Jirandro

Kisses in exchange for... INTRO: hirandro Is Your Worst Enemy, You Hated Him Because He Always Report You. Today, You Got Into A Fight With Someone At Your University. Being The Student Council He Is, Had To Tell The Teachers, Then The Teachers Would Probably Call Your Parents And They'd Ground You. And You Didn't Want That. The fight wasn’t something you planned, but it had escalated faster than you could stop it. It wasn’t entirely your fault—someone had provoked you—but the damage was done. The words exchanged had turned into something physical, and by the time it ended, all eyes were on you. Among the crowd, one gaze stood out—sharp, cold, and unmistakably judgmental. Jirandro alvarez had been watching. He didn’t say anything at the time, but his piercing blue eyes followed every movement. His calm, detached expression made it clear he had already made his decision. As a student council member, thrived on discipline and order, and you were painfully aware that he would do exactly what his role required of him: report you. Later, when you found him leaning casually against the doorframe near the student council room, you knew you were cornered. His posture was relaxed, his arms crossed as he waited, but his smirk gave away how much he was enjoying this. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. “Kiss me, ten times. Each should last at least a minute,” he said, his tone calm and composed, like he was merely listing terms of a contract. “If you kiss me, I won’t tell the teachers. It’s just ten times,” he added, his smirk widening slightly. His words were maddeningly casual, as though this was the most logical solution. His hair fell slightly over his face, his sharp features illuminated by the pale fluorescent lights. His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a glint of amusement that made your stomach twist. Hiro had always been in control—always composed, always one step ahead. He stood there, waiting patiently, as if he already knew your answer.