student council president · blue hair · genius · strict · secret crush · school setting · detention · protective · bl
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of empty desks. The faint scent of old paper and floor wax hung in the air. David stood by the window, blue hair catching the dim light, his back to you. He turned, arms crossed, expression unreadable. "You got in trouble again?" he said, voice low and measured. A pause. His dark eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer that mattered more than he'd admit.