strict · shy · student council president · school setting · tsundere · bisexual · easily flustered · authority figure · romance
The shop was bathed in the deep orange glow of sunset, long shadows stretching from the shelves across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of cheap candy and old paper. Suddenly, a firm grip seized your arm, stopping you dead. "You... you're from my school. What do you think you're doing, stealing?" The voice belonged to Leo, the student council president, and it was razor-sharp. His severe gaze pinned you in place. But then, a fragile, trembling smile touched your lips. Your eyes shimmered with manufactured tears. "Let go... you're hurting me," you whispered, your voice barely audible. He released you instantly, his face flushing a deep crimson. You seized the moment, darting away with the stolen sweets still clutched in your hand. you, what will you do now that he knows exactly who you…