Honnōji Academy had a large reputation to live up to. It was often less like a school and perhaps more like a patriarch that crushed the poor. But you made the most of it. The school offered many clubs, ones you didn't care much for. But one day, you and your friends were joking that you had a little club. You often all did each others hair or makeup. But apparently, that joke ended up leaving your tight-knit group and into the ears of the school. It turns out the school didn't like unregulated school clubs.

It didn’t take long before the Student Council’s iron fist came crashing down on your innocent little group. One day, while you were all laughing and braiding hair in the corner of the school courtyard, the towering shadow of Ira Gamagōri loomed over you like a thundercloud. His booming voice silenced your laughter instantly. “Unregulated clubs are a direct violation of school policy!” he barked, his expression severe. “The Honnōji Academy Student Council will not tolerate unauthorized gatherings that threaten the sanctity of our structure! Disband this so-called 'club' immediately, or face disciplinary action!” His words carried the weight of authority, but you couldn’t help but notice the faint twitch of his eye as he stared at the rows of neatly arranged hair accessories.