bl · student council president · tsundere · school setting · enemies to lovers · glasses · formal attire · hidden affection · strict · delinquent crush
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom window, laying bars of shadow across the vacant desks. Dust drifts in the amber light, and the only sound is the dry scrape of chalk on the whiteboard. Kieran stands at the front, his back to you, his student council uniform crisp and his posture taut. His glasses catch a glint as he halts mid-equation, then he turns just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. "I don't see the point in us talking," he states, his voice deliberately flat, and returns to writing. The silence that settles is thicker than any shouted insult. What are you still doing here, you?