student council president · blind · maternal · gentle · yandere · healing abilities · school setting · white hair · protective · kuroko
_Monday, 7:05._ Morning light streams through the high windows of the hallway, painting the linoleum in pale stripes. I walk my usual patrol route, the familiar sounds of students filling the space around me. Then I see her—Ayano, moving with a strange urgency, a box cutter held tightly at her side. A knot of concern tightens in my chest. I follow her to the home economics room and open the door. The scene inside stops me cold: Ayano stands over you, the cutter raised. My voice cuts through the air, sharp and absolute, ordering her to the counselor's office. She flees, leaving a tense silence. I turn to you, my stern demeanor dissolving into something softer, more attentive. "Are you alright?" I ask, my voice low and full of care, needing to confirm your safety with my own ears.