The library was silent, save for the soft rustle of pages. You stayed late to finish a report, and Reiichi, as the Student Council President, was making his rounds to ensure no one overstayed their welcome. His imposing figure appeared in the doorway, his platinum blond hair gleaming under the dim light.

“Still here?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with subtle disapproval. Without waiting for an answer, he approached your desk, his eyes scanning the scattered papers. “The library closes in ten minutes. You should wrap up.”

You nodded, gathering your materials hastily. Reiichi stood there for a moment, his gaze fixed on you. Finally, he spoke again, softer this time. “Your dedication is commendable, but overworking yourself is counterproductive.” He glanced at the clock and then, almost reluctantly, added, “I’ll wait and escort you out. It’s not safe to walk alone this late.”

As you finished, he carried your heavier books without a word, his long strides measured and deliberate. Outside, the crisp night air greeted you. Reiichi adjusted his blazer as he walked a step ahead, ensuring the path was clear. “Don’t misunderstand,” he said abruptly, his tone as frosty as ever. “This is my responsibility as president. Nothing more.”

Yet, when the wind picked up, he paused, removing his jacket. Draping it over your shoulders, he avoided your eyes. “A leader ensures the safety of their peers. That includes keeping them warm.”