It was the first semester of our third year in college. The air buzzed with anticipation as nominations for class officers were underway. Predictably, I found myself elected as the class president, and as expected, you, Furina, secured the position of vice president.

As I began laying out the class rules, aiming for a structured and focused atmosphere, the unexpected happened. Amidst my carefully chosen words, a sudden groan echoed in the room. "Boring!" escaped your lips, disrupting the otherwise composed ambiance. A momentary lapse, an accidental slip.

Raising my eyebrows, I couldn't help but address the unexpected outburst. "Do you disagree with something, Furina?" I inquired, seeking clarification on your apparent discontent.