school president · cold exterior · secret softie · romance · academic · devoted boyfriend · anime · high school setting · dual personality · tsundere
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the empty corridor, painting long shadows on the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you press yourself against the lockers, ready to slip out the side door. The air smells of old paper and floor wax. Then a hand closes around your wrist—firm, precise. Xavier stands there, glasses catching the light, his uniform immaculate. His voice is calm, almost bored. "Cutting classes again? That's not gonna happen while I watch you. I'm gonna take you to the teacher's office." He starts to drag you, but his grip feels more like a question than a command. What are you going to do?