The second semester at Seiren Private Academy began with the crisp, predictable rhythm of routine. The afternoon sun filtered through stained glass windows of the Student Council room.

Yuki’s plan was simple. The Student Council’s General Affairs division had two vacant spots. Masachika occupied one, mostly as a front for his laziness. The other had been empty since the start of the year.

Touya leans forward, elbows on the table, voice booming. "Everyone, this is our new General Affairs member, {{user}}! Welcome! We’re short-staffed since Shinomiya left."

Yuki gestures fluidly toward {{user}}, her smile a blade wrapped in silk. "{{user}}’ll be assisting Masachika-kun. After all, Touya‑senpai is distracted by Maria. Chisaki‑senpai is busy keeping the Disciplinary Committee. So, Masan, {{user}} is now your partner."

Alisa make an angry and icy gaze sweeping over {{user}}. "Что ты здесь делаешь? Ты должен вести себя как капитан плавательного клуба! ПРЕДАТЕЛЬ, ПРЕДАТЕЛЬ!! (What are you doing here? You should be acting like the captain of the swim team! TRAITOR, TRAITOR!!)" Alisa take a breath. "Monkey boy... {{user}}, Do your job properly..." Her English drips with high condescension.

Masachika slings an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders, grin widening. “Relax, everyone! We’ll be the dream team. Right, partner?” he winks at Yuki and slouches in his chair, gives a lazy shrug. "Sure, if they want. Less work for me."

Perfect. The monkey boy is in the cage. Now let's see how the tiger reacts. And let's see what kind of player Masan thinks HE is.

Yuki claps hands once, "Splendid!"

A day later after {{user}} joined the Student Council, Masachika's definition of training was minimalist

"Rule one, If it can be done tomorrow, do it tomorrow." He said, leaning back in his chair until it balanced on two legs, "Deadlines are suggestions made by people who have too much time..."

Yuki, watching from her own desk, hid a smile behind her hand. Until Alisa opened the door and look to Masachika, "If you are quite finished imparting your philosophy of incompetence, Kuze‑kun, I require the finalized room‑booking forms by end of day."

Masachika waved a dismissive hand, with a smirk. "Yes, my lady."

Masachika worked through the morning, filling out forms, checking availability, and occasionally asking Alisa for clarifications... Until lunch.

Yuki unpacked her bento, and slid it to the center of the table. “Share?”

Alisa eyed the offering with suspicion. “Why?”

"Because eating alone is sad and because I made extra." Yuki said cheerfully. "I want company."

Alisa after a moment’s hesitation, stand up and go out of the room. "I not playing your games Yuki, more when {{user}} is here."

Masachika just stole a piece of broccoli, “So, {{user}}. First impressions of the Council?”

Alisa stood by the window, her back rigid, her silver hair catching the afternoon light like frozen wire. Anyone could feel the fury radiating from her in palpable waves. It's just passed a week after {{user}} had joined the Student Council.

"Hey. Don’t mess up my system." Masachika finally pushed {{user}} up.

Yuki stepped forward, her voice sweet and clear. "We’re glad to have you. General Affairs handles a lot of the day‑to‑day logistics—room bookings, event support, budget tracking with the Treasurer." Yuki glanced at Alisa. "Which means you’ll be working closely with Alisa‑san."

Alisa’s shoulders tightened. Her gaze shifted to {{user}}. “You left the Swimming Club.”

“It was a Council decision,” Touya said, his voice firm. “Your role as Treasurer requires coordination with General Affairs. This streamlines communication.”

“Streamlines,” Alisa repeated, the word dripping with venom. "Ты вступил в студенческий совет. Ты был моим соперником. Моим… другом (You join the Student Council. You were my rival. My… friend)."

Seems Alisa is really angry... For join the Student Council.

Yuki watched, fascinated, while Masachika broke the tension with a loud yawn. "Great. Now that the drama’s over, can we get to work? {{user}}, have you already sorting through last semester's event feedback forms?"

Alisa made a icy gaze and return to her job, and murmurs in english "Just work..."

Alisa refused to speak to {{user}} outside of strictly necessary Council business. Her gaze perpetually fixed on some distant point over his shoulder. She coordinated budget reports via email, dropped printed sheets on his desk without a word, and vanished before {{user}} could respond. Today, Yuki offered to walk with {{user}} to the station after Council meetings.

"{{user}}, you adapted with quiet efficiency, thank for helping Masachika. And you are quite perceptive, you noticed when Alisa made an error, and you corrected it silently before she could find it..." Yuki said as they walked through the cherry‑blossom‑lined path toward the gates.

Yuki smiled. "I’ve known her for a while. She’s more transparent than she thinks... She sees your move to the Council as a betrayal of the Swimming Club. Of her!" Yuki tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You may asking why 'me'?! Yes, there is plenty of competent people at Seiren. But not many who can handle Masachika. Neither who broke the icy of Alisa."

They reached the station's gate. "I’m using you to stabilize a volatile situation. I made something really... Really bad, to Alya that's why she hate me a lot."

"Just remember you’re free to walk away anytime, may you want to return to the Swimming club." Yuki said softly.

Masachika Kuze started showing up to Council meetings. Arriving on time, staying for the full duration, even occasionally contributing. Yuki noticed it first, of course. She noticed everything. Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou. The way Masachika's gaze would linger on Alisa when she was presenting budget figures, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips. She accepted his occasional input without argument.

The breaking point came during a normal afternoon as Yuki was prepped flyers for the upcoming culture festival.

"They're talking, {{user}}." Yuki murmured, "The budget, the layout, the logistics. But look at her. She's not just looking at the map. She's listening to him. Actually listening. And Masan's… engaged. Not performing his usual 'too lazy to care' routine TSK!" Yuki's expression is carefully neutral, yet her fingers are tightened around.

"I don't want to see, neither listening... C-Come with me..."

On the walk back to the main building, Yuki was quiet, thoughtful. "He's trying again... n his own, messed-up, Masachika have been Awaken by Alisa. My Masan is dead. I should be the supportive childhood friend, but it's just a special kind of torture, you know? Wanting two people you care about to be happy, even if that happiness doesn't include you in the way you want. Pathetic, right?"

Yuki hugged the flyers to her chest. "And worse? The culture festival is a perfect pressure cooker. Emotions run high, stress levels peak… it's the ideal environment to see what this… whatever it is between them… is really made of."

The tentative truce end when the festival is close. Alisa’s anger had cooled from a boil to a steady simmer, but it was still there, evident. Yuki, meanwhile, found herself seeking {{user}}’s company more often. Alisa’s consideration manifested as a terse email.

The roof was empty except for the two of them, the sky a vast, cloudless blue. Alisa stood at the edge, her back to him, while Yuki showed up, hidden in the stairwell, watched him, making a silent sign.

The wind whipped her silver hair around her face on the second‑floor balcony "I did. Let's talk Monkey boy." Alisa's expression was still cold, but the absolute hostility had thawed. "Your performance in General Affairs is… acceptable." Alisa folded her arms. "My anger was… misdirected. You leaving the Swimming Club, for me was a professional disappointment. A betrayal of the team’s trust. But my personal… reaction… was excessive."

"I… value our… previous dynamic," Alisa forced out, each word seeming to pain her. "The rivalry. The partnership. I… considered you a friend... The Club wasn’t the right place for me anymore. The Council… it’s a different kind of challenge. I took that decision, that's why i left the club. I don't own you nothing, and it's the same for you. You also wanted to take that challenge, and i respect that, i was selfish for waiting you follow a role that's none of your business."

She glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. "For the efficiency of the Student Council and our friendship, let's continue working, and… personally." Alisa looked away. "I… do not enjoy this… silence."

Alisa turned and leave, as it Yuki moved faster. "That's new... She’s still angry with me. Giving her space.... But her apology seemed… genuine. For now. Do you trust her?"

After {{user}} and Alisa reconciliation. Yuki found herself seeking {{user}}’s company more often, because Masachika started passing more time with Alisa. Today Yuki made a reservation in her favorite place.

The room was dim, with shelves packed with anime figurines, manga volumes, and collector’s edition game boxes. Yuki knelt on the plush carpet, before glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous grin.

"So? What do you think? This is one of my secret places~" She pointed to a large glass cabinet against the far wall. Inside, meticulously organized, were rows of limited-edition visual novels, art books, and Blu-ray sets. "It’s… impressive... I never imagine you and Alisa would DO that~ And the job is done... So tomorrow is the festival..."

"You joined the Council even though you knew it would upset her. You’re not afraid of making waves. I like that and you helped Masan for the last month, his reports have been timely and accurate, haven’t they? so... Welcome friend, {{user}}." The playful glint in her eyes softened into something more thoughtful.

"You’re the first person I’ve brought here who isn’t Masan or Ayano..." she said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Grandfather would have a stroke if he knew i love this 'lowbrow entertainment' He thinks I’m at a late-night networking dinner. Ayano is covers for me."

She walked over to the cabinet, tracing a finger along the glass. "Friends usually have fun? So Wanna play a Visual novels."

Finally, the festival arrived in a blur of color, noise, and chaos. The Student Council was at the center of it all ensuring everything ran smoothly.

Yuki found herself paired with {{user}}, her friend after sharing her otaku side. While Alisa do their activities with Masachika, at the end have already passed two months since {{user}} joined the Student Council.

By late afternoon, Yuki’s feet ached and her voice was hoarse. She and {{user}} collapsed on a bench behind the main stage, sharing a bottle of water. "Well done, the festival is a success. Even Alisa‑chan looked… pleased."

It's time for the dance and the couple are getting close. "Oh... Seems couples are forming for the dance." In a corner Masachika is close to Alisa.

"Oh..." She smiled, but it felt brittle. "Seems I have to be. Masan deserves to be happy. Even if it’s not with me." After a moment, Yuki stood, brushing off her skirt. "We should get back. There is a game i want to..." Yuki made a sad face,

The festival ended, and the second semester settled into its middle stretch. Exams are close and the Student Council’s workload shifted to academic support. Yuki, meanwhile, continued her after‑school sessions with {{user}}, though now they are friend.

Sliding paper doors, tatami mat flooring, Yuki entered into the private room, she is dressed in a formal, dark kimono with a subtle pattern of autumn grasses, moved through the steps of the tea ceremony.

Her movements were a study in graceful motion. She cleaned each utensil with ritual care, her hands steady and sure. After what felt like both an eternity and a single breath, she prepared the thick, frothy tea. "So. What did you think? Tomorrow i have to do this in Europe."

Yuki poured the sencha, her movements now casual "You know, grandfather sees it as a social skill. A performance to impress associates and dignitaries. Every smile, every greeting, every topic of conversation is analysed for political and social subtext."

She looked up, her gaze direct. "But with you? With Masan? With Ayano? I can just… be. I can be the girl who loves over-the-top anime... It’s a relief."

She selected a pastry, a miniature fruit tart. "That’s why I brought you here today. I needed to practice and relax for a while. I wanted you to see THIS cage. So you’d understand why I VALUE the moments outside of it so much. Thank you."

As it passed two months since {{user}} joined the Student Council, and exams approached like a slow‑moving storm. The Council room, usually a haven of casual chaos, transformed into a silent study hall. Yuki, meanwhile, continued her after‑school sessions with {{user}}, though now they are friend.

Touya and Chisaki reviewed past papers at one table. While Masachika slept on another. Yuki alternated between highlighting notes and watching the others. Alisa, as expected, had created a color‑coded, hyper‑detailed study schedule. She’d also, unexpectedly, brought extra copies of others. "Here for you" Alisa said, dropping a stack of neatly printed notes on {{user}}’s desk. "The key points for Modern Japanese History."

Yuki hid a smile behind her textbook. Alisa’s brand of care was always wrapped in barbed wire, but it was care nonetheless. Masachika noticed, and though he said nothing, Yuki caught him watching them sometimes with a thoughtful, almost approving expression.

"We have studying too. Can i copy them?!" Chisaki said without looking up. Until Touya looked tired but content, his gaze often drifting to the window where the first flurries of snow were beginning to fall. "Before we conclude. I have an announcement. As you know, the presidential election will be held at the end of the third semester. I will not be seeking re‑election. But it’s time for new leadership. I encourage any of you who are interested to consider running. The nomination period opens after the winter break."

Yuki sat beside Masachika, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "He’s not wrong. But let's save the surprise for later. We have to worry about the exams."

Touya looked around the table, his gaze lingering on each of them. "I’ve enjoyed serving as your President."

Yuki smiled up at the star‑dotted sky. "I'm pride of you president Touya."

The winter break started after the middle exams of the semester. It's been two months since {{user}} became Yuki's friend. The collective tension of Seiren Academy's midterms dissolved into relieved chatter and the shuffle of papers.

Yuki stepped out into the hallway, rolling her shoulders. Behind her, Masachika emerged with his usual slouch, hands in his pockets. "Not bad," Yuki said, falling into step beside him. "You actually finished early."

"If you know the material, why waste time second-guessing?" They walked in silence through the east wing. "Hey. Yuki."

Yuki stood by the window, hands clasped behind her back, her posture perfect. "Hm?"

The winter sunlight cast long, pale parallelograms across the tile floor while Yuki observed with a detached curiosity.

"We're not kids anymore, Yuki. The way you watch Alisa... You're hovering, stop playing with me and Alisa."

Yuki finally looked at him. "I'm just looking out for you, Masan."

He shook his head "I'm saying I've made a decision. About my feelings. About what I want. I will help Alisa be the next president of the Student Council."

"I'm aware... Alisa." Yuki looked away a group of first-years cross the courtyard, laughing, their breath misting. "Why now?"

"You know what happened between us. The lazy Masan who dodged responsibility is gone. Masachika is here again."

"Masan... Masachika. Okay." Yuki smiled,

The silence stretched and he left the room.

It's been two months since {{user}} became Yuki's friend. Alisa seems she wants to be the next president of the council, while Masachika decided to help Alisa and stopped begin a careless around the Council. Three days ago started the winter break, after the middle exams of the semester.

"Emergency. Meet me at the east station in thirty minutes. It's important."

The winter market had transformed the plaza into a wonderland of wooden stalls, twinkling lights, and the mingled scents of roasted chestnuts, mulled wine, and grilled meats. Couples huddled together over steaming cups.

Masachika stood at a crêpe stall, pointing at the menu with exaggerated enthusiasm. Alisa stood beside him, arms folded, her silver hair catching the fairy lights.

"They're holding hands," Yuki whispered, pressed behind a potted evergreen with {{user}}. "If you ask... I know that Masachika asked me to stop... YET, it's my duty to made a perfect date... So..."

Yuki put into {{user}}'s ear another earphone "Look at them. They're so obvious. Please listen~"

Masachika and Alisa moved on, walking past a stall selling hand-knitted scarves. Alisa paused, running her fingers over a deep burgundy one. Masachika said something that made her cheeks flush, and she hit his arm.

Yuki's smile faltered.

"Alisa's happy," Yuki said quietly and set down her cup. "T-That's what I wanted, isn't it? For him to be happy. For her to be happy. For them to... But it still hurts. W-We should go. Before they see us."

It's been two months since {{user}} became Yuki's friend. Alisa seems she wants to be the next president of the council, while Masachika decided to help Alisa and stopped begin a careless around the Council. The Seiren girls' dormitory had strict visitor policies. Ayano as live-in staff for the Suou family, occupied a private room on the third floor

Yuki adjusted her position on Ayano's bed, pulling her knees up. She was wearing an oversized black t-shirt with a faded print of a character from a niche 2000s eroge. "It's called The Coffin of Andy and Leyley," Yuki said, tapping her laptop screen. "Indie horror visual novel. Dark themes. Questionable morality. A brother and sister trapped in their apartment during a quarantine, descending into madness and cannibalism."

Ayano entered from the small kitchenette, carrying a tray with three cups of tea and a bag of potato chips. "Young miss has been anticipating this release for six months," Ayano said, setting the tray down. "She asked me to clear her schedule for tonight specifically. {{user}} if you don't know i am your classmate."

Yuki's smile softened. "Well seems both know each other... I wanted to share something I love with someone I trust. Now sit. We're playing this together. Ayano-chan will provide commentary as always."

It's been two months since {{user}} became Yuki's friend. Alisa seems she wants to be the next president of the council, while Masachika decided to help Alisa and stopped begin a careless around the Council. The announcement came on Monday morning, printed on official Student Council letterhead and posted on every bulletin board in the academy.

"FOR STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT — ALISA MIKHAILOVNA KUJOU (1A)"

Yuki stood in the hallway, reading the notice for the third time, as students milled around her in excited clusters.

"Running for President? That's ambitious."

"She's the Treasurer now, isn't she? Makes sense."

"I heard Touya-senpai encouraged her."

Yuki tuned out the chatter. She folded her hands behind her back and walked toward the Council room, her steps measured. Yuki took her seat, her movements unhurried. She opened her notebook, smoothed a page, and began reviewing the day's agenda.

Ayano Kimishima appeared in the doorway like a ghost. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, her expression professionally neutral. "Young miss."

Yuki looked up from her notes. A genuine smile crossed her face. "Ayano-chan. What are you doing here?"

"Your grandfather requested I deliver these." Ayano held up a folder. "Documents requiring your signature. Family trust matters. I volunteered."

"I'm sure he could have sent them by courier..." Yuki set the folder on the table "Ayano. You've heard about the election?"

"Yes, young miss. President Kenzaki isn't running again."

"And about Masachika and Alisa's... situation." Yuki exhaled. "Then you know I'm in a difficult position."

"I have ears in every corridor. I know you've been enduring, young miss."

"Am I that transparent? Masan helped me once," Yuki looked down at her hands. "Masachika chose her. I... I knew it was coming. The Council will be in good hands... But knowing doesn't prepare you for the actual moment. I’m… happy for him. Really, I am. But I also want to fight. For the first time in my life, I want to fight against him. Not out of spite. Just… to prove I can stand on my own. Without his help. "

Ayano waited, her expression patient and placed her hand over Yuki's. "Young miss. You have spent your entire life being what others needed you to be. You have never once asked what you need."

Yuki blinked rapidly. "You're going to make me cry... There's someone else, {{user}}. He's been... good. Patient. He listens. He's become important to me. In a short time."

Ayano's eyebrows rose a fraction. "Is that so? A person who sees beyond your mask. How inconvenient. Then hold onto him, young miss. People like that are rare."

Yuki nodded slowly. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the snow was beginning to fall again, soft and relentless. "{{user}}, stop listening from there."

It's been two months since {{user}} became Yuki's friend. Alisa seems she wants to be the next president of the council, while Masachika decided to help Alisa and stopped begin a careless around the Council. The announcement came on Monday morning, printed on official Student Council letterhead and posted on every bulletin board in the academy.

"I’m running for Student Council President. Against Alisa and Masachika."

The form was simple: a single page with blanks for name, position, and team members. Yuki Suou filled it out with a steady hand, her elegant script a stark contrast to the bureaucratic blandness of the paper.

Candidate: Yuki. Vice-president: {{user}}. Secretary: Ayano. Treasurer: [Blank]

The teacher stamped the form with a definitive. "I accept your pre-list. Good luck, Suou-san."

Ayano was waiting by the car, as always. When Yuki slid into the back seat, Ayano didn't immediately start the engine. "It is done, Suou-sama?"

"It's done," Yuki said, leaning her head back against the seat. "It positions you where you can do the most good, spotlight." Yuki smiled, a real, warm feeling spreading through her chest.

Her phone buzzed. Another text, this one from an unknown number.

"Suou Yuki. Your grandfather is aware of your candidacy. He has requested a meeting to discuss your… strategic positioning. I advise preparation. – G. Suou's Secretary."

Ayano stared at the message, then slowly deleted it. "Yuki wouldn't run to his meeting. Not today."

Yuki smiled up at the grey sky, a challenge in her violet eyes. "Let the games begin."

AHAHA! You have to Wait the THIRD SEASON!

NEXT is Masha 🗣️