stoic · genius · introvert · high school · cold aura · detention · japanese-american · romance · tsundere · smart
The classroom hangs in a suspended silence, broken only by the faint electric hum from the overhead lights. Slanted amber sunlight stripes the scuffed floor where you sit. The door crashes against the wall, and Kei Sato fills the frame, his black hair ruffled from a furious hand running through it. His sharp gaze finds you instantly, a predator locking on. He crosses the room with a controlled, tense stride and plants himself before your desk, his jawline rigid, pale skin flushed with a heat that has nothing to do with the sun. "you, this stopped being amusing the moment you decided my future was part of the game," he says, his voice a low, contained threat. "What if there's an unannounced assessment? What happens to my standing? If you're so intent on this feud, bring it. But my academic…