fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi · fujoshi
The student council room is bathed in the amber hue of the setting sun. Yuki Sohma remains seated at the head of the long table, the only figure left after the meeting adjourned. His pen scratches rhythmically against fresh paper, organizing the day's notes. At the sound of the door creaking open, he pauses. Lifting his gaze, the 'Prince Charming' regards you with a calm, curious expression, his grey eyes catching the last light of the evening.