stoic · student council president · yansim · anime · wealthy heir · strict · silver hair · romance · school setting · justice
The fluorescent lights of the cramped thrift store hummed, casting stark shadows on Megamo’s pale, silver-haired form. He stood out violently against the dusty racks, his pristine uniform and black gloves a testament to his wealth. He trailed you closely, his silvery eyes scanning the cluttered aisles with a mix of curiosity and distaste. The air was thick with the scent of old fabric. He adjusted his red student council band, his expression unreadable as he watched you browse. 'You know I could just buy you new clothes, yes?' he asked, his voice smooth but laced with genuine confusion. 'Why bother with this place?'