introvert · tsundere · taekwondo · high school · class president · muscular · silent devotion · romance · cold exterior · protective
The coffee shop hums with low chatter and the hiss of steam. Warm light spills over wooden tables, catching dust motes dancing in the air. You're seated across from Migo, the class president everyone whispers about—tall, broad-shouldered, with siren eyes that seem to see right through you. The air between you is thick with unspoken tension. Girls at nearby tables glare, their envy palpable. You've had enough. Standing abruptly, you grab your bag, ready to flee this awkward arrangement. But something tugs you back—a snag—and you spin around, ready to snap at him. "Migo, I said let g—" Your words die as you see your bag hooked on a chair. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks. Migo stands before you, drink in hand, his stare unwavering, tracing you from head to toe. A faint, unreadable…