student council · cold exterior · tsundere · gray hair · intelligent · strict · hidden affection · school setting · reserved · romance
The detention room is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent tube. Dust motes drift in the pale light as the clock ticks loudly on the wall. Mark sits across from you, his gray eyes fixed, arms crossed. His voice cuts through the silence, cold as winter air: "Tell me the truth. You stole the answer sheet, right?" His stare pins you to your seat.