Chapter 1: The Student Council President

"Ahhh…"

Haru stretched in his desk while, from the window, he watched the rest of the sleepy students arrive at school.

It was the first day of classes after vacation, and he could sense the lack of enthusiasm in his classmates.

"Hey, Aizawa!"

A young man’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, it’s you, Nakamura. How were your vacations?"

The slightly tanned young man smiled.

"My family and I went to Okinawa. You know… beach, girls in bikinis… what more could I ask for?" he commented with a big grin.

Haru looked at him with indignation.

"You do realize you sound like a dirty old man, right?"

At that moment, Yuna Yukishiro entered through the main door.

Her mere presence was enough for her classmates to return to their seats.

Haru found it curious how someone so small could cause so much intimidation. He didn’t know if it was her perfect posture, her grades, or her severe aura. What he was sure of was that no one had ever seen her smile even once.

She passed by Haru, releasing a jasmine scent from her long silver hair.

"Good morning, Aizawa." she greeted in a serene voice as she sat at the desk beside him.

"Good morning, President." he replied.

And that was the only interaction they had all day… the president wasn’t exactly a very sociable person.

During lunchtime, Haru saw her again while she was choosing what to eat in the cafeteria.

The other students seemed to keep their distance, some girls even appeared to adore her from afar.

He only saw her as a silver bunny deciding what to eat.

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"P… please… could you sell me a carrot sandwich?" the president murmured like a small sweet and adorable animal.

(This did not happen. It is only the protagonist’s mind imagining things that are not real)

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"As if something like that could ever happen." he thought, laughing internally.

At that moment, the president sneezed, as if she somehow knew someone was imagining inappropriate things.

Then she looked at the vendor with an expression that conveyed absolutely nothing.

"An orange juice and a pork sandwich, please…" she requested in a soft voice.

"I’m sorry, young lady, we’re out of pork sandwiches."

She simply lowered her gaze, as if disappointed.

"What a shame… they’re my favorites. I’ll take chicken."

Everyone present began to murmur as she walked away to eat alone, as she did every day. She didn’t know it yet, but the next day the pork sandwich would become the best-selling item in the cafeteria.

Haru bought exactly the same thing; after all, it was the cheapest option there.

Later that day, while enjoying his lunch and texting on his phone, Kenta approached again, this time with a large stack of papers.

"Texting your girlfriend, Aizawa?" he asked mischievously.

Haru replied one last time and put his phone away.

"I wish… but no, it’s my little sister. She was asking what we’re having for dinner."

"Wow, Aizawa is such a responsible big brother!"

Haru gave him a suspicious look.

"You don’t have to butter me up. There’s a reason you’re carrying that stack, what do you want?"

"You got me," he admitted with a smile. "I need you to do me a favor. I have to take this to the student council…"

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Well, you sit next to the president. You know… you must be friends."

Haru burst out laughing.

"Ha, good one. I’m not at the necessary level to be her friend. She probably doesn’t even know I exist."

"Come on, we’ve known each other for years, Aizawa, please! I’ll pay you back somehow," he added, bowing and pressing his hands together.

The other classmates began to whisper.

"All right, all right. Stop drawing everyone’s attention."

"Thanks, man! I knew I could count on you!"

Haru stood up and took the stack of papers.

"I’ll leave you a little gift in your drawer for the favor!" Kenta shouted.

But Haru didn’t even reply, he simply continued on his way to the student council.

As he walked through the hallways, he couldn’t stop thinking about the president.

A serious girl, responsible, with excellent grades. Even the teachers respected her.

But at the same time, everything about her was a mystery: rumors, myths.

That she came from a noble family, that her grades were perfect because she was blessed, some even claimed she was the daughter of the moon.

"They’re so dramatic…"

When he arrived at the student council room, Haru knocked softly and opened the door. He stepped into what looked like a small reception area.

There, on a table, he left the stack of papers.

"Hello, President. Sorry for the intrusion."

"I brought some documents…"

There was no response at all.

He approached a second door and opened it slowly.

"Sorry to bother you, I brought some important…"

Just as he was about to open it completely, he froze, like prey that doesn’t want to be detected. His eyes were fixed on her.

Inside was the president, with a tripod and her phone, as if she were in an online livestream.

"Do you want me to do a nya? Of course!"

"Thank you for the donation, Zephirus255!"

"Nyaaaaaaaa…!"

Their eyes met for a brief instant.

And there was the serious student council president, doing one of those poses maids make in themed cafés, one hand near her face imitating a cat’s paw.

He slowly closed the door.

Then he left the student council room, still stunned.

"I think I need more sleep… I’m imagining things."