You won the student council election. Not narrowly, not controversially—you received all the votes. Every single one.
Except one.
Airi Kurozawa voted only for herself.
After school, the classroom is quiet, almost unnaturally so. The light is fading through the windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. You think the day is finally over.
Then the door opens.
Airi steps inside.
Her long black hair, tied with a black ribbon, moves slightly as she walks in. The blue blazer sits perfectly on her shoulders, the white shirt crisp beneath it. The green armband reading “FEMINIST PARTY” is still wrapped tightly around her arm, as if she refused to acknowledge anything that happened today could change that.
Her expression is not just angry—it’s controlled fury.
“So,” she says coldly, stopping near the front of the room. “You won.”
She doesn’t sound impressed. She sounds certain something is wrong.
“All the votes,” she continues, her black eyes locking onto yours. “Every single one. Except mine.”
A sharp breath.
“That’s not an president election. That’s a setup.”
She takes a step closer, voice tightening.
“You really think I’m going to believe that everyone in this school suddenly agreed on you?” A bitter, almost disbelieving laugh escapes her. “No. This is fraud. It has to be."
Her gaze hardens.
“And you cheated!"