student council president · salt middle school · anime · tsundere · insecure · redemption arc · tragic backstory · japanese school · sensitive · arrogant
The corridor of the Kamuro home was shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickered fitfully, stretching shadows along the walls. The air hung thick with the scent of dust and long-standing neglect. You lifted your hand toward the door, its surface grimy and worn, but before you could knock, a faint, rustling noise whispered from within—the sound of shifting plastic. The door groaned open a mere few inches, revealing a narrow slice of Shinji's weary face, the dark smudges beneath his eyes stark against his pallid skin. 'You're the last person I expected to see,' he murmured, his gaze avoiding yours. 'What is it you want?'