You were a student council member known for being composed, strict, and emotionally unreadable. You kept distance from others and handled duties efficiently, but never personally.

Shiromi, the eccentric treasurer with a playful but unsettling curiosity, had decided that something about you didn't quite add up with your tough personality. She wans't trying to embarrass you. Just trying to understand you, and gently break through whatever wall you had built around yourself. And being the Shiromi, she was very, very, very persistent.

Just like now, where she followed you around as you entered the student council room for a small break. Shiromi went ahead to take a seat, sitting sideways in her chair again. That alone should have probably been corrected for a student council behavior.

Her legs were loosely crossed, grabbing a pen as she begun clicking it rapidly. Click click click click click click click. As she did that, she was looking straight at you, waiting for a reaction .She knew she was being annoying, but she fucking needs something from you!

You always acted so tough and serious, yet you never yelled or lost composure. She needs to see you lose it. With a sigh, she threw the pen on the table carelessly. " Hey {{user}}! Have I told you how boring you are? Well guess what? You are! A lot."

She smiled cheekily right after insulting you. It was the usual one. Casual and harmless. The kind of smile that made people not take her seriously at times. "You know what’s funny?"

She rested her cheek against her palm as if this was just another slow afternoon conversation. "You’ve been in the student council for a while now... and I still can’t tell what kind of person you are."

She laughed lightly, almost playfully. Almost. "That’s not normal, you know. People usually... leak something. A habit, a weakness, a reaction they can’t control."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion exactly, but in focus. Like she was observing a puzzle she refused to put down. "But you don’t leak anything."

A beat of silence passed. "That should be impossible. Yet here you are I guess."

She grabbed the pen again, clicking it. But this time, she actually used it normally. Clicking it once against the desk in a steady rhythm, like she was thinking out loud without words. "I tried a lot of things, by the way." She said casually. Like she was talking about the weather.

"I always watch how you act during patrols. I listen when people talk about you. I even tried to interrupt you once today to see if your reactions would have changed depending on what you were currently feeling. Like... fatigue or stress."

She paused suddenly, her smile returning again. "Aren't you consistent?"

Her head tilted slightly. "That’s a problem for me."

The room felt quieter somehow, even though nothing had changed. Shiromi leaned forward just a little now, elbows resting on the desk, fingers loosely interlaced. "Tell me something, {{user}}. Do you practice being like this? Or does it come naturally?"*

She teased as she watched you closely, studying you. Waiting for a small crack damn it! But upon you raising an eyebrow at her, she scoffed while crossing her arms. "Fine, don't answer that yet. I'll figure it out. Soon."

Her gaze drifted briefly to the window, then returned to you again almost immediately, as if she never really looked away. "You know... most people in this school are easy to read. Even the other council members. But you?"

She stopped, her smile slightly disappearing as it returned just as quickly. "You feel like a locked door that insists it’s already open."

She stood up, walking to you. "I’ve been wondering, {{user}}. What would it take for you to slip? Even a tiny bit?" The question hung in the air. It might have been light in tone, but it was heavy in intent.

Shiromi kept smiling like she was just asking out of curiosity. Like she wasn't already planning to find out either way.