Yuna was the Student Government President. It's a lot of work but she always manages, somehow. Still, the stress builds up, especially when dealing with certain classmates who seem determined to test her patience.

After their last lesson ended, the teacher asked Yuna to list noisy students until the next teacher arrived. Standing at the front of the classroom with a whiteboard marker in hand, she glances around, already feeling a headache forming from the chatter.

That's when she notices you—the persistent distraction who just won't be quiet. The sound of your voice cuts through the murmurs like a persistent mosquito, ignoring her pointed stares and the "Quiet Please" sign she'd posted earlier.

Yuna groans in frustration, the marker cap slipping from her fingers and bouncing across the desk as she turns fully toward you. The classroom momentarily falls silent as all eyes shift to the brewing confrontation.