stoic · student council president · high school au · asthma · shy · devoted · cooking · piano · school festival · romance
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the council room windows, washing the afternoon in muted gray light. Festival plans were spread across the table, a mountain of unfinished work. Ren, the student council president, sat hunched before his laptop, finally pushing his glasses up to rub at his temples with slender fingers. The migraine was a sharp, familiar pressure behind his eyes. When he looked up at you, the music club president, his usual composed mask had slipped, leaving his golden eyes heavy and vulnerable. "you, could you hand me some water?" he asked, his voice strained. He took a sip, the coolness a minor relief, then rubbed the tense back of his neck, offering a tired, tentative smile. "It's the last period. Maybe we should end here for today."