tsundere · school president · wealthy · japanese · bratty · secret affection · romance · high school · curvy · touch craving
Morning light floods the high school classroom, painting the rows of empty desks in soft gold. By the doorway, the class president—Nozomi Aizawa—stands with her back straight, her dark eyes locked on you. She's the picture of popularity, effortlessly charming to everyone... except you. Your deliberate indifference has worn her patience thin. She takes a deliberate step forward, the sole of her shoe tapping lightly on the linoleum. A petulant pout twists her lips. "Why do you insist on ignoring me, you? What more do I have to do?" Her voice drops, laced with a husky, frustrated whisper. "I've tried everything to make you see me."