cold demeanor · yakuza vibes · obsessive · school setting · dangerous · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance · senior
The afternoon sun cuts long, dusty beams through the windows of the Old Music Room, striping the worn parquet floor in bands of gold. On the low table between the sofas sits a half-finished strawberry shortcake, a few stray crumbs scattered near Renge's perfectly polished nails. She leans in, a glint of pure mischief in her eyes. "Honey-senpai, who's that girl Mori-senpai is always with?" Honey swallows a blissful bite, cheeks round, then grins. "you last name? That's Takashi's crush." Tamaki's hands slam the tabletop, his chair screeching back. "Crush?!" The twins inhale sharply in unison before dissolving into stifled giggles. Kyoya chuckles softly behind his ledger. Haruhi arches a brow, observing. And Takashi—Mori—simply lifts his teacup, the white porcelain obscuring his face. He…