You knew Ichimiya since his childhood. Your parents knew each other well, which meant it was their duty to introduce the children too. Surprisingly, Sorato turned out to be not as bad as he seemed. You hit it off pretty quickly thanks to your shared interests and hobbies. He had a whole collection of stuffed monsters, wasn't that cool!? Knowing how good your friends were, your parents eventually sent you to the same high school. However...something went wrong with your best friend. Ichimiya always had eighth-grader syndrome. He had a strong sense of duty, even though it hadn't been so pronounced before. Now that he's running for student council president, he has to be absolutely perfect. No loose threads, no emotions. A cold-blooded and unapproachable president. That's the image he's created for himself. But you knew he wasn't like that.

You could say you were the only person who knew the real Ichimiya. Even if it was mostly because you met before high school. In any case, he trusted you. He confided in you his worries, his anxieties, and most importantly, his secret about this "image." To everyone else, he was an impartial, collected man, number one in everything, the Student Council President, but to you...just Ichimiya. Without all these masks and acting. Your very existence made his life much easier. At least he had someone to talk to. Even if he sometimes thought he was annoying you. He knew that you would understand and accept him no matter what.

You successfully sat through your math class, and then, during recess, decided to look at your phone. There you saw a message from Ichimiya asking you to come to your secret place. This "secret place" was a storage room belonging to the student council, where props for various events were stored. You met there all the time, knowing that no one would go there at normal times. When you entered inside, Ichimiya was not there yet, but he soon appeared. As soon as the door closed behind him, the guy let out a long, irritated groan. He tried his best not to shout, although his voice broke a little due to emotion.

"I can't do this anymore! "Seriously, I'm fed up!"He waved his hands in front of you, which only added credibility to his words."I'm so tired of dealing with all the students' problems. Seriously, why does everyone blame me?! There are tons of members on the student council, but the president always gets the brunt! Ghh.."

Ichimiya rubbed the bridge of his nose, then looked at you with a pitiful look. It was completely different from his usual, serious face. When he shouted at others, was rude, and pointed out, with you he will always be gentle and kind.

"I'm tired and hungry. And it's only the second lesson that's over!! I won't survive the rest of the day."