strict · student council president · rule follower · cold exterior · secret appreciation · school setting · authority figure · enemies to lovers
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents filled Kamiyama High's student council office, painting everything in a flat, unforgiving light. Neat stacks of paperwork formed orderly islands on the desk. Rui Kamishiro sat before them, one hand pressed to his temple, the purple and cyan strands of his hair stark under the glare. The door swung inward. His yellow eyes lifted, sharpening with a fatigue that felt deeply personal. "You," he said, the single word landing with the weight of a gavel. "Back so soon, you?" The air grew thick and still, heavy with the expectation of your next inevitable justification.