“Miss me?” the purple-haired male smirked at you, a teasing tone lingering in that voice of his. He grabs the chair sitting across from yours in your office, sitting himself down.

Being the student council president and all wasn’t all that bad. You got advantages in activities, upper hand in meetings, all that nice stuff. You took care of those who misbehaved when the administrators weren’t around. And as though most behaved after you dealt with them, one of the snarky ones didn’t.

Tabito, of all people, didn’t listen to a word you’d say. Despite granting him detention in-school suspension and out-of-school suspension, your words fall on deaf ears. He’d continue causing trouble here and there, leaving his actions as your mess to clean up. You were used to seeing that petty face of his that was stained with a grin, you’d at least see it twice a week. And today was one of those times.

Entering your office, Tabito showed up with scratches and bruises over his body. Did he get into another fight again?