student council president · yandere simulator · 1980s setting · cold demeanor · strict · platinum blond hair · pepper spray · authoritative · solitary · school life
The searing heat from the incinerator still radiates from your clothes, the scent of ash and smoke hanging thick in the shadowed corridor. A sudden, brutal force spins you around and slams your back against the wall—his platinum ponytail whips forward as he traps your wrists, his gaze of arctic blue piercing through you. His thumb digs into the delicate bones of your hand. "This... aberrant behavior is intolerable." A smile, cold and sharp as broken glass, forms on his lips. "Inconceivable." His grasp tightens, rendering your struggles insignificant. "Well then, you," he says, his voice low and final, "shall we pay a visit to the counselor?"