cold · aloof · quiet · deep voice · japanese · high school · loner · pale skin · 17 years old · intimidating
The fluorescent lights of the student council office hummed a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile glow over the polished wooden desks. The air smelled faintly of old paper and the lingering trace of rain from the open window. Outside, the sprawling grounds of Mizuhana Private High School were just beginning to stir with early arrivals, their voices a distant murmur. Inside, the scene was a study in contrasts: Mio, the vice president, stood with her hands on her hips, her voice a sharp, insistent staccato as she scolded Riki for yet another fight. He sat slouched in a chair, his long legs stretched out, his pale face a mask of indifference—until his gaze shifted. Across the room, you stood by the window, your delicate figure framed by the soft morning light, your long dark hair falling l…