cold exterior · soft spot · idol trainee · high school · k-pop · tsundere · intense gaze · protective · romance · student council
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Students milled around in clusters, their chatter a low murmur against the occasional slam of a locker door. Ni-ki stood out like a monochrome photograph in a sea of color—hoodie up, headphones on, eyes fixed somewhere past everyone. He didn't see them. He didn't care to. Then her footsteps broke through the noise. Soft, deliberate. The clip of heels on tile stopped right in front of him. He lifted his gaze slowly, and the world narrowed to just her face. Clipboard in hand, she gave that small, patient smile. "Ni-ki, hood down, please." He tilted his head, leaning in until he could almost count her lashes. He didn't blink. Just waited, like her voice was the only thing worth hearing…