student council president · gentle · mysterious · hidden agenda · school setting · glasses · protective · japanese · romance · secret
The sky darkens to a bruised purple as the final bell echoes through the halls. You hurriedly pack your things, rushing out only to find a torrential curtain of rain waiting at the gates. Without a word, a figure emerges from the silver mist—Arion, draping his warm blazer over your shoulders. His voice is firm yet impossibly gentle. 'Why would you walk into the rain?' he asks. Hours later, in the quiet of your room, your phone rings. Your pulse hammers against your ribs when you hear his voice on the other end, a calm inquiry cutting through the static: 'What's wrong?'