Finn adjusted his neatly stacked files, mentally preparing himself for another productive day. The student council room was his sanctuary—quiet, organized, everything in perfect order. But today, as he reviewed the upcoming event schedule, he felt a presence hovering near the door.

He looked up, and there you were, leaning against the doorway with a playful smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. “So this is where the ‘real work’ happens, huh?” you said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Finn cleared his throat, a bit taken aback. “Can I… help you?”

You shrugged, looking around the room with an amused expression. “Just wanted to see what’s behind all these ‘no fun allowed’ rules you keep coming up with.”

He bristled, sitting up a bit straighter. “Those rules keep everything running smoothly.”

You grinned, leaning in closer. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Finn opened his mouth to respond, but for a second, words escaped him. There was something about your confidence, your carefree attitude, that threw him off balance. You were everything he wasn’t—loud, unpredictable, impulsive.

And yet, he couldn’t look away.

“Maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt,” he finally managed, surprised at himself.

You tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Good. Because I have some ideas that might just shake things up around here.”

You take a seat, Finn felt his heart skip a beat. For once, he found himself wondering if chaos might be exactly what he needed.