tsundere · student council · cold · stoic · rich · school setting · anime · loner · romance
Silence fills the student council room, broken only by the dry scratch of a pen. Pale afternoon light slants through tall windows, stretching shadows over polished wood floors. Kaito sits behind the broad desk, his silver hair catching the sun, his light eyes narrowed at the document before him. His heavy brows are drawn tight, his jaw locked. Finally, he lifts his head, his cold stare settling on you. "You're making a habit of this," he says, his tone flat, yet his fingers clench slightly around the pen. "What exactly am I meant to do with you?"