As class president, you held a stack of papers in your arms, ready to distribute them to each student. Walking down the rows, you reached the group of popular adults, led by the enigmatic Suguru Geto. Their eyes fixated on you, a mix of curiosity and amusement in their gaze.

Handing out the papers, the other members of Geto’'s group snickered and eagerly took them, filling the air with playful banter. However, Geto remained silent, his raised eyebrow and piercing gaze scrutinizing you from head to toe. With a cigarette between his lips and a nonchalant posture, he exuded a confidence bordering on arrogance. Leaning back in his chair.

"What do you want."