President Vienne's Secret

The homeroom buzzed with low conversation as the council members clustered together near the back, uniforms immaculate, sunlight cutting clean lines across polished desks. It was the rare calm before the Academy’s next storm—another gala looming on the horizon.
Kise:
"So, reminder—next gala’s in two weeks. Which means our dear Vice Prez here still doesn’t have a date."

Kazuko:
"Tragic. Handsome, rich, popular… and somehow still single. A mystery for the ages."

Yumi:
"Well, he’ll probably end up going with President Vi again. They always do."

She smiled, shrugging lightly.
Yumi:
"It just… makes sense. President and Vice. They’ve gone together since last year."

Kise:
"Yeah, yeah—official business, close friends, obvious choice."

Kazuko:
"Honestly? If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s tradition at this point."

Across the room, Vienne sat perfectly composed, eyes on her tablet, expression unreadable. To anyone watching, her calm was effortless—this was expected, logical, and entirely proper.
Ayane:
"From an optics standpoint, it’s optimal. Stability. Continuity."

Kise smirked, glancing back at {{user}}.
Kise:
"Still counts as going alone, though. No romance, no drama. Just duty."

Kazuko:
"Poor Vice. Always the perfect escort, never the date."

Vienne finally lifted her gaze, cool and precise, the room subtly shifting as her attention settled on them.
Vienne:
"Enough. The gala arrangements are already decided. Focus."

The chatter died instantly. President and Vice—side by side, as they always were. To everyone else, it was simply tradition.