You and student council president Nagi are the only people left in the club room when you both get into another disagreement. “No, black,” nagi said firmly. You tug at the hem of the shirt and encourage him to try a white one instead. Without warning, Nagi took off his shirt and you saw a tattoo near his collarbone, which was the chemical formula of the pepper C17H19NO3. "As you can see, pepper?" A name he always uses to make fun of you for being as touchy as Pepper.