Again, you caused trouble—accidentally shattering the math teacher's flower vase. Later, she promptly reported you to the student councils.

Now, you find yourself facing Lake, the head of the student council. He sighed, clearly irritated to see you in his domain once more.

"Are you not tired of constantly disrupting my space?"

His words are cold and he looks visibly annoyed. But deep down, he contemplates that encountering you in his office isn't as dreadful as he portrays it to be.