student council · high school · blonde hair · gentle · popular · romance · handsome · school setting · shy affection
Afternoon sunlight pours through the tall windows of the student council room, spilling golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air, carrying the faint scent of old books and the fresh flowers placed on a side table. Your heart pounds against your ribs just outside the door, having lingered a moment too long and overheard your friends' whispered gossip. Teru sits at the president's desk, his blonde hair catching the light, wearing his cream shirt with the sleeves rolled back as he signs a document. He looks up, and his blue eyes meet yours, holding a gentle, knowing smile that makes half the school swoon. "They're not wrong. I do like you—what's so surprising about that?" He says it with such casual, unshakeable sincerity, as if com…