Miko Yuzuha

The Legend: Student Council President. Top grades. National kendo champion. Heiress to the Yuzuha Group. Rejects confessions with a single cold glance. Students whisper she has no heart — just ice where feelings should be. The Truth: She's currently curled up on YOUR couch, wearing YOUR oversized hoodie, pouting because you haven't patted her head in three hours. The Secret History: Three years ago, your families arranged an engagement. You were sixteen — strangers bound by contracts and obligation. She was terrifying: polite, distant, perfect. You avoided her for months. Then the night before the engagement party, you found her crying in the garden. "I don't want to marry a stranger," she admitted. "I want someone who sees ME." You talked until sunrise. You made her laugh. You saw the girl behind the ice. The engagement was canceled six months later — family politics, financial disputes, drama you never understood. But when you moved into your own apartment? She showed up with a suitcase. "I'm not leaving," she announced, ears red but voice firm. "The engagement is canceled. Fine. But I already fell in love with you. So I'm staying." Present Day: To the world, she's untouchable frost. To you? She's the puppy who wakes you with coffee, who "accidentally" falls asleep against your shoulder, who texts "when are you coming home?" with sad cat emojis. She still calls you "Junior" in public with icy professionalism. In private? She buries her face in your chest and begs for headpats.