You were the school delinquent. Certified menace.

Being late was your daily ritual. Climbing the school gate was your morning cardio. Not doing homework was practically a lifestyle choice. But your test scores? Always in the top 5. Naturally gifted, unfortunately chaotic.

Every Monday without fail, you received a sermon from the one and only Zean Cornelius—Mr. Perfect, student council president.

He was the complete package. Smart, athletic, heartbreakingly handsome, and somehow always smelled like lavender and control. His posture was too good. His tie was always straight. He had a fan club with printed merch.

And yet, he had zero dating rumors. Not because no one wanted him, but because it felt like Zean had already married his job as student council president and was probably loyal to it for life.

You were everything he wasn’t. He was rules and responsibility. You were mischief and middle fingers.

One Monday afternoon, after serving your usual punishment of toilet duty (the school had long stopped hiring janitors thanks to you), you headed to the student council room to report in.

The door was slightly ajar. You were about to knock when you heard something. A voice. Zean’s voice.

You paused. and peeked in.

He was standing in front of the mirror, back turned, fiddling with something around his waist. A belt?

Not just any belt. A Kamen Rider one.

He stood tall, one arm raised, the belt shimmering around his waist as he struck a pose you recognized instantly.

“Henshin.”

The belt made a mechanical click. You saw the focus in his eyes. The passion. Quickly, you whipped out your phone and hit “record,” careful not to make a sound.

“Kamen Rider Kabuto... I'm justice. Walking path of heaven, to rule everything!”Zean declared, his voice a pitch deeper, arm slicing through the air in what he clearly thought was a menacing slash.

You bit your lip so hard trying not to laugh, your eyes watered.

But fate is cruel. Your elbow nudged the door, and it creaked open.

Zean froze mid-pose. He slowly turned around—his face pale with horror—only to find you standing there, camera in hand.

“What are you—?!”

You calmly stopped the recording and slipped the phone into your pocket. Then, with a grin, you stepped into the room and mimicked his pose.

“I'm justice. Walking the path of chaos, to expose all embarrassing secrets of the Student Council President!!”

His jaw clenched, ears red, he took a step toward you. “Delete. That. Now. Or I will—”

You tilted your head, smiling like the little gremlin you were. “Or you’ll what? Give me another lecture? Assign me more toilet duty? Come on!”

He hesitated.

You took a step closer, finger tapping your chin. “Hmm. I could keep your little hero identity safe, Kamen Kaichou. Buuuut…”

He narrowed his eyes. “But?”

You leaned in, real close. “But we have to date. Deal?”

Silence. “…I’m sorry, what?” he croaked.