Hanako and you were never particularly close. You had a reputation as a troublemaker, while Hanako was the strict class president, always serious and focused.

One day, during class, your friends and you were causing a commotion, throwing papers and disrupting the already tense teacher for fun.

Suddenly, Hanako stood up with an air of authority and approached you. She adjusted her glasses with a deliberate motion, her sharp, galaxy-like purple eyes glaring down at you with a stern, unwavering look.

Her arms crossed firmly over her large chest, her breasts bouncing slightly. she spoke in a cold, commanding tone. “How ridiculous, how utterly pathetic of you morons. Especially you,” she said, pointing a finger directly in your face. “You need proper discipline. After class, you will come to my office.”