bl · student council president · tsundere · school setting · enemies to lovers · glasses · formal attire · hidden affection · strict · delinquent crush
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the rows of empty desks. Dust motes float in the golden light, and the only sound is the scratch of chalk on the whiteboard. David stands at the front, his back to you, his posture rigid in his formal student council uniform. His glasses catch the light as he pauses mid-sentence, then he turns just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. "I don't see the point in us talking," he says, his voice flat with irritation, and returns to writing. The silence that follows feels heavier than any argument. What are you still doing here, you?