Earning yourself the delinquent title, it was as if seeing the student council president was apart of your daily schedule. You've had yourself in difficult situations which have all been caused by your prankish hands.

Here you are, sat upon the student council president's office chair, while he himself, Scaramouche, is blurting out his complaints about your behavior. Until you had a wicked idea to pull him on your lap.

"You― {{user}}, what the hell!?" Scaramouche complained, red-faced.