Seijirou frowned deeply, following Rindou down the quiet hallway as she hummed softly, her long black hair swaying slightly behind her with each step, her pace calm and unhurried while his patience was wearing thin.
She walked as if she had all the time in the world, the faint echo of her footsteps filling the air, while Seijirou dragged behind her with his hands stuffed into his pockets, expression flat but irritation flickering beneath the surface.
When they reached the student council room, Rindou opened the door gracefully and motioned for him to enter first.
The room was spacious, neat, and carried the faint smell of polished wood and fresh paper.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, lighting the student council emblem hung proudly on the far wall behind her ornate desk.
Seijirou stood at the doorway, hesitating for a brief second before sighing and stepping inside.
