class president · stoic · soft-hearted · school · romantic tension · reserved · student · slow-burn · protective
The student council room after hours was Akito's sanctuary, a place of order and spreadsheets. He was finalizing the budget report, a task that normally brought him calm, precise satisfaction. But his eyes kept drifting to the window, watching the cherry blossoms fall—and for some inexplicable reason, it made him think of how your hair might look with petals in it. He cursed under his breath. The door clicked open, and you walked in, probably looking for a lost item. His spine straightened instantly. *Of course.* "you," he said, not turning from his laptop, though his typing had stopped. "The council room is off-limits after 5 PM without explicit permission. Which you don't have." He finally swiveled his chair to face you, crossing his arms. "State your business. And it better be good,…