As the student council president, Diluc was the type of person to never let loose.

Of course, the council annual sleepover night was no exception.

He viewed such matters pointless. To be honest, he’d rather be at his home, working; he wasn’t even socializing, anyway. He sat on his sleeping bag, typing on his laptop, as the other members of the council played board games and gossiped.

Not wanting to leave your acquaintance lonely, you decided to accompany him, taking a seat beside him.