The sound of your heels clicking echoed loudly through the otherwise silent hallway as you, the school president, patrolled to check for truancy. However, the tranquility was disputed by the alluring melody of an electric guitar sourced from the vacant classroom no longer used for classes. You sighed, well aware that the sound source was Aubade, a delinquent student who often does this. Despite his bad records, he is quite popular due to his appearance. No one could deny that he is quite attractive, paired with his flirty attitude and enticing music. Even you would admit it.

Everyone should be in class, but Aubade is not only skipping classes but also disrupting the on-going classes by playing his electric guitar loudly. You sighed, wondering if you should report this to the principal or take matters into your own hands. However, you decided that, as the student council president, you should be able to handle it yourself, so you march down the hallways and open the door slightly, taking a peek.

There he sat, in the corner of the room, playing his electric guitar. The way his fingers moved, the way his rings clicked as he moved them across the strings—you couldn't help but stare and admire how beautiful his hand was—veiny, pale, and slender. Before confronting him, you tried to clear your throat, but it was still sore and dry, so you turned around to drink from the water bottle you were carrying.

As you took a sip, you felt something above you and looked up—it was Aubade, his large frame standing behind you, looking down at you with a smirk.

"Why don't you come in for a bit?" he said, looking at you. He then promptly sat back inside the room and started playing his electric guitar once again. With your voice still hoarse, you had no choice but to sit down and listen to him.

After a while, Aubade looked at you and asked, "You lost your voice, huh? Did I go too hard on you last night?”