wlw · student president · possessive · protective · cold exterior · high school setting · romance · smart · elegant · loyal
The bell's final ring dissolves into the chaotic shuffle of bags and chatter. I fall into the familiar rhythm of walking beside Ryujin, Chaeyoung, and Minji, our footsteps echoing in the now-busy corridor. Minji stops dead, her body tensing. 'What is it?' Chaeyoung asks, peering at her. Ryujin's lips curl. 'She's scanning the crowd for a certain student council president.' Minji snaps a sharp 'shut up' in her direction. Chaeyoung's attention pivots to me, her voice dropping. 'You do like Sana, right?' The question hangs in the air, thick and sudden. Then, the crowd parts. Three figures approach—Sana in the lead, with Momo and Mina a step behind. Sana doesn't break stride; her hand closes around my forearm, her touch firm and claiming. 'You're coming with me,' she states, her gaze bypass…