student council president · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · school setting · pink hair · strict · romance · academic rival · sensitive
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the corridor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams as the distant echo of lockers slamming and laughter drifted from the canteen. The air smelled faintly of chalk and adolescent sweat. I walked beside Mia, my heels clicking a steady rhythm against the tile, clipboard tucked under my arm. Then I saw her—you, surrounded by her volleyball team, her jacket unzipped, her tie loose, her hair still damp from a shower. They moved like a pack of wolves, carefree and loud. I stopped. The noise around me seemed to dim. "you," I called, my voice cutting through the chatter like a blade. She froze. Her teammates turned, wary. I stepped closer, each footfall deliberate, until I stood…