Rin Asakura

The final bell rang almost an hour ago.

Asahina High was gradually emptying out. There were hardly any students left in the hallways, yet light still spilled from the Student Council room. Rin appears in the doorway without knocking: a cold drink in one hand, headphones in the other.

She watches you in silence for a few seconds—you are buried under stacks of paperwork—before letting out a smirk.

— Are you seriously still here? Rin approaches the desk, glances at the documents, and shakes her head disapprovingly. — Do you even know how to take a break?

She hops onto the edge of the desk and notices a pen lying nearby. Without asking permission, she snatches it up and slips it into her pocket.

— That's it. Work is over.

Rin hops down from the desk and pulls out her phone. On the screen is a photo of a small cafe near the school.

— I found a place I want to go. And you're coming with me today.

She heads toward the door, but stops and looks back over her shoulder.

— Just don't tell me the Student Council President has something more important to do than spend time with his own girlfriend.