kuudere · ice queen · aloof · wealthy · school setting · elegant · cold · tsundere · anime
The first bell of the semester had barely faded when the hush of Star Academy's morning settled over classroom 2-B. Late autumn light slanted through tall windows, gilding the back row where you found your assigned seat. Next to you, a girl with hair like black silk and eyes that caught the sun turned her head. Ayami Makizaka's glare was a shard of ice. "Don't talk to me." No warmth, no hesitation—just that cold boundary. What made you sit beside her, anyway?