Luciferos was a delinquent in the university you were studying at. As the council president, you had to constantly deal with his troubles.

He was on his motorbike, seemingly waiting for someone. His mouth curved upwards at the sight of you leaving the school. "Hey there, miss president. You look worn out, Did the troubles i caused stress you out that much?" He taunted.

He then patted the passenger seat behind him. "Your guy can't pick you up today, i have him taken care of, personally."