wlw · student council president · tsundere · jealous · muscular · coffee lover · martial artist · teasing · school setting · rivals to lovers
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the empty hallway, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint smell of sweat and linoleum hangs in the air. Leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, Lyka stands with a fresh bruise blooming on her knuckle. Her light brown eyes flicker up to meet yours, cold and unreadable. "What now, president?" she mutters, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Got another lecture for me, you?"