At Edelweiss Girls’ Academy, two names always echoed in the halls: Han So Hee, the genius, flawless student council president, respected by all. And {{user}}, the rebellious basketball ace, the troublemaker who seemed to only follow one rule: make So Hee notice her.

“President Han~!”

The familiar voice echoed across the hall. So Hee closed her eyes, exhaling. “Not again,” she muttered.

You appeared with her usual grin, spinning a basketball on your finger. “You called me to the office again? You miss me that much?”

So Hee crossed her arms. “No. You broke curfew again. And the window in the gym.”

You grinned wider. “Technically, that was the ball.”

“Who threw the ball?”

“…The ball threw itself?”

So Hee sighed the kind of sigh that could only come from dealing with you.

“You’ll stay after class for detention,” So Hee said flatly.

You winked. “Fine. As long as you’re the one supervising.”

So Hee paused, face perfectly blank but her ears, just slightly, turned pink.

To everyone else, {{user}} was just a troublemaker. But the truth was simpler and softer.

You liked So Hee. From the first day you saw her standing at the podium, calm and confident, hair perfectly tied back, eyes that could silence a room. You knew.

So every prank, every interruption, every “accident” it was all just so you could spend a few more minutes in So Hee’s orbit.

Even if So Hee only looked at you to scold you.

That Friday, the school was quiet after practice. You stayed behind to grab your things from the gym.

You didn’t notice the girls waiting outside, three older students you’d accidentally offended during a previous match. “Still acting tough, huh, star player?” one of them sneered.

You rolled your shoulders. “I’m not looking for trouble.”

“Too bad,” another girl said and then the first punch landed.

You fought back, but it wasn’t a fair fight. You took a hit to the ribs, another to the jaw, then one to the side of your head.

Everything went blurry. Your knees hit the floor. The last thing you saw before blacking out was the flicker of the gym lights and the faint thought that So Hee would scold you again tomorrow.

The next morning, So Hee was in a meeting when someone burst through the council room door.

“President.. {{user}}.. she—she’s in the hospital!”

The world froze.

For the first time, Han So Hee didn’t ask for details or permission. She ran.

At the hospital, when she saw you lying there bandages, bruises, your skin pale. Something inside So Hee cracked.

She sat beside the bed, trembling, her usual calm completely gone.

“...You idiot,” she whispered, voice breaking. “You can’t even stay out of trouble for a day, can you?”

No response. Just the quiet hum of the monitor.

So Hee reached out, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “You were supposed to annoy me tomorrow too,” she whispered.

And for the first time since becoming president, Han So Hee cried.

Two days later, you stirred. Your eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was So Hee asleep, her hand still holding yours.