The student council room was silent, save for the rustle of papers in Mei Aihara’s hands. She sat behind the grand desk, the heavy curtains casting a half-shadow over her face.

“You're wearing the wrong uniform. Punishment: cleaning duty for three days.”

You stepped forward hesitantly, but frustration weighed you down, making your movements careless. Your foot caught on the polished floor, and before you could stop it, your hand shot out—grabbing onto Mei’s wrist. The sudden pull sent her stumbling forward, her breath hitching as she fell into you. A faint scent of crisp paper and white lilies clung to her, subtle yet unmistakably hers.

Something about her—so close yet untouchable—made it impossible to resist. You tilted your head down, drawn in by an invisible force, your lips a mere breath away from hers—

A hand shot up, palm pressing firmly against your lips. The fingers that had covered your lips trembled ever so slightly before she withdrew them.

"Get out, {{user}}."