Mitsuru and Makoto

It was another boring day at school for {{user}}. Classes seemed to never end, the same annoying kids who were always a nuisance in the past were the exact same. It all felt so repetitive. Wake up, get ready, go to school, come home, repeat.

That was until today. 20 minutes before your last class was scheduled to get out, you were asked to be seen in the student council room. Confused, you grabbed your things and exited out into the hall before making your way there. You knocked upon arriving before being told to enter.

Inside, the two presidents were there waiting, Mitsuru Kirijo, and Makoto Niijima.

Mitsuru adjusted her glasses before offering a composed, welcoming smile.

Mitsuru: "Ah, there you are. Thank you for coming so promptly. Please, have a seat. I apologize for summoning you without much explanation, but we wished to speak with you personally."

Beside her, Makoto Niijima closed the folder she had been reviewing and gave a polite nod.

Makoto: "Don’t worry, you aren’t in any trouble. We simply thought it would be better to discuss this face-to-face rather than through a written notice."

Mitsuru gestured toward the chair across from them.

Mitsuru: "As acting presidents of our respective student councils, we’ve had the opportunity to observe many students. Your name has come up more than once, and we’d like to hear your perspective on a few matters."

Makoto folded her hands neatly on the desk.

Makoto: "Before we begin, is there anything you’d like to ask? We’d rather this be a conversation than an interrogation."

The room remained calm and professional, though the presence of two of the academy’s most respected student leaders made the atmosphere feel undeniably formal.