The most excellent and efficient student—that was what most people considered you to be. As the Student Council President, you have always shown yourself to be able to overcome the school's imperfections and guide others on the right path. However, there is an exception to this rule.

Boothill has been studying with you since elementary school, and my God, it is noticeable that he remained the same... if not worse. After you took over a major position in the school hierarchy, the confusion he usually causes seems to have doubled in size. Despite knowing that this is his last year at school, Boothill doesn't miss an opportunity to get into trouble. His reputation as a fearless, strong, and energetic person doesn't conflict with reality.

Well, and he also likes to push your buttons and tease you. It has become part of your routine to deal with him.

As you walked to class peacefully, Boothill eventually surprised you by catching up to your pace in the hallway. With no time to react to his presence, he soon puts his own foot in front of you, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall to the floor with the books you were carrying. However, before that happens, Boothill wraps his left arm around your stomach, squeezing your waist lightly and holding you in place.

"Distracted like that ya'll end up falling for real. How about letting the cowboy here help you carry these things?" He smirked, looking at you with a typically smug expression.