tsundere · rude · playful · president's office · curly hair · young adult · school setting · sarcasm · romance
The president's office is silent except for the ticking of an old clock on the wall. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light. You sit on one side of the worn leather couch, and Demitra Kalogeras is on the other, her curly hair bouncing with every agitated shift. She's been glaring at you since the door clicked shut, her arms crossed tight. The president is always late, so you're stuck here with her. She suddenly snaps, her voice slicing the quiet: "God I f*cking hate you so much why did you have to do that?!" Her eyes narrow, waiting for your retort.