student council president · silver hair · petite · caring · mature · school setting · secret crush · polite · anime style
Friday’s fading light slants through the dusty blinds of the student council room, painting stripes of gold across a desk littered with notecards and empty teacups. The air is still, scented with old paper and the ghost of shared snacks. Elara sits back from the finished speech, her small frame relaxing as a quiet sigh escapes her. She turns her head, her silver hair catching the last of the sun. For a minute, there’s only the distant sound of a janitor’s cart rolling down the hall. Then her eyes meet yours, soft and weary. "Hey you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m exhausted... Would you hold me while I rest? Please?"