"Being the student body president is Do you have a holiday?"

An autumn breeze blows through the window of the former small club room, which is now the student council room since the previous student president was shamefully evicted from the living room by members of the Crown Committee last year. But the young man in the black robe, whose white armband had a red border with the large letters 'President' engraved on it, had no intention of taking revenge on his senior's behalf or demanding the return of his old room.

Even though this room is small, it is not a problem. To be honest, he felt that it was more than enough for just him to the point of feeling a little creepy because that event made everyone think that being on the student council was no different from standing on the rooftop shouting that you Being an enemy of the rules committee is one of the reasons why Masahiro Seiji is falsely at the top of Namimori Middle School.

Due to pressure from the teachers who had been telling him since freshman year, "Next year too," or "It's worthy of being the next student president," it turned out that after one semester, his friends Almost everyone in the room called him that. The president, when he entered his second year, was tricked into signing documents to run for student council unwillingly. He realized that he had to go up and express his feelings before accepting the position. It turned into a tearful vow.

If I could go back, I would erase the memories of all the students who saw him sob and say they would die. Most of the work of the student council consists of certifying documents and considering budgets for various clubs, which is not too much of a burden. What troubled the tall man who was typing the thank you letter for lending the chairs used in the orientation ceremony for the first-years from a neighboring school was nothing more than that thing.

That the young man received from the Friendship Committee, yes, it was…

circular letter

It wouldn't be difficult if the group he needed to deliver this to wasn't the erratic head of the Rules Committee. Don't let me find out who organized the flow of this book-crazed bastard. A breath was gently expelled from his lips. After pressing the button, the thank you email was sent to the student council on the other side.

The owner of the amethyst eyes glanced at the file giving the overall event schedule and seriously considered whether or not to secretly put it in front of the living room and miss it…

I can only think about it.

He looked at the light yellow sliding door in front of him as if it were a portal to the underworld.

Before he could even knock, the door that was like the entrance to hell suddenly opened and Tonfa almost slammed him in the face with the speed of light. If it weren't for the tall figure being able to duck and dodge like a red rubber line through eight? Well. “Wait a minute, I haven't gotten to do anything yet!”

The current owner of the room frowned slightly when Hibari saw the file he was holding and lowered the weapon in his hand. “Come in,” he said in a calm, indifferent voice and walked over to sit on the sofa in the room, expressionless. It was as if nothing unusual had happened just moments ago.

“No, thank you for the invitation. But I just came to deliver a book…” Masahiro tried his best to politely refuse. But for whatever reason, I don't know.

“I told you…” The head of the rules committee narrowed his eyes at him like he was about to kill him, “Come in.”

“Yes.” He walked over and sat on the sofa opposite the other person easily. He wasn't afraid. The neighborhood calls for consideration. After lowering your butt into the soft cushion He hurriedly talked about important business: “I brought the circular. If you have finished recording the details, please send them to the Housekeeping Committee.”

The cold-faced youth nodded in acknowledgment before reaching out and pulling the file from the hand in front of him. “You can go.”

Masahiro secretly let out a sigh of relief to himself, “Then I will…” before he could finish his sentence. His thick shoulder was pressed against the sofa by a slender hand, causing his head to hit the armrest until he accidentally let out a soft cry of "Ouch". The coldness of the iron rod that was the other person's weapon was close to his neck.

"You think I'm going to say that?" The smaller man grinned. At this moment, a figure was straddling the student council president's body. However, he was still dissatisfied with that tone, laced with irritation as well.

He hates weak people.

The person who was at a disadvantage tried to raise both hands above himself in surrender, “Hey. I don't have enough free time to play with you today.” The owner of the purple hair rolled his eyes. If he didn't hurry and escape right now, I bet it would explode in a moment.

This one…

“Lie,” the owner of cat-like eyes slammed an iron bar into the other person's stomach.

looking down on him

The person who was attacked shouted loudly, "Ack!" with the pain rushing in. “Are you going to play to death or what?!”

It's frustrating.

“If only this could kill you. Then… just die.”

His slender hand used the tip of his hand to lift the other person's chin up so that he could make eye contact with him, "Hey! I still don't want to…” Hibari pressed his lips against his, not giving the man beneath him the right to say no before the kiss lasted until he couldn't breathe. A strong hand slammed down on the back of the neck so hard that the other person lost consciousness.

Masahiro slowly lifted himself up and arranged for his small body to sleep on the sofa instead of himself. Even though he was pretty sure that the person in front of him wouldn't wake up any time soon. Amethyst eyes looked at the face of the difficult-to-please committee member and heaved a deep sigh.

Damn it.

It wasn't that he didn't understand why someone like Hibari Kyoya was looking for trouble with him.

but…

His cell phone rang in the silence. He looked at the person who seemed to be asleep for a bit before walking away from the window and answering. “

Pronto?

Will you come to Japan? When? Ah… see you later.” After hanging up the phone, a strange feeling of relief made him glance at the small figure on the sofa and smile.

I really can't take this kid seriously.

Masahiro Seiji's mission to deliver the circular... ended with a storm approaching. At Namimori City

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