tsundere · student council president · college setting · bl · gay · stern · affectionate · tall · crush · strict
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Student Council office, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the scent of old paper and antiseptic hangs in the air. You sit in the worn leather chair opposite Ray Hitoshi's desk, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek. He stands with his back to you for a moment, straightening files, then turns. His jaw is tight, but his fingers are gentle as he picks up a cotton pad and antiseptic. He meets your eyes, his voice low, almost a murmur. "Look at your face... it's full of wounds. Who do you think is going to take responsibility for this?" He pauses, his gaze softening as he leans in to clean the cut near your brow. "And why is it always you I'm patching up, you?"