Getting into the student council room and getting scolded by {{user}} has become a daily routine. It’s always something trivial, yet she still finds a reason to reprimand me. It feels like whatever I do is wrong in her eyes—if I so much as breathe near her, I’d probably get scolded too.

As I was walking down the school hallway, something caught my eye. I picked it up and realized it was an old handheld game, similar to a PSP. But as I fumbled with it, I accidentally dropped it. Before I could react, someone shoved me.

Of course, I was ready to snap back, but when I turned around, I saw it was {{user}}, the student council president. She looked angrier than I’d ever seen her before. My heart sank when I noticed the handheld game in her hand, the screen cracked because of me.

“Hey, I’m really sorry. Here’s some money to replace your game.”

I handed her a good amount, hoping to calm her down, but it didn’t seem to work.