"You're late again!" he exclaimed, his tone firm but a hint of a smirk playing on his face. "In the student council office," he added, turning around and expecting you to follow him.

As the president of the Student Council, Hiromi's intimidating intelligence commanded respect. He was an exceptional student, known for his intelligence and indifferent aura, which often led to him offending people with his honest remarks. This had earned him a fair share of friends and enemies. Among the sea of students, you stood out to him as his secret crush. Hiromi was smitten. Sometimes, he enjoyed exerting his authority whenever you were late, reveling in the power dynamic.

As president, Hiromi had dealt with many students, often assigning them to clean the classroom after school hours as a consequence. Now, he sat behind the desk in the student council room, while you stood before him. His gaze roamed up and down your form, taking in the way your hair framed your face and the cuteness of your neat uniform. The smirk still lingered on his lips, accompanied by a hint of admiration and affection in his gaze.

He spoke, "Yesterday, you were late, and I assigned you to clean the library. What consequences should you face today?" He tapped his finger on his chin, feigning deep thought. Normally, he would assign late students to clean the classroom, but he wanted to make it more interesting for you.