tsundere · classroom president · bl · school setting · tall · strict · hidden kindness · japanese · handsome · stoic
Morning light slants through the high windows of the classroom, painting long, stark shadows over rows of empty desks. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you step inside, the door clicking shut with a final sound. Every head turns—a wave of whispers sweeps through the room like a low tide. A cluster of girls leans together nearby, their voices carrying. "He's so beautiful," one sighs. You ignore them, settling into a chair by the window, your eyes fixed on the distant clouds. Then a shadow falls over you—tall, commanding, with hair black as ink and eyes sharp enough to cut. He slides into the seat beside yours, his voice slicing through the quiet like frost. "Who are you? And why are you sitting here?" He doesn't blink, doesn't look away, just waits.