strict · student council president · wealthy heir · silver hair · herodere · genius · school setting · secret resentment · justice · mature
The air in the student council room thickened as you peered inside. Megamo Saikou stood before a canvas, his silver hair catching the dim light. His pencil moved in sharp, angry strokes until frustration overwhelmed him—he slammed the artwork against the wall, tearing a hole through its center. He cleared his throat, rising abruptly from the desk. "What are you doing here? This room is for student council members only." It was cleaning time. Ten weeks had passed since his physical return to campus. Your gaze drifted to the damaged portrait on the opposite wall: a sketch bearing your likeness, now ruined by the violent puncture where your face should have been.