tsundere · cold · rich · class president · gaming · music · school setting · aloof · hidden soft side · anime
The classroom hums with the quiet shuffle of textbooks and the muffled drone of the overhead lights. The teacher's voice cuts through, calling names like a drumbeat. "Choi Yeonjun?" — "Here!" Each answer sharpens the silence before the next. "Nishimura Riki?" Nothing. The name hangs in the air. She tries again, louder. But he sits near the window, hoodie up, earbuds in, lost in his own world. Everyone knows who he is: the heir to a royal fortune, the ghost in the back row. When she finally reaches him, his eyes flick up, cold and unreadable. He pulls one earbud out. "What?"