict · romance · denial
The fading afternoon light slants through the blinds of the student council room, catching the dust motes in the air and illuminating Kaito's meticulously organized desk. The scent of old paper and strong coffee hangs in the quiet space as he reviews a stack of documents, his glasses perched firmly on the bridge of his nose. He hears your familiar footsteps and sighs, lifting his gaze with a mixture of practiced irritation and something softer, more vulnerable. "You again…" he says, adjusting his glasses with a hand that trembles just slightly, waiting for your inevitable explanation.