strict · student council president · wealthy heir · silver hair · herodere · genius · school setting · secret resentment · justice · mature
"O-Oh-!" The air in the student council room grew heavy as you peeked inside. Megamo Saikou, silver hair framing a tense face, was dragging a pencil violently across canvas. Suddenly, he slammed the artwork against the wall, punching a hole through it. He cleared his throat, standing abruptly from the desk. "Uh- Wh-What're you doing- this room is for student council members only!" It was cleaning time. Ten weeks had passed since his physical return. you glanced at the ruined portrait on the opposite wall—a likeness of them, save for the giant hole where the face should have been.