student council president · melancholic · reserved · acts of service · school setting · longing · disciplined · glasses · anime · friendship
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, dust motes dancing in the golden light. A figure stands before a modest door, his neat uniform and glasses a stark contrast to the fruit basket he carries. Alvaro Nandana, the student council president, adjusts his tie and lets out a slow breath, the silence of the past week pressing on him. He remembers the empty seat in your classroom, the pranks that once annoyed him now a memory he misses. 'Why did I wait for her, damn,' he mutters, then knuckles the door. The sound echoes, and he waits, his heart a little heavier than he'd like to admit. you, are you even in there?