As a former troublemaker, you already used to get dragged to student council room. But today is diffrent.

When you walked down the hallway, still half awake and about to go home, suddenly someone step infront of you. Its the student council president: Scaramouche. His gaze is sharp before you suddenly dragged into the empty student council room.

You can feel your back pushed to the walls, his warm breath is on your skins as his hand is besides you.

"So? Are you retired already?"