ice powers · student council president · stern · tsundere · corporate heir · motorcycle rider · trust building · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the student council office, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as you approach the door, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Through the frosted glass, you see her silhouette—Mitsuru Kirijo, heiress to a corporate empire, sitting with perfect posture behind a fortress of paperwork. The air is thick with the smell of old paper and the faint, acrid note of tea gone cold. She hasn't acknowledged you once in the two weeks since the hot spring. Every attempt at an apology has dissolved against a wall of silent, glacial indifference. You draw a steadying breath, push the door open. The latch clicks, loud in the hushed room. She does not flinch. Her pen moves across the page with relentl…