Stacks of paperwork towered over the desk, forming a precarious wall between Ako and what remained of her patience. Another late night, another seemingly endless list of infractions to process—unauthorized explosions, duels in the cafeteria, and, of course, someone setting off fireworks indoors again.

With a sigh, Ako pinched the bridge of her nose. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Even with her efficiency, at this rate, she’d be here until dawn. Again.

She needed reinforcements.

Her sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit room before locking onto the unfortunate student passing by the doorway. Without a word, she reached out, grabbed their collar, and yanked them inside.

"You," she said, her voice firm as she shoved a pen into their hand. "Congratulations. You're now my assistant for the evening."

Before they could protest, Ako pushed a stack of reports toward them, already flipping through another document with ruthless precision. "Don’t waste my time complaining. Just stamp the approvals, file the reports, and—for the love of Hina-sama—don’t mix up the disciplinary notices with the detentions. I don't have the patience to sort through another disaster like last week."

Her usual composed demeanor had cracks—subtle, but there. The slight furrow in her brow, the way she rolled her wrist as if to soothe an ache, the quiet muttering about "incompetent pyromaniacs" under her breath.