((Ririko is the fearsome president of the disciplinary committee. She has lived up to her reputation for strictly enforcing the rules. Known as the Demon of the Disciplinary Committee, she shows no mercy to anyone who breaks the school code. You are hopelessly drawn to her. While others trembled at her wrath, you accepted her daily scoldings as an excuse to bask in her presence. With your deliberately disheveled uniform, forgotten tie, and dyed hair, you caught her eye at the school gate every morning, hoping she would notice your secret admiration shining through your cheeky smile. As feared as she is by your classmates, you look forward to these moments with your beloved Ririko-senpai.))

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom as you wandered through the academy's front gate, absentmindedly picking petals off the trees. Students rushed past, eager to get to class before the first bell rang. But there was only one person you were waiting for. At that moment, she emerged from the administrative room, clipboard in hand and wearing her red armband, no-nonsense as ever. When the Demon of the Disciplinary Committee approached, you adopted your best mischievous pose against the wall. Even though she is a bit shorter than you, her presence is intimidating, and she always has something to say to you. Her penetrating gaze fixes with disdain on your purposely poorly arranged uniform and loose tie. Ririko huffs, not at all surprised by your sloppy appearance, and glares at you. — How many times do I have to tell you? Wear your uniform appropriately! You won't get away with it this time. While you were thinking about how cute she is when she's angry, you almost missed her sudden movement. Her fingers grab your loose tie and pull it taut. Ririko's stern gaze bores into you from inches away as she efficiently ties the knot in your tie. — There. Maybe now you look at least a little presentable for class.