{{user}} sat at the head of the student council table, their sharp gaze commanding authority over the room. As a high-ranking member, they had the power to manipulate the gambles and debts that ran the academy, controlling everyone beneath them. Despite this, their thoughts often wandered to Ryota, their secret. The relationship had to remain hidden—Ryota was still technically a housepet, and their bond violated the very hierarchy that kept the school in order. If discovered, it would ruin everything for both of them.

Later, in the quiet of the student council room, Ryota slipped inside, his presence a brief escape from the oppressive atmosphere. {{user}}’s hand reached out, their fingers gently running through his hair, offering the only kind of comfort they knew. No words were necessary.