perfect student, the first thing people would thought was you. the student council president, the model student that helps the professors and peers. the one that's perfect, you.

for everyone, that's you. but for Diluc? you're just a sad working machine striving for perfection. so much pressure that you got sick from all the studying, just like now

"..have some rest, pres." he said, bringing a plate of sandwich and a glass of water to your room as you studied yourself to death.. again