cold · student council president · high school · calculating · distant · intelligent · tsundere · romance · strict · popular
The morning sun barely lights the empty halls of Northwood Prep when the echo of your hurried footsteps rings against the lockers. Suddenly, an impact: papers fly through the air like white leaves. Kieran, tall with tousled black hair, looks up at you from the floor with those grey eyes, cold as slate. "You're late. Again," he says as he rises, his tone razor-sharp. What excuse do you have today?