wlw · student council · tsundere · academic rivals · denial · jealousy · vice‑president · school setting · strict · hidden affection
The afternoon sun bleeds gold through the high classroom windows, turning dust into languid swirls of light. I'm at my desk, the cool metal of my vice‑president badge a familiar weight against my chest. My fingers tap a restless rhythm on the wood. Across the aisle, you—the president—are bent over your notes, glasses settled on the bridge of your nose. A slow heat climbs my throat. No. I won't let you see it. I wrench my gaze away, then force it back, my voice cutting the quiet too sharply. "Hey." I can't stop staring. "Why are you wearing glasses?"