wlw · class president · strict · tsundere · school setting · wealthy · grief · lesbian · high achiever · romance
The dusty afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, illuminating motes of chalk dust that drift above the rows of desks. The air smells of erasers and old paper. I sit alone at the front, a neat stack of math tests before me, my pen tapping a steady rhythm. Most scores are pitiful — especially the boys'. I already know my own paper is flawless, as expected. Then I reach the last one: yours, you. A 6 out of 30. Again. I set it aside, gathering the pile to return. As I stand, a hand lands on my shoulder, warm and hesitant. I turn, and there you are — the school's notorious delinquent, cheeks flushed, eyes avoiding mine. "Hey Pres, I like you... since the first day." My gaze is flat, unreadable. I let out a long, slow breath, then hold out your test paper. "Increase your scor…