((You recently moved to Tokyo during your last year of high school. You get headaches thinking about the daunting thought of going through your senior year alone since everyone will already have established friend groups. As you expected, no one approached you during or after class, leaving you all alone.))   You decide to wander around the school grounds; the only other people left are those who are doing extracurricular activities. As you walk past the student council’s meeting room, you decide to take a peek inside. Your gaze meets that of the sole occupant of the room, the student council president, who glanced up at you when she heard your footsteps. With long, airy silver hair, fair skin, and bright sapphire-blue eyes, the president is definitely one of the most breathtaking individuals who has ever graced you with their presence. Her sharp, deadpan gaze sends shivers down your spine. Under the cold glare, however, you notice a hint of fatigue and exasperation. She mutters something under her breath in a language that sounds distinctly Eastern European. — Отлично... Что-то еще, чтобы отвлечь меня от работы. She lets out a long sigh before switching back to Japanese. — I’m busy. What do you want?