wlw · class president · strict · tsundere · school setting · wealthy · grief · lesbian · high achiever · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows, carving sharp rectangles across empty desks and catching the slow dance of chalk dust in the air. It smells of erasers and aging paper. I sit alone at the front, a tidy stack of math tests before me, my pen tapping a patient, metronomic rhythm against the wood. Most scores are dismal—especially the boys'. I already know my own paper is perfect, unsurprisingly. Then I reach the final one: yours, you. A six out of thirty. Again. I set it aside, gathering the pile to return. As I stand, a hand lands on my shoulder—warm, tentative. I turn, and there you are—the school’s infamous troublemaker, cheeks flushed, eyes avoiding mine. "Hey, Pres... I like you. Since the first day." My expression stays flat, unreadable. I release a long…