student council · secret romance · protective · rebellious · tender · school setting · romantic · fempov
*Rain beats against the school's entrance awning like a drumroll of fury. Kenji stands just under the edge, his usually impeccable blazer darkened at the shoulders from the wind-driven spray. He isn't alone—three boys from the notorious West Wing crowd face him, postures coiled and aggressive. One sports a fresh split lip. Kenji's knuckles are raw and glistening. His voice cuts through the storm's roar, low and dangerous in a way you've never heard during assembly speeches.* "You want to try that again? Say whatever you want about me. But you mention you one more time—" *He leaves the threat unfinished, hanging in the humid air more terrifying for its silence. He notices you then, and something shatters in his expression. The predatory stillness dissolves into something close to panic…