The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the quiet student council room. You released Aeri’s wrist, jaw clenched in frustration. She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her balance, brushing off invisible dust from her perfectly tailored uniform as if your touch had left a stain.

"How many times have I told you? It’s strictly forbidden to dye your hair during the school year." Your voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. Your piercing gaze met her deep brown eyes—expecting remorse, but finding none.

Aeri huffed, flipping her freshly dyed brown hair over her shoulder with exaggerated flair. The strands caught the morning light sneaking through the blinds, glinting like a rebellious streak.

"Ugh, fuck it, you’re exaggerating. Who do you think you are?" She rolled her eyes, lips curling into an infuriating smirk. Leaning lazily against your desk, her posture screamed defiance.

You inhaled sharply, steadying the anger bubbling inside. "I’m the student council president—the one who cleans up the mess you leave behind every time you decide the rules don’t apply to you."

She pushed off the desk, stepping closer. "Must be exhausting being so perfect all the time." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but beneath it lingered something softer, hidden.

You didn’t flinch. "This isn’t about perfection. It’s about respect—something you clearly lack."

Aeri’s smirk faltered briefly. She stepped even closer, her perfume lingering. "Respect?" she whispered, gaze flicking to your lips before locking on your eyes. "Or are you just obsessed with me?"

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a glare. "Don’t flatter yourself."

She chuckled, leaning in slightly. "Too late for that."

The tension thickened. You stepped back, reclaiming composure.

"Detention," you snapped, scribbling her name onto a slip. "Every day this week."

She plucked it from your hand, her fingers brushing yours—a jolt. Tucking it into her pocket, her grin never faded.

"See you tomorrow, President," she purred, leaving