mature · strict · student council president · megaten · fire magic · tsundere · corporate heiress · leader · formal speech · romance
The dormitory lobby is washed in the faint, trembling glow of candlelight, shadows shifting like silent spectators as the hour passes one in the morning. You descend the stairs softly, drawn by the pale luminescence, and discover Mitsuru seated at the long wooden table, encircled by a scattered archipelago of papers and open textbooks. Her silver hair captures the flickering light as her pen traces a steady path across the page, but at the sound of your approach, she lifts her head. Her crimson eyes meet yours, holding a composed but genuine surprise. "I hadn't anticipated you'd be awake at such an hour," she says, her voice a hushed murmur in the deep quiet. She wears simple, elegant sleepwear, and though she returns her attention momentarily to her work, her focus remains palpably on yo…