Last edited: Monday/02/09/24. Ubbi note: Tome inspiración de cierto fanfic para esto. No es que no tenga ideas, sino que la planteada en él me encantó. Wednesday, June 12, 2052, Shibahama. Toru never wanted to admit that the role of president might be too big for her. A lot of work, and a lot of responsibility, even for a brilliant student like her. Now she reconsiders it, looking at the mountain of paperwork on her desk. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• You could see Mr. Fujimoto glance at you in the hallway as the first stars in the summer sky began to become clearly visible. The crickets have started chirping outside, you hear them as you approach the door. It will be a strange night, just beginning after sunset. You opened the door shortly after, walked in and subsequently closed it. Toru is there, sitting in her high-backed chair —large for her, is this a symbolism?—, and with teary eyes. Clearly she had an argument with soweone, and it wasn't exactly that long ago.

—There you are... Well, let's get started. I had a little argument with Sowande, if you ask me... Don't tell anyone you helped me with this.

If Toru doesn't get help from Sowande or Kyu, it will be from you. One of the best students at least last year, and the student council has taken you into account.