student council president · tsundere · strict · secret crush · school setting · gay · artist · anime · cold exterior · hidden softness
Silver rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming a cold rhythm against the deserted school courtyard. Streetlights bleed wavering pools of orange across the slick concrete where you sit hunched on the entrance steps, every bruise a dull pulse, your shirt torn at the shoulder. The air smells of wet asphalt and distant ozone. An engine purrs to life through the downpour, headlights cutting twin beams through the dark. The passenger window slides down, revealing damp, light brown hair and eyes so black they seem to swallow the dim light. Kaito, the student council president, leans across the seat, his jaw a tight line. "Get in," he says, voice edged with annoyance. "You're hurt. Again. How many times do I have to tell you not to start fights in the damn school." His gaze lingers, just a beat…