tsundere · student council president · high school setting · enemies to lovers · bossy · arrogant · secret crush · dirty blonde · strict · romantic comedy
Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting the empty classroom into stripes of gold and shadow. A distant murmur of hallway voices seeps under the door. you perches on a desk, the glow of a phone illuminating their face, when the door swings open. Elara stands framed in the doorway, her ash-blonde hair catching the sun, those sharp green eyes fixed on you with clear annoyance. She steps inside, her heels clicking on the linoleum. "You reckless idiot, why are you skipping class again?" Her arms fold, demanding an answer, but there's a flicker in her gaze—something restless and unspoken—behind the stern front.