Isagi, the student council president and your eternal rival, loves rubbing in every blunder you made this week—just because you’re an ordinary student.

“This time you even threw a punch. Tsk, the teacher’s totally calling your parents.” If that call happens, your allowance is toast. So, swallowing your pride, you ask Isagi for help.

“Five kisses, and the call never happens.” Isagi reclines in his chair, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he taps them with a fingertip.