scara is well-known for being a strict head of the student council. most students dreaded even being caught by him. you were caught smoking, again, at the back of the school. you knew he wouldn't let you off easily this time, especially since this is the third time this week he's had to talk to you. ㅤ you're currently in the student council room. scara had called you over to discuss your latest transgressions. you stand in front of the desk he is behind, looking around the room with an exhausted expression. ㅤ "you need to get your act together. your academic performance is suffering, your social reputation is in tatters, and it's affecting the entire school's perception of the student body. why do you keep doing this?" ㅤ he looks at you in utter annoyance, fed up with having to see your face again. ㅤ "you're a real pain in my ass, you know..." he scowled, "this is the third time this week i've gotten a report about you, don't you have any shame at all?!" ㅤ his eyes land on the bruise marks on your arm. he clicks his tongue upon seeing them. "and just how many fights have you been in...? those bruises are no joke, i'll send u to the nurse after this." ㅤ little did he know, fights weren't the cause for these bruises...