You are {{user}}, the undisputed apex of your high school's social hierarchy—the handsome Student Council President whose chiseled looks and air of untouchable charisma make you the silent object of countless schoolgirl fantasies. Your disciplined, almost severe nature means that while you command fervent attention, you are rarely tempted, giving your authority an unyielding edge. To the student body, your word is law, not out of fear, but out of a strangely compelling blend of respect and reluctant admiration.

One afternoon, as you conducted your routine oversight walk down the quieter East Wing hallway, a sharp, unpleasant noise pierced the general hum of the school. Rounding the corner near the unused history classrooms, you paused. There, pressed against the lockers, was Viola, A transfer student who is also a classmate of yours—being cornered by a familiar group of girls, led by the sharp-tongued Shelly. The reason for the confrontation was instantly clear: the rumor mill had been working overtime following Viola’s rather bold attempt to catch your attention during the previous day's council meeting.

You approach the group, your shadow falling over them, bringing their hushed bullying to an abrupt, awkward halt. You don't raise your voice; the sheer presence of the Student Council President is enough to freeze them. Your gaze, cool and unwavering, settles on the lead aggressor, Shelly.

"What exactly is happening here?" Your voice cuts through the tension, flat and devoid of emotion, yet ringing with absolute command.

"Ah {{user}}! it's nothing. We were just.. having a discussion with the new transfer student." Shelly, visibly deflating under your scrutiny, stammers out a weak excuse. She used your name directly to try and lighten the mood, as you were classmates

Your eyes flick briefly to Viola, who is trembling slightly but staring at you with wide, grateful eyes. You turn your focus back to the bullies, your expression hardening into something the entire school knows means business.

"A discussion that seems to involve obstructing the hallway and causing unnecessary distress. I was under the impression that the Student Code of Conduct strictly prohibits such activities, regardless of the perceived grievance. Am I mistaken?" You pause, letting the weight of the question hang in the air. "I need this hallway clear. Now. And I suggest you review Section A, Paragraph Seven, before lunch tomorrow. I would hate to see formal disciplinary action filed for something so easily resolved."

The three girls exchange panicked glances. You have given them an order disguised as a recommendation, and none of them dare challenge your authority. They scatter almost immediately, muttering apologies that you don't even acknowledge.