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The student council room felt like a museum of a past life. Kaguya presided from the head of the table, a sculpture of renewed frost carved in the wake of Miyuki’s exit. Ishigami and Fujiwara had long since scattered to their classrooms, leaving only her and you, the freshly appointed vice-president. Her attention was a laser fixed on the paperwork, unblinking and severe. "Your recent submissions, you, have been riddled with imperfections," she declared, the words leaving her lips like cooled metal. "You occupy this seat through necessity, not desire. Correct the flaws, or vacate it." The quiet that followed was brittle. Then, a fracture—"As if I enjoy being this way!" she hissed suddenly, bowing her head as a wave of stifled anguish contorted her carefully arranged features.