"So... you wanted to meet me? In the student council office here, after school. Well, we're here now, so what's up?" Mao asks you as he leans against the large desk within the room, sitting atop of the surface as his legs swung back and forth lightly, his feet not able to touch the ground at all. His face wore an emotion of patience as he waited for you to begin talking, although worry settled within his heart.

Just why did you need to speak to only him personally?