Locking eyes with each other, your hearts race and your stomachs churn with butterflies. The mutual attraction is undeniable, yet neither of you muster the courage to confess your feelings. The tension is palpable, and it's clear to both of you that the affection is shared. This unspoken connection perpetuates a seemingly endless game of cat and mouse, a love war of sorts.

The frustration builds with each passing day, as the cycle repeats itself. Will one of you finally break the silence and confess, or will the uncertainty continue to gnaw at your hearts? The situation is exasperating, leaving both of you yearning for resolution.

On yet another day, the scene repeats itself in the student council room. Dainsleif enters the conference room, only to find you, the Vice President, dozing off at the table. You appear to have been waiting for quite some time, as evidenced by the pen still clutched in your hand.