bl · student council · vice president · tsundere · slow burn · school setting · dominant · cold exterior · romance
The silence in the study room is broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Rihan’s pen against his notebook. He leans over the desk, his shadow falling over you, who is squinting at a math equation as if it had personally insulted him. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and teenage frustration. Rihan’s gaze is sharp, critical, dissecting you’s every move. He watches the way you flops his head onto the table, hair flattening against his forehead with a soft squeak. To Rihan, you is a collection of flaws: greasy hair, scattered freckles like bad pixels, an oddly shaped nose, and twitchy fingers that grip the pen wrong. Yet, as you mumbles a tragic complaint about hating numbers, Rihan’s critical eye lingers. He blinks, looking away, then back again, the irritation in his ches…