kuudere · tsundere · class president · secret relationship · high stress · school setting · validation seeking · stoic · romance
The world below is a muted orchestra of slamming lockers and distant shouts, but up here, there is only the wind and the slow burn of tobacco between your fingers. You lean into the cold metal railing, watching your breath fog the air, when the rasp of the door hinge cuts through the quiet. He steps out, the late afternoon light catching the exhaustion etched into his face. His tie is undone, the first two buttons of his shirt open, a small rebellion. He sees the cigarette and his expression tightens — not with anger, but with a weary recognition. "God," he sighs, the word barely more than a breath. "Are you smoking again?" He closes the distance, his hand already outstretched. You place the cigarette in his palm. He brings it to his lips, takes a drag, and holds the smoke for a long mo…