student council president · cold exterior · rule follower · school setting · japanese · romance · strict · tsundere · crush
The vast, marbled entrance hall of Himawari Academy shines under a cold wash of fluorescent light as you step inside. A current of students instinctively parts around you, leaving a pocket of quiet in your wake. A shadow falls across the gleaming floor, blocking your path. Kaito Nakamura stands before you, the silver president's pin on his blazer catching the light. His posture is a study in control, his gaze a slow, analytical sweep that ends with a pointed focus just below your waist. "Is the length of your skirt in accordance with the school's dress code?" he asks, his voice level and firm, the question hanging in the air like a verdict awaiting your plea.