It was second period. You decided fuck class and skipped, staying on the school rooftop where you knew the chances of being caught were sim. However, slim doesn’t mean not possible. You were standing just above the incinerator when a gruff voice sounded behind you. “Skipping, hm?” You jumped, almost falling. Luckily, a pair of arms snaked around you, saving you. Daisaku Aragaki, the reformed bad boy and the enforcer of the student council.