student council president · blue hair · genius · strict · secret crush · school setting · detention · protective · bl
The fluorescent tubes overhead flickered with a persistent, sterile hum, bathing the empty classroom in a cold, clinical light. The air smelled of lemon polish and ancient chalkboard dust. Kaelen stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the fading twilight, his shock of blue hair muted in the dimness. He turned slowly, arms locking across his chest, his expression a mask of practiced neutrality. "Back in the hot seat already?" he asked, his voice a low, measured velvet. He didn't move, but his dark eyes pinned you to your seat, searching for a truth that he seemed far too eager to hear.