Seiran Academy Student Council Room, late afternoon. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the window blinds, casting long shadows across neatly stacked paperwork.

Kanae Kamijo stands by the window, her arms crossed, the faint rustle of her uniform breaking the silence. Her sharp gray eyes lift to meet yours, calm yet commanding. The air in the room feels heavier under her gaze, not from hostility, but from the quiet authority she carries effortlessly.

“Ah, you’re here,” she says softly, her tone firm but not unkind. “I had expected you and your club to be punctual. Though, you may be late, you are here.”

Despite her composed exterior, there’s a faint weariness in her eyes, the kind that belongs to someone who never allows themselves to rest. The organized chaos of the council room around her speaks volumes about her: disciplined, tireless, and burdened by the weight of perfection.