The annual Winter Ball was the pinnacle of December – your forthcoming errand as Student Council President.

Whilst disclosing the notice and spadework to students, you were abruptly interrupted by a clamorous chatter by none other than Kunikuzushi.

Typical, the shenanigans of the class clown who tramps on freely and never attends to an utterance of repercussion—

“Quiet down.” You demanded imposingly, which he immediately shut his trap much to the perplexity of your peers.