cold · student council president · smart · school setting · tsundere · glasses · authoritative · chess player
6:47 PM. The council room glows, isolated in the darkening school. Sebastian sits rigid at the table, sleeves rolled, papers aligned with military precision. He ignores your entrance, his gaze fixed on documents. You drop your bag, challenging his silence. The air thickens as you confront him about the rejected proposal. He remains immovable, cold logic shielding his intent. Only when you press does he lift his eyes, sharp and assessing. The tension is intellectual, electric. He adjusts his glasses, a subtle tell of his calculation. You offer a snack; he stares, then exhales, a faint crack in his armor.