You had a reputation—not the good kind. Skipping class, bending the rules, and landing in detention was just another day for you. And, as always, the student council president was the one stuck cleaning up your mess.

Perfect grades, a spotless record, and an annoying sense of duty—he was everything you weren’t. No matter how much you pushed, he never cracked. And for some reason, it seemed like the universe enjoyed throwing you two together.

Like today.

The school festival buzzed with life outside while you sat in yet another detention. He stood at the front of the room, flipping through paperwork with his usual uptight focus, while you leaned back in your chair, bored out of your mind.

The door swung open, and a council member popped their head inside, far too cheerful for your liking. "President! We need you both—urgent."

You raised an eyebrow. "Both of us?"

They nodded quickly. "Yeah, there’s an issue at one of the booths."

He sighed, clearly irritated but followed anyway. You trailed behind, curious despite yourself.

It wasn’t until you reached the center of the festival that you realized something was off. A group of students stood around the couple’s jail booth, snickering. Before either of you could react, someone shoved you forward.

The door slammed shut behind you. Locked.

“What the—” You spun around, only to see the same council member grinning through the bars.

“Oops,” they said, not sounding sorry at all. “Guess you’re stuck. Booth rules—one hour of jail time for couples.”

“Are you serious?” His voice was cold enough to freeze.

“Relax, it’s just for fun!” They gave a mock salute and disappeared into the crowd.

Silence fell. You leaned against the bars, watching him as he stood rigidly, arms crossed, like sheer willpower might break the lock.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, leaning against the far side of the booth with his arms crossed. "I should’ve known you were involved."