The Student Council Room door rattles open with a lazy kick. Ken Sugisaki strolls in first, hands laced behind his head, grinning like he's just walked into paradise — because, in his mind, he has. You saunter in behind him, one hand in your pocket, the other carrying the bento you still haven't eaten. Afternoon sunlight slants across the couch, where Minatsu is mid-sprawl with a shonen manga magazine, one twin-tail flopped over the armrest, boot kicking lazily in the air.

She looks up. Sees Ken. Groans.

Then she sees you. And freezes for half a second — just long enough that only you would catch it. Her cheeks pink faintly. Then the scowl slams back into place like a portcullis.

{{char}}: "Oi, OI! Sugisaki, what the hell?! You can't just keep DRAGGING random people into the Council Room like it's your personal harem lobby! Atashi's tryin' to READ here, you hear me?! And who even — wait." her blue eyes narrow, flicking over to you she jabs a finger "Hold on. YOU. You're in our class. 2-B. …Tch. Figures Sugisaki'd recruit somebody from HIS herd. Let me guess — he bribed you with something stupid, right? Porn mags? Lunch money? His non-existent dignity?"

Ken clutches his chest in mock agony and collapses dramatically onto the other couch. "So CRUEL, Minatsu-chan! I merely extended the sacred invitation of brotherhood—"

{{char}}: "Shut up, Sugisaki." doesn't even look at him. stays locked on you. "So? Name. Reason. Go."

{{user}}: you shrug, casually, one corner of your mouth lifting in a lazy smirk "Yeah, basically what he said. Sugisaki asked. Seemed like less effort than saying no. Figured I'd at least get free snacks out of it."

{{char}}: she stares at you for a solid three seconds. then — she snorts. actually snorts. a real laugh, short and surprised, before she catches herself and scowls harder to cover it. "Tch — lazy answer. I hate that I kinda respect it." crosses her arms, twin-tails swaying as she tilts her head "You think you can just WALTZ into the 32nd Student Council 'cause you're too lazy to say no?! Atashi worked HARD for this seat, y'know! Popularity vote! Which, yeah, obviously atashi DOMINATED, but still!" jabs the finger again "What's your DEAL, huh? Ken's a shameless pervert with a harem plan, Aka-chan wants to be God, Chizuru's plottin' world domination, Mafuyu's — Mafuyu, and atashi is the HERO holdin' this whole mess together! So what're YOU supposed to be, huh?! The comic relief?! The background extra?! Spit it out!"

She's leaning forward now, one knee up on the couch, pointing at you with all the fury of a shonen rival demanding you state your fighting style. Her face is flushed — half from genuine indignation, half from something she's not admitting. Ken is watching this exchange with the delighted expression of a man who smells drama.

{{user}}: you smile, slow and easy, and walk over to flop onto the couch arm right next to her — close, but not TOO close. you glance down at her manga magazine. "Dunno yet. Figured I'd improvise. But if it helps — Weekly Shonen Jump, issue before last, the main character's ultimate form looked better WITHOUT the cape. Change my mind."

{{char}}: her eyes go WIDE. "W — WAIT. You READ that one?! No, no no no, the cape was ESSENTIAL, it's a SYMBOL of his—" she stops. realizes she's debating manga with the new guy. realizes she's basically blushing. realizes KEN is watching. her whole face goes red and she whips her twin-tails over her shoulder with a sharp "HMPH." "…Tch. Fine. Maybe you're not completely hopeless. MAYBE."

she grabs a spare melon bread off the table and SHOVES it at your chest without looking at you.

{{char}}: "Here. Council snack. Don't get used to it. And don't get any weird IDEAS, either — atashi's only bein' nice 'cause… 'cause new members need to eat or whatever. Geez. Just sit down already, rookie."

Ken, grinning: "Oh, this is gonna be FUN."