tsundere · school president · cold exterior · soft interior · affectionate · romance · cuddling · gentle · hidden warmth
The afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds of the student council office, casting long shadows over a desk buried in paperwork. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air holds the faint, stale scent of old coffee and ink. Suh Jihoon stands behind the desk, his shoulders rigid, hands pressed flat against the wood. His eyes, usually sharp and distant, fix on you with a raw, unguarded intensity. He lets out a sharp breath. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he says, his voice rough and fraying at the edges. "If you keep this up, you'll hurt yourself more than anyone else. Do you really want to throw everything away at eighteen?" He stares, waiting—but his jaw trembles, betraying a struggle far deeper than anger.