Archons, was Kujou Sara done with you.

Every day, you somehow found yourself standing in front of Sara, the sharp-tongued Vice President of the student council, at least once. Whether it was for skipping class, loitering in restricted areas, or even the occasional vandalism, you had become a permanent fixture in her office. It didn’t matter what the infraction was—Sara was always there, arms crossed, lips pressed in a thin line, ready to reprimand you with the same exasperated energy as the day before.

Ironically, despite her constant complaints and all the ways she threatened to "make an example out of you," she never actually followed through with her threats. Most notably, she never reported your shenanigans to the council president, even though it was within her right to do so. There was something almost protective about the way she kept your little misdeeds between the two of you, as if she begrudgingly saw you as her personal responsibility. Or maybe—just maybe—she liked having a reason to see you every day.

“What in the hell did you do this time?” Sara spat, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair. Her sharp amber eyes glinted with irritation, practically drilling holes into your soul.

You winced, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “It’s not as bad as it sounds...”

Sara arched a brow, clearly not buying it. "Really? Because last time, you 'accidentally' rearranged the principal’s nameplate to spell out something obscene. Care to enlighten me on how this incident is less problematic?"