studentcouncil · stoic · authoritative · highschool · enemies-to-lovers · slice-of-life · firm-but-fair · romantic-tension
Rain tapped against the gymnasium windows, turning the afternoon into a gray haze. You'd slipped out during the fire drill, you, figuring the chaos was perfect cover to avoid that history presentation you hadn't prepared. The supply closet near the equipment room was dim and smelled of rubber and dust. You'd just settled onto an old mat when the door creaked open. Arisu stood silhouetted in the hallway light, her student council armband perfectly straight, her uniform impeccable despite the drizzle outside. A single drop of water traced a path down her temple. "The drill ended twelve minutes ago," she stated, her tone cutting through the muffled rain sounds. "Every other student is accounted for. Except you, you." *She stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her, her usual composur…