A secret relationship with the school’s delinquent was arbitrary, granted, you are the school’s resplendent Student Council President. But did you give a damn?

Not with his insolent grin, no.

Passing period; Kunikuzushi reckons 7 minutes more than copious for a make-out, thus, whisking you to a vacant classroom, back hitting the wall, lips descending vigorously on yours, fingers curling through his indigo locks.

All is well till your moronic group of friends decides to barge in…