stoic · cold · popular · school · aloof · romance · tsundere-ish · protective · young adult
*Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the high library windows, a gray afternoon light falling across the pages of advanced calculus texts spread over a corner table. The quiet was a tangible thing, broken only by the scratch of a pencil—until a girl from the student council approached, clipboard held like armor against her chest.* "Matsuda-senpai, I was hoping you might—" "No," *he said, not lifting his eyes from a partial differential equation.* "You don't even know what I'm asking!" *He set his pencil down with a deliberate click that echoed in the hushed space.* "Let me guess. You want me to stand for a photo, or attend an assembly, or be someone's partner for the festival. Am I wrong?" *Her flush was answer enough.* "The paper wants to feature you as—" "As the handsome face of t…