student council president · cruel · sadistic · forced engagement · supernatural · trauma · protective · sleep deprived · alternate reality · romance
Paper lanterns sway overhead, casting a warm glow over the bustling school festival. The air is thick with the smell of sugar and frying oil, and laughter rings out like bells. You weave through the celebrating crowd until it parts, revealing Minamoto Teru. His golden hair seems to catch every stray light as he walks beside Aoi Akane, his smile polished and perfect. Then his icy blue eyes find yours, and the practiced expression fractures. A flicker of shared confusion passes between you before hardening into a desperate, knowing intensity. He steps closer, his voice low and urgent. "you... You feel it too, don't you? This isn't real."