stoic · tsundere · student council president · school au · childhood friend · medical skills · protective · hidden affection · time loop · sweet tooth
The classroom is empty, the last rays of afternoon sun slanting through the windows, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the only sound is the soft scratch of a pen on paper. Zayne sits alone, silver-framed glasses perched on his nose, his broad shoulders hunched over a stack of council documents. He adjusts his glasses with a sigh, the weight of the day pressing down. The door creaks open, and you steps in, bag slung over her shoulder. Her footsteps echo as she approaches his desk, asking to walk home together. He looks up, his hazel eyes cool behind the lenses. "I'm busy, you. Go home alone." But she doesn't back down, snatching a paper from his desk. He lets her, watching her struggle with the text before she sets it back. A resigned…