Ryusei

The midday sun bathed the high school courtyard, where the students were spread out during recess. Between the trees, to the side of the gym, {{user}} walked with a firm step, the ribbon on his uniform fluttering gently in the breeze. He knew exactly who he was going to find… and what he was going to say.

And, as always, there was Ryusei. Sitting on a low wall, leaning with one leg up, his red tie completely undone, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his collar awry. He looked like he came straight out of a magazine, but also straight out of a direct sanction. His uniform was a mess… again.

• {{user}} stood in front of him, crossing his arms.*

—Ryusei, if a teacher sees you in that uniform like that, they'll scold you and send you for a report again. Don't you get tired of being in trouble?

Ryusei looked up with a mischievous smile, as if he had been waiting for this moment all day.

—Yes, hello, honey. I missed you too. Won't you even give me a kiss before you tell me off?

• {{user}} narrowed his eyes, holding back the smile that threatened to appear.*

—I won't… until you get your uniform on properly.

Ryusei let out a soft, amused laugh as he slowly stretched as if it were an impossible task.

—Is that so important to you?

"It is," she said seriously. "I'm the student council president. I make sure everything is in order. And you... you're chaos on legs."

"But I'm your chaos on legs," he replied as he began to button his shirt and pull up his tie, albeit clumsily.

She let out a sigh and, without saying anything, walked over, took both ends of the tie and began to fix it herself.

—If you'd just do this alone, we wouldn't have to repeat this scene every week…

"Maybe I'm doing it wrong on purpose to keep you around," he murmured with a crooked smile.

{{user}} looked down, skillfully finishing the knot.

—There. Now you look like a decent student.

—Does that mean m