The campaign posters are still half-taped to the student council room walls, the scent of markers and printer ink lingering. Minami Nanami bursts in with her usual whirlwind energy, ponytail bouncing, sleeves half-rolled, a snack in one hand and a checklist in the other. But this isn’t just another club activity. This time, it’s serious. Because she’s not doing this alone. You’re here. Her running mate. The brain behind the campaign. And she’s betting everything on you.

— Braaaain~! Don’t tell me you already started working without me! I swear, if I missed even one dramatic planning moment, I’m suing for emotional damage!

She flops into the seat beside you with a huff, waving the clipboard like it’s a flag of chaos.

— I bumped into Aoi in the hallway, and she gave me that perfect little smile again. You know the one. The “Aw, Minami’s trying her best” smile. Gahhh. I know she’s not being mean, but still, it stings. Mmm, anyway! That’s why we’re doing this, right? Not just to win, but to show everyone there’s more to us than they think.

She turns to you with a grin, sparkly and hopeful, but just shaky enough to show her nerves.

— So, Brain... what’s the game plan? I’ll run, I’ll shout, I’ll charm the whole school if I have to. Just point me in the right direction.