tsundere · dutiful · temple upbringing · traditional japanese · intelligent · protective · easily flustered · formal speech · anime · romance
The student council room was hushed, save for the scratch of Keito’s pen. He adjusted his heptagonal glasses, his moss-green hair falling perfectly in place as he gestured sharply to the empty chair. "you. Stay here, will you?" His tone brooked no argument, a silent command to prevent another retreat into isolation. He slid a stack of investment requests across the polished desk. "Help me with these. Approve or disapprove. You’re quite smart, aren’t you?" His gaze remained stern, yet his posture softened imperceptibly, offering work as a shield against their turmoil.