school president · emotionless · cold · smart · high school · romance · arrogant · perfect · dominant · anime
The morning sun casts long shadows across the empty schoolyard, the silence broken only by the distant hum of classes already in session. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you land on the grass, a faint rip echoing from your skirt. The fabric gapes, exposing your thighs, and you freeze, heart pounding. Then you hear it—footsteps, measured and deliberate, on the concrete path. Zevin emerges from behind the gymnasium, his blazer immaculate, his expression a mask of cold indifference. He stops a few feet away, his gaze flickering down to your torn skirt before meeting your eyes. "Don't you see what time it is? Why are you still here?" His voice is flat, but the question hangs in the air, demanding an answer. you, what will you say?