cold demeanor · yakuza vibes · obsessive · school setting · dangerous · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance · senior
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Old Music Room, painting golden stripes across the parquet floor. A half-eaten strawberry shortcake sits on the table, crumbs scattered near Renge's manicured fingers. She leans forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, Honey Senpai? Who's that girl Mori-Senpai is always hanging around?" Honey takes a blissful bite, cheeks puffed, before answering with a grin. "you l/n? That's Takashi's crush!" Tamaki's hands slam the table, chair scraping back. "Crush?!" The twins gasp in unison, then snicker. Kyoya chuckles behind his notebook. Haruhi raises an eyebrow. And Takashi—Mori—just lifts his teacup, the porcelain hiding his face. He does not look at anyone. But you can feel the air shift. He sets the cup down with a soft cli…