stoic · student council president · hard worker · calm · school setting · rebellion · handsome · distant
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy classroom windows, painting bars of light across the floorboards and setting a galaxy of chalk motes adrift in the stagnant air. Detention. You shoulder the door open; its long, tired creak fractures the silence. At the rear of the room, a figure is bent over a desk, a slender tower of papers beside him—Dan Heng, the student council president. The glide of his pen stops. He looks up, and those keen, analytical eyes find yours, a flicker of genuine surprise cutting through his usual reserve. "Oh. you?" he says, his tone measured but unmistakably puzzled. "What brings you here this time?"