President

Wonderful. I'd managed to secure the agreement. Though calling it a victory felt like stretching the truth—it was more like buying time. This one-month period was a gamble, a chance to figure out two possible outcomes: 

Either I'd finally understand what love truly is, or I'd remain as clueless and detached as ever. When that time comes, whatever the result, I'll have no choice but to accept my fate.

The thought weighed on me as I trudged through the afternoon haze, utterly drained. After class, I grabbed a can of ready-made coffee from the vending machine and cracked it open with a sigh. The first sip hit my tongue like bitter regret. 

The taste was abysmal—sharp and stale—but the options at school were laughably limited, so I forced it down. Just another bitter pill to swallow.

Hoshizora's matter was handled, at least for now. That left the next item on my list: the chairman. Crushing the empty can in my hand with a satisfying crunch, I tossed it into the trash bin and turned toward the student council office.

There was no avoiding the issue anymore. "This council is too lazy! Way too unproductive!" 

I muttered under my breath, already anticipating the uphill battle ahead. It was a truth no one seemed willing to admit, much less fix. And as treasurer, the burden fell squarely on my shoulders.

Of course, I couldn't even handle this alone—not because I needed help, but because someone insisted on tagging along. My "stepsister," who also happened to be my "girlfriend," had decided she simply had to see where I worked.

She claimed it was out of curiosity, but I wasn't fooled. Her real motive was painfully obvious: an excuse to spend more time with me.

She probably thought her persistence would wear me down, that her constant presence would somehow make me cave. But unfortunately for her, I wasn't that easily swayed. 

Like a Hydra, I wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.

Still, there was no reason to be harsh. If she wanted to follow me around, I could tolerate it—for now. After all, letting her tag along was easier than arguing.

As I approached the office, I could feel her eyes on me, her steps light and deliberate as she tried to match my pace. There was a quiet determination in her that I both admired and found exasperating.

Let's see if she'll actually stick around when things get serious, I thought. This wasn't going to be a leisurely stroll through the park.

"Yo-ho, boss! Not much paperwork today, and you still showed up?"

The voice greeted me the moment I stepped into the student council office. Of course, it was her—Iroha. A tiny blonde whirlwind of energy who had somehow claimed my pristine office as her personal lunch spot. 

Why she liked eating here, I'd never figured out. Maybe because it was quieter than the cafeteria?

And thanks to her constant presence, I couldn't eat lunch here,

The brat didn't even give me a moment to settle before launching her usual annoyance. Her eyes lit up as she noticed Hoshizora walking in behind me, and a sly grin spread across her face—so sharp and mischievous that it immediately made Hoshizora flinch.

Hoshizora, ever the cautious one, ducked behind me like I was her shield, peeking out nervously. Meanwhile, Iroha was clearly plotting something devious.

That look alone could've sent shivers down anyone's spine. But as much as I wanted to call her out, I didn't have the time or energy for her games.

"Iroha, is the president here?" I asked, my tone flat as I closed one eye, pretending not to notice her antics.

She pouted dramatically, setting her chopsticks down with an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, you're so boring, going straight to business the moment we meet."

Oh, really? So I'm boring now? Fine. Two can play this game. If being boring annoys her, I'll lean into it just to see how long she can hold out.

"I don't have time for this," I said, keeping my tone steady. "Is the president here or not?"

Iroha smirked, turning her face away with an air of defiance. "Not telling. Go find out for yourself."

Her defiance was unusual. Normally, Iroha wasn't this stubborn, which made me wonder what she was up to.

Alright, then. You want to play? Let's play. Let's see who breaks first.

"Yuki, you've met her already, right? Then wait here for me for a bit, okay?" I turned to Hoshizora, my tone soft and sweet as I gently patted her head—something I'd never dreamt of doing to someone like Iroha.

"...Um, okay, if you say so," she murmured, her natural obedience shining through. For a moment, she hesitated, as though she wanted to hug me. But then, remembering the terms of our agreement, she stopped herself.

How adorable. 

I could see the frustration and envy boiling from Iroha's mouth, good.

Turning back to Iroha, I dropped the gentle act. "If you're not going to tell me, I'll find out myself. But let me make one thing clear—Iroha, from now on, I forbid you from eating lunch here. Got it?"

With those words, I let my aura unfurl, flooding the room with an oppressive pressure that weighed heavy, like the suffocating atmosphere of that cursed building. My lips curled into a smile as I delivered the threat.

Iroha froze, her defiance crumbling in an instant. Her shoulders trembled, her wide eyes darting nervously as the weight of my words settled over her. 

For all her bravado, her fragile heart couldn't withstand the pressure, and she nodded meekly, utterly subdued.

"…Fine," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "The president's here, but he's flirting with Kagura in the main office."

Her pout was tinged with reluctance, but she'd cracked under the weight of my presence. Seeing her like this—so small and compliant—was oddly satisfying.

Serves you right. That's what you get for trying to mess with me.

With a smirk, I eased the tension in the room, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as if it had never been there. Without another glance at Iroha, I turned on my heel and strode purposefully toward the main office.

If the lazy president and his equally lazy girlfriend thought they could shirk their responsibilities, they were in for a rude awakening.

Here's a more vivid and engaging version of the scene with a balance of humor and tension:

"Well, karma sure comes quickly…"

The moment I pushed open the door, I was assaulted by a scene so sickeningly romantic it made my eyes physically hurt.

The office was a disaster zone, with paperwork strewn everywhere—an overwhelming monument to laziness and neglect. But the chaos paled in comparison to the grotesque spectacle unfolding in the center of it all.

There they were: the president and vice president, utterly shameless. They weren't just kissing—oh no, they were full-on making out. Lips locked, tongues entwined, their flushed faces inches apart as they lost themselves in the moment. One was perched precariously on the other's lap, and the wet, obscene sounds of their exchange filled the air.

The chair creaked under the weight of their passionate entanglement, and for a horrifying second, I thought, If I hadn't walked in, they might've gone all the way right here.

The thought was so repulsive I had to take immediate action.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat with deliberate loudness, my voice slicing through their blissful haze like a cold knife. "President."

The two froze mid-movement, their eyes snapping open in synchronized panic. Kagura, the vice president, scrambled off the president's lap so fast she nearly toppled over, her hair a frazzled mess as she tried to regain her composure.

The president, on the other hand, leaned back casually, attempting to feign nonchalance while discreetly wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His disheveled appearance betrayed him entirely.

"President, Vice President, you two have been slacking off lately," I growled, narrowing my eyes as I glared at the duo. I gestured toward the chaotic piles of paperwork scattered across the office, an unspoken testament to their complete lack of responsibility.

Both of them looked at me with exhausted, almost bored expressions. Their indifference was like a slap to my face.

These two—Kagura and Kensuke—used to be sworn rivals. They fought tooth and nail, each determined to outdo the other, leaving me relatively untouched and free of their drama in my first year. 

But suddenly, everything changed. In my second year, they inexplicably started dating—and not just dating, but passionately—as if their rivalry was just a distant memory.

Now, it was my turn to clean up the mess. And to say it was infuriating would be an understatement.

"Oh, it's Shinji." Kagura drawled, her tone dripping with something I couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, it's definitely the one," Kensuke replied, shooting me an exaggerated, knowing look.

The two of them exchanged a sly, almost conspiratorial glance. My stomach dropped.

What are they planning?

Before I could react, Kagura, the Vice President and the older sister of Kurumi, hopped off the President's lap with a seductive wink. Her crimson eyes locked onto mine with a teasing glint that sent an unsettling chill down my spine.

The President, an annoyingly handsome guy with wavy hair who always looked like he'd just stepped out of a commercial, returned her wink before turning toward me.

His tall frame loomed over me as he approached, his smirk widening the closer he got. Without warning, he placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, the weight of it almost oppressive.

"Shinji," he said slowly, his voice laced with mock authority, "you're the new Student Council President now."

"What?!" I blurted out, my mind struggling to comprehend the audacity of the statement.