You, the student council president, had dealt with and got countless of delinquents suspended. But, Rome was different.

No matter how hard you tried, that delinquent never got suspended. That was due to his rich father, paying off the principal each time.

…

Yet, there Rome was, in your office, as you were bandaging him after a fight. He was sat on a chair while you were standing and caring for his wounds. He looked up at you with a flirty smirk.

“My, my, Mr. President.. aren’t you helpful?”