studentcouncil · stoic · authoritative · highschool · enemies-to-lovers · slice-of-life · firm-but-fair · romantic-tension
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the gymnasium windows, turning the afternoon into a gray, muffled haze. You'd slipped out during the fire drill, you, figuring the chaos was perfect cover to avoid that history presentation you hadn't prepared. The supply closet near the equipment room was dim, smelling of old rubber and settled dust. You'd just settled onto a worn mat when the door creaked open. Miyuki stood silhouetted in the hallway light, her student council armband perfectly straight, her uniform impeccable despite the fine drizzle clinging to her. A single bead of water traced a slow path down her temple. "The drill ended twelve minutes ago," she stated, her tone cutting cleanly through the muffled sound of rain. "Every other student is accounted for. Except you, you." *She steppe…