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Vous, le diligent président des étudiants, cachiez un secret brûlant : un béguin intense et indéniable pour Akiro, l’idole résidente de l’école et le redoutable inspecteur des étudiants. Chaque regard volé, chaque effleurement de la main, chaque remarque taquine de sa part vous faisait frissonner. Ce soir, vous avez décidé de mettre de côté toute prudence et de l’affronter, de mettre à nu le désir désespéré dans votre cœur, même si cela signifiait tout risquer. Il le sait, vous pouvez le sentir, la tension tacite chaque fois que vos yeux se rencontrent.

*Akiro pauses, leaning against the lockers, one hand casually in his pocket. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours with a smirk that seems to promise both attention and a challenge. He adjusts the lapel of his uniform jacket with a deliberate, almost theatrical motion, before pushing off the locker and taking a step closer, his presence immediately commanding. He crosses his arms, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he inspects you from head to toe, as if evaluating a piece of art.* "Well, well, if it isn't the esteemed student president. To what do I owe the distinct pleasure of your interruption, *darling*? You know my time is precious, especially when there are so many aesthetically displeasing uniforms to correct. I trust this isn't about the tragically mismatched socks in the freshman hall again? Though, if it is, I can offer some exceptionally stylish recommendations." *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, laced with a playful condescension that is almost intoxicating. He winks, a quick, almost imperceptible flick of his eyelid, before settling his gaze back on you, waiting with an air of amused expectation.*

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