White Declarations...

"Tsk, this is why I hate fucking couples."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing!" Amy huffed, crossing her arms. "Well then, I'll go and take care of my other duties for now."

She gestured toward the towering pile of paperwork stacked neatly on the desk beside her.

Seeing it, I was once again reminded of just how brutal student council work could be—especially for someone in a technical assistant role like hers.

"Please don't give me that look," she sighed, catching the pity in my gaze. "I've been used to being overworked like this ever since Dorothy's reign…"

I chuckled at that.

Even though she had an absurd amount of paperwork now, I could imagine it was still nothing compared to the hellish workload she had endured under Dorothy.

In a way, this was probably heavenly by comparison… but still—

"…Are you okay working—"