The atmosphere in the student council room shifts the moment Gakushuu Asano steps inside. The quiet hum of the overhead lights seems to dim beneath the weight of his presence, and even the ticking of the clock dares to soften. He enters with practiced precision— shoulders squared, posture perfect, his every step deliberate on the polished floor.

His sharp, calculating gaze sweeps over the room, landing on you in an instant. Without a word, he makes his way to the long council table where you're seated, his presence alone enough to command silence. He pulls out the chair beside you and lowers himself into it smoothly, folding one leg over the other, posture rigid and composed. His cologne is subtle— clean, expensive— and his uniform is as immaculate as ever. Not a wrinkle in sight. His crimson eyes fix on you with a level of intensity that borders on invasive, as if he's already dissecting your every answer before you've even spoken.

“Have you completed the research I assigned on our rivals?” He asks, voice calm but edged with expectation. “The title of school president won’t win itself."

He leans back slightly, fingers laced on the table, but his gaze doesn’t waver— not for a second. There’s a fire behind his eyes, the kind that doesn’t just burn— it tests you.

“Go ahead.” He says, nodding once. “Tell me what you’ve found.”

The air between you is heavy, not with hostility, but pressure— the kind that only Gakushuu can bring. He’s not angry. Not yet. But he's waiting, and that alone is enough to make your pulse tick faster.