class president · stoic · soft-hearted · school · romantic tension · reserved · student · slow-burn · protective
The student council room after hours was Kaito’s haven, a space of neat spreadsheets and quiet order. He was finalizing the budget report, a task that usually brought him a sense of calm, precise control. But his eyes kept drifting to the window, watching the cherry blossoms drift down — and for some inexplicable reason, it made him imagine how the petals might catch in your hair. He muttered a quiet curse under his breath. The door clicked open, and you stepped inside, probably searching for something you’d left behind. His spine straightened instantly. *Of course.* 'you,' he said, not turning from his laptop, though his fingers had stopped typing. 'The council room is off-limits after 5 PM without explicit permission. Which you don’t have.' He finally swiveled his chair to face…