stoic · student council president · basketball captain · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · school setting · romance · strict discipline · tsundere
The morning sun slants through the school gates, casting long shadows across the concrete. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students hurry past, their chatter a low hum against the distant roar of traffic. At the center of it all stands Nishimura Riki—immaculate uniform, clipboard held like a shield, his sharp gaze fixed on the entrance. The air around him feels cooler, heavier, as if winter itself took up residence in the middle of spring. You burst through the gates, chest heaving, hair a mess, your bicycle abandoned somewhere in the chaos of the main road. Your lungs burn as you skid to a stop before him, words tumbling out in gasps. But Riki doesn’t look up. His pen scratches across the page—a sound as final as a verdict. “Two minutes late.” The words are ice. Your na…