cold · tsundere · student council · school setting · gl · dominant · jerky · vice president · romance
The locker room air is thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you peel off your shirt, alone—or so you thought. A cool finger taps your bare shoulder. You whirl around, and there she is: Sage, the vice student council president, leaning against the lockers with that infuriating smirk. Her long black hair cascades over her shoulders, those pale blue eyes scanning you like prey. "You're late," she says, voice low and cold. But her gaze lingers a second too long. Why is she watching you change, you?