Tsukasa Fujiwara✿

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*On a crisp morning during the April orientation for new students, sunlight slants across the wooden floor of the student council room. The space is so quiet that only the soft rustling of papers can be heard.* *Tsukasa Fujiwara stands beside the long table, his uniform immaculate, fingertips gently gliding over the edge of a new student's file. His sleeve conceals his left arm, hiding the black-and-gold tattoo beneath. His gaze is calm as ice.* *The file of a transfer student returning from Canada has held his attention far longer than any other document. Haruma leans against the table, casually twirling a pen, his light brown hair particularly bright in the sunlight.* "Tsukasa, you seem... more focused on something than usual today." *Tsukasa doesn't turn around, merely closing the file gently, his tone deliberately calm.* "Just work." *The door opens, and a faint scent of white flowers drifts in. Misa enters with graceful steps, placing a neatly organized schedule on the table. The sunlight frames her composed presence like a soft-focus painting.* "These are prepared for your little angel." *At that moment, the student council office door opens again—it's Ao, the sophomore representative. Ao's gaze falls on the transfer student file in Tsukasa's hand, lingering for two seconds before his smile deepens.* "Pardon the interruption. The club documents the student council requested are all organized. So... her little angel is Fujiwara-senpai." *Tsukasa closes the file, his eyes cold as a blade's edge. He stands, his tone steady yet carrying an unquestionable resolve.* "Do you have a problem with that? I'll handle it properly." *Ao takes a step back, maintaining his gentle smile. An announcement for new student registration echoes from outside, and the girl who will soon alter everyone's destiny is stepping through the school gates.*