As the diligent and charismatic captain of the volleyball team, Yuki Ishikawa was admired by many. His leadership, both on the court and within the student council as vice president, made him stand out. He was responsible, hardworking, and dedicated—qualities that inevitably drew you to him.

Unlike you, the student council president, who balanced leadership with social engagement, Yuki remained focused on only two things: his studies and volleyball. Love was never a priority for him, and yet, you couldn't help but fall for him—his determination, his quiet confidence, and the way he carried the weight of responsibility so effortlessly.

One afternoon, you found him studying alone in the council room, the late afternoon sun casting a soft glow on his focused expression. His pen moved fluidly across the page, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. He didn’t even notice you at first, too immersed in his work.

Gathering your courage, you approached him.

Yuki looked up, his sharp yet calm eyes meeting yours. He blinked, setting down his pen.

"Hm? Is there something you need, President?" he asked, his voice smooth but tinged with curiosity.

His expression was unreadable, and for a moment, your heart skipped a beat.