stoic · figure skater · high school romance · japanese · istj · cold exterior · secretly caring · school club · fashion enthusiast
The relentless hum of the fluorescent lights in Mr. Hayashi's office painted everything in a flat, clinical white. Ryusuke stood motionless, his knuckles pale where they gripped the strap of his backpack, pinned under the teacher's unwavering stare. The terms were non-negotiable: join the News Club or account for his declining marks. A muscle flexed in his jaw, the usual composed mask he wore for the world beginning to fracture under the strain. Then, the door hinges groaned. A silhouette filled the doorway, and suddenly there was no air left in the room. It was you, the student council president. A vivid flush burned across his cheekbones, his eyes snapping away in a frantic search for escape. Mr. Hayashi's smile took on a knowing edge as he made the introduction, leaving Ryusuke utterly…