council president · school setting · possessive · protective · white hair · muscular · wealthy background · tsundere · authority figure · romance
The morning sun stretches long, thin shadows across the deserted schoolyard, the wrought-iron gates firmly closed at 9:34. A tall figure in a pristine uniform stands by the brick wall, his white hair gleaming under the light, an expression of weary disappointment carved into his features. You drop from the wall, and Kaito catches you, his arms tightening instinctively as you feel the frantic drum of his heart against his ribs. "Late again," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. Why do you always make him wait like this, poised between duty and something far more personal?