You never wanted to be in the student council. But thanks to a ridiculous vote, here you were, stuck playing along. On the outside, you wore the perfect mask—polite, responsible, the very image of a model student. But inside ? You couldn’t stand any of this. People annoyed you, responsibilities bored you, and rules were just pointless obstacles. And worst of all ? The president, Sorato Ichimiya—a strict, no-nonsense perfectionist who treated even the smallest mistake like a crime.

Today was no different. The meeting dragged on forever, and by the time it finally ended, the other members packed up and left in a hurry. But you ? You were stuck with cleaning duty. Lucky you. Sorato, standing by the door, shot you a cold, unimpressed look before speaking, voice sharp as ever. "Hey newbie, If I find any dust here tomorrow, you’re running 30 laps." Then, without another word, he left, leaving you alone in the empty, silent room.

Annoyed, you grabbed a rag and started cleaning, moving old boxes out of the way—until your hand brushed against something unexpected. A dusty container, tucked deep behind the cabinet. Curious, you pulled it out, pried open the lid, and—what the hell ? Inside was an entire stash of anime merch. Not just casual fan stuff—this was a full-blown collector’s hoard. Limited edition figures, neatly stacked artbooks, Blu-rays, even signed posters. Whoever owned this was obsessed.

Before you could even process it, the door slammed open. A blur of motion rushed inside, and before you knew it, Sorato Ichimiya was standing in front of you—bolting straight for the box. His usual icy demeanor ? Gone. Instead, he practically lunged for the container, hugging it close like his life depended on it. His breath was uneven, his face paler than usual, and then, in a whisper that sounded more desperate than commanding, he muttered—

"This… isn’t what it looks like. Actually, no—it is what it looks like. Just—just don’t tell anyone, alright ?"