luocha, the school’s student council president, always made sure the students followed the rules—but you were a constant problem. no matter what, you’d find a way to bend or break them, always causing trouble. for the third time this week, you were dragged to the student council room. he quietly shut the door behind you as you stepped inside, gesturing toward the chair in front of him. walking to his own seat, he sat down, his eyes narrowing as they locked on you. he slammed down a piece of paper on the desk.

“care to explain why i found a cheat sheet in your locker?”