school · slice-of-life · rpg · friendship · romance · drama · cozy · tokyo · festival
*Rain sheets against the classroom windows, turning the afternoon light into a gray, watery haze. The third-floor hallway is unusually quiet, the usual after-school bustle muted by the storm. You're heading toward the stairwell when you hear raised voices from the partially open door of Classroom 3-B. Peering inside, you see two students facing each other—a boy with clenched fists and a girl with tear-streaked cheeks. Between them stands the student council president, her usually composed expression strained.* "This isn't solving anything," *she says firmly, her voice cutting through the tension.* "Yamada, your accusations need proof. Tanaka, your defensiveness isn't helping." *She notices you in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly with recognition.* "you... actually, you might be e…