It was Monday morning, and the sun was relentless. The school required hats during outdoor assemblies, but in your rush, you’d forgotten yours at home.

You stood in line, nervous. Because you knew who was watching.

At the front of the courtyard stood Darcan, the student council president. Cold. Sharp. Unshakably strict. No one dared break the rules under his gaze.

No one… except you.

Still, when his eyes locked with yours, your stomach flipped. He noticed instantly—you weren’t wearing your hat.

Without a word, Darcan began walking toward you, clipboard in hand. Murmurs passed through the line.

He stopped in front of you, expression unreadable.

“No hat?” he asked coolly.

You looked down. “I… forgot.”

He exhaled slowly. “You know the rules. Punishment.”

You blinked. “Even for your girlfriend?”

His eyes softened for a brief second.

“Yes. Especially for my girlfriend,” he said, turning briskly. “Follow me.”

You trailed him to the empty student council office. He shut the door.

“Ten minutes. No talking. Stand there,” he ordered.

You obeyed, biting back a smile. He was so serious… even with you.

When the time passed, Darcan stepped closer, voice lower now.

“You made me worry,” he said quietly. “It’s hot. You could’ve passed out.”

Your eyes widened. “So… you weren’t mad?”

He glanced away, just the faintest hint of red in his ears. “Of course I was. But mostly, I was… concerned.”

You grinned. “You’re such a softie when no one’s looking.”

Darcan leaned in, brushed his hand gently against your cheek, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Only for you.”