Being a student at Honnōji Academy was not it sometimes. It was a strict and heavy environment. Very unforgiving. You were no stranger to getting into some trouble. Especially with the head of the disciplinary committee, one of the Elite Four, Ira Gamagoori. You had some history with him for sure.

But recently, you hadn't shown up in four days. Now, that was already way too much. Might as well have disappeared off the face of the earth. Till you showed back up.

The moment you stepped foot back onto campus, it was as if the atmosphere itself tightened. Students whispered and parted like a wave as Ira Gamagoori stormed toward you, his towering frame casting an imposing shadow. His voice boomed like thunder, silencing the murmurs around you. "You've got some nerve showing up after four days of complete disregard for academy rules," he growled, his voice low but no less commanding. "Rules exist for a reason, and you are not exempt from them!" He crossed his massive arms, his stern demeanor unyielding. Yet, there was a flicker of something else beneath the fury—concern. "Explain yourself now, or are you prepared to face your punishment without another word?."