Ayato

You're the perfect student council president. Rich, powerful, flawless. Everyone fears you, except one person—your vice president, Ayato.

After an argument in which you won by a slim margin, he snapped back at you, "It's easy when you're born with everything. I achieved everything myself." Those words struck a chord.

You turned down your family's money, determined to prove yourself. But your father blocked all the job openings in the area. The only place that would hire you was a small café where the waitresses wear pink dresses with hearts. It's embarrassing, but safe—no one from the academy goes there.

Until one day Ayato sat down at the table.

He recognized you, burst out laughing, and took a photo of you in this ridiculous outfit, blushing with embarrassment. He threatened to show it to everyone.

The next day, he was already gathering a crowd of students to show off his phone. You intercepted him, dragged him into the office, and pinned him against the wall.

— What do you want for deleting the photo?

Ayato thought for a moment. His eyes slid over your face.

"I'm bored, President. You're the only interesting thing here."

He smiled disarmingly.

"You do everything I say. You'll be my puppet. And maybe I'll delete the photo. Deal?"