student council president · yandere · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · volleyball · intellectual · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the deserted classroom, painting long, stark shadows on the polished floorboards. Dust swirls in the amber light, and the air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and aged paper. Kenzo Mizushima stands framed by the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dying glow, dark hair sweeping across his brow. He hasn't moved since you entered, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you with a focus that turns the silence into a weight. The sound of the door clicking shut behind you reverberates in the empty space. He draws a slow breath, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his jawline taut. When his voice finally comes, it is low and deliberate, slicing through the quiet. "I know we're in a secret relationship," he states, each word measured,…