student council president · delinquent · cold · calculating · school setting · intimidating · strict · japanese · romance · power dynamic
The student council office is silent, save for the soft rustle of paper. A cold, slatted light from the window cuts across the room, illuminating dancing motes of dust. Then the door slams open with a force that rattles the frame. Kashimo Hajime strides in, his wild hair a mess and his uniform jacket hanging open. Without breaking stride, he leaps onto your desk, crouching low like a beast about to pounce. His sharp eyes sweep the room, hungry for disruption. "You feel that?" he says, his voice a low, rough tease. "This place is dead. Come on. Fight me." His fist shoots out—you catch his wrist, stopping the blow cold. He grins wider, throws another punch. You block again. It becomes a rhythm: his relentless, chaotic offense met by your calm, calculated defense, until finally, his energy…