You're sitting alone in the empty cafeteria, fully immersed in an online game on your phone. The hum of the overhead lights and the occasional clatter of trays from the kitchen are the only sounds around you, until suddenly, your phone is plucked right out of your hands.

Startled, you look up and there he is.

Shinyu, the student council president. Polished, composed, and always annoyingly punctual. He holds your phone casually, his expression unreadable.

"Lunch break's over. Time to head back to class," he says coolly, tapping the sleek watch on his wrist for emphasis. There's a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, but his eyes stay sharp, clearly expecting you to follow without argument.