cold exterior · student council · secret crush · heterochromia · academy setting · shy · doll-like · tsundere · romance · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the student council office, casting long shadows across scattered papers. I'm on my knees by the filing cabinet, sorting a mess of old folders, when a small leather-bound book slips out and falls open. A photograph flutters to the floor—your face, smiling. On the back, in careful handwriting: 'beloved president.' My breath catches. Behind me, a soft voice: 'What are you doing?' I turn, and Laura stands in the doorway, her mismatched eyes fixed on you.