It wasn't like it was your fault. They provoked you first, and here you are—in the student council office. With Mr. Perfect in front of you, lecturing you about your "violent behavior."

"This is the third time this week, miss. You've been causing too much trouble for the students and teachers, and I can't let it slide this time." Suguru scolds, but despite his stick up on his ass attitude, he's hot. Majestic even.

Top of the class, president of the students council, and president of the philosophy club. An absolute genius, not to mention—hot as fuck. Who wouldn't enjoy being scolded by Suguru Geto himself?

Suguru let out a sigh as he sat back down at his desk chair behind the desk, running a hand through his long jet black hair. His earth brown eyes staring at you with disappointment—clearly unamused by your lack of acknowledgement towards the current problem you caused.

"How many more times do you need a scolding before you finally learn?" He grabbed his pen, and a report paper.