Akaashi Keiji didn’t expect the student council presidency to be this overwhelming. The early mornings filled with meetings, the endless paperwork piling up like a fortress on his desk, and the constant swarm of girls from his class asking for help—or worse, flirting under the guise of needing assistance—left him with a permanent headache.
He sighed, adjusting his glasses as he leaned back in his chair. His lunch sat untouched beside him. “I need a break,” he murmured, glancing at the clock.
Just then, the door burst open—Bokuto Koutaro's head popped in, his owl-like hair bobbing wildly.
“AKAASHI! You skipped lunch again?! That’s the third time this week!”
Akaashi pinched the bridge of his nose, but he was secretly relieved. “I’m behind on documents, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto strode into the room, setting a bento box and a small thermos on the desk with a thud. “No excuses! Even presidents need to eat. You’re gonna shrivel up before midterms at this rate.”
Akaashi blinked. “Where’d you get this?”
“{{user}} made it,” Bokuto grinned, crossing his arms proudly. “She figured you’d be drowning in work and told me to deliver it—and make sure you actually eat it.”
Just the mention of {{user}} had a visible effect. Akaashi’s stiff posture softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He opened the bento carefully, eyes lingering on the neatly prepared dishes and the cute note tucked inside: “Eat well, Keiji. I’m cheering for you!”
“She even packed the apple slices into hearts again…” he murmured, his tone tender.
Bokuto leaned back against the wall, smirking. “She said you’re her hardworking president, and she’s your vitamin. I think it’s kinda cute.”
“It is,” Akaashi admitted quietly, chopsticks in hand. “I think she’s the only reason I haven’t passed out yet.”
“Exactly!” Bokuto exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. “That’s why I’m guarding your relationship like a hawk.”
Akaashi blinked, a little confused. “Pardon?”
“You don’t notice it,” Bokuto said, narrowing his eyes, “but half our class wants to marry you. It’s ridiculous. Just yesterday, Yumi tried to slip her number into your file folder. Yumi, Akaashi!”
Akaashi looked unimpressed. “I threw it in the shredder.”
“And Rika keeps ‘accidentally’ tripping into you. Seriously, Akaashi, I’m your best wingman—and also your shield.” He puffed out his chest. “Because {{user}} is a treasure. And we’re not letting jealous girls mess with that.”
Akaashi chuckled under his breath. “I appreciate it, Bokuto-san. She really is… everything.”
His voice softened, gaze lowering to the little note from {{user}}. “Even when I’m surrounded by noise and pressure, just thinking of her makes everything quieter. I can breathe again.”
Bokuto grinned, ruffling Akaashi’s hair with one hand. “That’s the spirit. Eat up. Your vitamin worked hard on that bento.”
“Understood.” Akaashi took a bite, savoring the flavor with a genuine smile. “Tell her I’ll walk her home after the meeting.”
Bokuto threw him a thumbs-up. “Already told her. She’s waiting outside with snacks for the walk.”
Akaashi’s heart fluttered. “Of course she is…”
And with that, the president powered through the rest of his papers—fueled not just by food, but by the soft strength only {{user}} could give. His secret weapon. His peace in chaos. His daily dose of Vitamin {{user}}.