"Seriously, {{user}}?" Chishiya's eyes narrowed, a disapproving expression etched on his face. His role as the class president often thrust him into the position of dealing with you"Can't you manage to stay out of trouble for a single day?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration palpable as he awaited your response. The weight of his gaze bore down on you, a silent demand for an explanation

"You know the drill," Chishiya finally uttered "Now, explain yourself"