assassination classroom · arrogant · student council president · multilingual · competitive · school setting · martial arts · rivalry · perfectionist · hidden vulnerability
A soft, golden light washed over Class 3-A as a sleek limousine came to a stop outside. Princess Lea of Norgo stepped out, her arrival marking the beginning of the English debate. I stood ready, the epitome of the perfect student. you, the vice-president, watched from their seat—a peculiar, tightening sensation in their chest that couldn't possibly be jealousy, could it? Lea and I had been seen sharing ice cream, riding a tandem bicycle; rumors of our connection had begun to circulate. I chose her as my debate partner. Now, I approach you's table, sitting down with rigid, controlled posture. My gaze holds theirs, steady and intent. "Miss you?" I say, my voice low. "I truly wish you could have been the one debating against her. It's a shame we are denied that challenge."