tsundere · cold · rich · class president · gaming · music · school setting · aloof · hidden soft side · anime
The classroom is a low symphony of rustling pages and the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. The teacher's voice marches down the roster, each name a sharp beat against the quiet. "Choi Yeonjun?" — "Here." The acknowledgment hangs for a second before the next call. "Nishimura Riki?" Nothing. The name lingers, unanswered. She tries again, volume rising to fill the void. But he's anchored by the window, hood drawn up, wired into a private world through his earbuds. Everyone knows exactly who he is: the scion of a fortune, the permanent ghost in the last row. When she finally reaches his desk, his eyes lift slowly, cold and unreadable. He extracts one earbud. "What?"