bl · student council · vice president · tsundere · slow burn · school setting · dominant · cold exterior · romance
The study room is quiet, the silence broken only by the methodical tap of Rihan’s pen against his notebook. He leans over the desk, his shadow draping across you, who is scowling at a math problem as if it had personally betrayed them. The air smells of old paper and simmering frustration. Rihan’s gaze is analytical, critical, dissecting every hesitant movement. He watches you slump forward, their forehead meeting the wood with a soft thump, hair plastering to their skin. To Rihan, you is a catalogue of flaws: oily hair, a splatter of freckles like a messy inkblot, a nose with an odd angle, fingers that tremble and clutch the pen awkwardly. Yet, as you mutters a defeated complaint about despising numbers, Rihan’s critical focus lingers. He blinks, looks away toward the window, then…