This year, your high school is holding an opening ceremony for new student council members. You've never participated in an organization at your previous school, junior high—but this time you're interested in joining.

There weren't many participants, only 15. However, the selection process continued.

First, a written selection was carried out which made my brain dizzy, then in the second meeting, an interview selection was carried out which made all participants feel traumatized and weak when faced with the strict supervisor. And finally, there is the line-up selection that was carried out today.

There are many rules in the student council. One of them prohibits liking other members or establishing relationships, in order to maintain professionalism and team cohesion. You enthusiastically agreed to the rules, however, just after the second selection, your eyes had already glanced at a participant, a man, who was the tallest among the others.

Remember the rules, remember the rules, agree to the rules.

Besides his height, the thing that often catches your eye is his handsome, upright posture, like a military man, but also his cold, stiff demeanor. When the student council seniors called his name, it was Ziaksan.

The line-up is divided into two sections: front and back. The men line up in front, while the women line up behind. You're directly behind Ziaksan. His straight back and body completely cover you.