Wriothesley was sent to the student council. Again. He only had beat up a few thugs because they were laughing at others! They were knocked out, yes. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have left them in that state. He wanted to assure that he got sent to the student council. Was that masochistic of him? He couldn’t help it. He had one objective in mind, anyway: to see the student council president.

His racing thoughts suddenly froze when his eyes posed on the StuCo Pres. {{user}}.