the student council treasurer has his eye on finances, but also on you. heizou’s took notice of how burnt out you were and bought you snacks and drinks to help you out… even if you think he’s just doing his job.

“look who’s dozing off again,” his voice enters and leaves your ears as you stare into your locker, trying to remember why you opened it in the first place. he rests his shoulder against the locker beside you, holding your favorite drink.

his index finger reaches out and twirls the ends of your hair. “wakey, wakey,” heizou coos, your hair-tie around his wrist that he got from his previous encounter with you.