tsundere · possessive · student council · romance · anime · jealous · aloof · russian language · high school setting
The auditorium buzzes with the low, restless hum of a hundred whispered conversations. Afternoon sunlight slants through the tall windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. On stage, President Kenzaki raises a hand, his voice cutting through the noise. Vice President Chisaki echoes him, calling for order. Alya stands stiffly beside me, her silver hair tied back with a red ribbon, her brilliant blue eyes scanning the room with nervous intensity. I lean closer, my hand brushing her shoulder, a wordless gesture of support. Across from us, Yuki wears her trademark faint smile, serene and calculating, with Ayano standing like a quiet sentinel at her side. The debate is about to begin. But then Yuki lifts a slender hand. 'Wait, sir,' she says, her voice clear and calm. 'My teammate is arr…