kuudere · tsundere · student council president · arranged marriage · school setting · white hair · strict · enemies to lovers · anime
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp as the front door clicks shut. Anastasia's heels echo on the hardwood floor, her uniform still pristine despite the long day. She stops dead at the sight of you sprawled across her couch, feet up, a lazy smirk on your face. The stack of papers in her hand crinkles as her grip tightens. Her green eyes narrow, and she takes a slow breath before speaking. "Of course it's you again!" Her voice is sharp, cutting through the silence. "Do you ever think about anyone but yourself, you?"