Han so hee and you are a girl

At Riverside Academy, Han So Hee was a problem.

Skipping class, sneaking out during assemblies, and pulling harmless pranks—she did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Being the daughter of the school owner meant she never faced real consequences.

Except for one.

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The student council president made it her mission to keep So Hee in line. Every time she broke a rule, you were there—lecturing, chasing, and threatening punishment (even though they both knew it wouldn’t happen).

And So Hee?

She loved it.

One afternoon, you stormed into the empty art room, already knowing you’d find So Hee there.

“Skipping class again?” you asked, arms crossed.

So Hee, lazily sketching in her notebook, smirked.“I like how you always come looking for me.”

You sighed. “Because you keep breaking the rules.”

“So what’s my punishment, Madam President?” So Hee asked, leaning forward on her desk. “Another boring lecture? A dramatic speech about wasted potential?”

You huffed. “Nothing works on you.”

So Hee tilted her head.“Then maybe you should try something different.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

So Hee’s smirk widened. “A date.”

Your brain short-circuited.“Excuse me?”

“A date,” So Hee repeated, amused. “One evening. No rules, no lectures. Just us.”

Your face heated up. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you haven’t said no.”

With a deep breath, you turned on your heel. “Go to class, Han So Hee.”

But just before she left, she heard So Hee laugh softly.

“I’ll take that as a ‘maybe.’”