I woke up early today at 4 a.m.
After finishing my daily training, workout sessions, and other morning routines, I got ready for school.
Then, I left for Shuchi'in Academy by limousine.
This is the reason I had to wake up so early—since Sebas would never allow me to go to high school by myself.
Shuchi'in Academy is an elite school for the children of Japan's upper-class families and bureaucrats.
However, recently, it came under fire for accusations of elitism—mainly because the school has such a small student body made up entirely of wealthy families.
To address this, the government decided to merge Shuchi'in with several nearby high schools, such as Fushikawa, in order to erase doubts and maintain transparency.
It's been a year since the merge, and no major complications have arisen from it.
Truthfully, he never wanted to be the student council president. But somehow, he became quite popular—not just because of his background, but because he remained neutral and friendly toward everyone.
Due to this body's natural kindness, he was eventually nominated. And with their overwhelming support, he won the election by a large margin even against someone like kaguya.
As I was thinking about all this, I arrived outside my new classroom—Class 2-A.
I had already received the class information beforehand, one of the small perks of being the student council president.
It seemed I was the first one to arrive, since the classroom was completely empty.
I glanced at the clock—7:00 a.m. Exactly.
Normally, high school in Japan starts around 8:30, so aside from a few early birds, most students wouldn't start showing up until about 8:00 to 8:15.
And the best part is that high school in Japan only runs until 3 p.m. in the afternoon.
After that, students either head to their respective clubs or go straight home if they don't have any club activities.
Well, if you're part of the "go-home club," you get to leave early every day.
Since nobody was here yet, I got to choose my seat first.
Naturally, I went for the so-called "protagonist seat"—the window seat in the back on the left side of the classroom. I wanted to test whether it was really special or not.
Well, turns out it is. It's perfect for staring out the window without getting caught.
Five out of five stars for convenience. No drama.
I began browsing the internet, watching a few funny shorts to pass the time.
Before long, students started to arrive. Although this was a new class and several of them were unfamiliar to me, each one still greeted me politely.
I'm not bragging or anything but, this was to be expected. As the student council president already in my first year, I was already a well-known figure. For high school students in Japan, it is customary to know who holds that position.
Well, not for long though—just this month. The elections for the next student council president start right the next month after the new year, and honestly, I still haven't decided whether I should run.
See, the old Alex would've just nodded along and gone with whatever people pushed onto him. But the new me? I've learned the art of saying "nah, my comfort comes first." A very important survival skill, by the way.
That being said… I don't actually mind being president. I mean, it's not like Sebas would ever let me join the glorious "go-home club."
Not that he forces me, of course. It's just… he genuinely wishes I'd make some good friends and spend time with them like a normal teenager. And honestly, how could I say no to him? The guy's been far too loyal to me—sometimes I feel like denying his wish would be more sinful than skipping exams.
And since I don't have any hobbies that scream "join this club or perish," I might as well sit on the throne of the council again.
And no, I swear—this has nothing to do with trying to annoy Kaguya. Okay fine, maybe a little. She did challenge me after all, declaring that next time she'll become the president and force me into the vice president's chair. Bold words, Shinomiya. Bold words.
So right now I'm undecided. Do I step aside gracefully? Or do I crush her dreams just for the comedic payoff? {a/n: you'll be the one deciding, comment your opinion}.
As I was lost in thought, I noticed someone staring at me a little too much. I looked up—ah, speak of the devil. And here she was: Kaguya, in the flesh. Still carrying that frosty, icy expression like always.
Alex: "What are you doing here, aunty? This isn't your class. Your class is 2-B."
The moment I said that, her expression grew even colder, as if the temperature in the room had just dropped by ten degrees.
Kaguya: "I'm here to remind you of our challenge. And stop calling me 'aunty.'"
Unfazed, I simply replied with a smirk: "Sure thing, aunty."
Her face frosted over even more, so much so that half the class started shivering. Honestly, if looks could kill, I'd be a frozen popsicle by now.
God, I love teasing her frosty face. The more she glares at me, the more I feel like poking the iceberg just to see if it cracks.
Seriously, it's addictive—like pushing a big red button that says Do Not Press.
Annoyed she finally stormed out of my class, icy aura blasting everywhere like an air conditioner set to "Arctic."
Don't misunderstand—I don't tease her because I dislike her.
On the contrary, I do it out of respect.
After all, she's technically my aunt, seniority-wise.
And in Japanese culture, one must always honor their elders.
So naturally… I show my respect by teasing her relentlessly.
Because what could be more respectful than poking your elder until they're fuming like an active volcano?
After she left, I glanced around the room and noticed a few familiar faces.
Still, I decided to leave them be since I didn't know them that well.
The only exception was Hayasaka Ai, who had just walked in.
Right now, she was carrying a kind of "hot girl" or gyaru vibe.
I had to admit—she disguised herself really well in her role.