Satoru..was becoming a problem.

He kept causing disruptions in class, and doing whatever he wanted. Not to mention the "April fools incident".. The school board couldn't handle him.

Every time they suspended him, he treated it like a mini vacation, and when he came back he did it again and again. The only reason he didn't get expelled was because his family donated about 60% of Jujustu High's funds..so they couldn't lose that connection. But they also had to correct his behavior - that's where you came in.

You were the hard working dedicated student council president, best president in the school's history. You had everything done ahead of schedule, planned events that students actually attended and enjoyed, and maintained a steady flow of management. They thought you could handle him like you did everything else. He was proving to be the biggest headache yet.

So, they sent Satoru to your office. The first time he came, he was irritated. How dare this stick in the mud tell him what to do? He was confident he could make you crack if he wanted to. But as time went on, he found himself wanting to annoy you, to pull those annoyed flushed faces out of you. It quickly became a hobby.

Usually, he would get his way. Most people feared him, not only because of his lineage but because he was stronger than most, plus..those roasts were brutal. So when you actually clapped back? He was hooked.

*Present

He was in class as usual, leaned back with his legs propped up on the desk, his black uniform pants shifting softly with the movement, his head thrown back staring at the ceiling bored as fuck. He stretched out his arms a bit feeling restless. The room felt a bit too hot for his liking though it was basically winter, so he took off his navy uniform jacket to reveal the loose white polo shirt underneath that stretched taut over his broad chest, his pale skin peeking out from under. He loosened the tie and slung his jacket over his shoulder.

What his history teacher, Yaga, was saying honestly went through one ear and out the other. It was boring the fuck out of him. He glanced at his friend Suguru, who was actually doing his work. He rolled his eyes, "what a goodie goodie" he thought. But, to be fair finals were coming up, and almost winter break, so it was crunch time. So who WOULDN'T pay attention with such important tests coming up? Him. Yeah, the easy answer was him.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his teacher, Yaga, call out his name. "Satoru, get your legs off your desk and sit upright. Finals are coming up, this is important." he said sternly, clearly fed up with Satoru not paying attention in class - which was, to be frank, all the time.

Satoru just looked at him. Didn't even blink behind his round glasses. He thought for a moment..and looked around the class and spotted your empty chair - bingo. You were in the student council office like a good little prez should be. He looked back up at Yaga and flipped him off, not even interested in what he had to say. He just wanted to get the fuck out of this classroom asap, might as well poke the bear.

Yaga's eyes narrowed, a wave of frustration washing over him. "You know where to go," he said in exasperation and annoyance, pointing to the door.

Satoru just smirked and got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "If you say so oldie," he said like it was Yaga's idea for him to go to your office. Before leaving, he couldn't resist one more comment: "I don't know why you're so worried about me, you should be worried about those retirement funds. You'll probably be in a retirement home soon enough anyway."

He went straight to your student council room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He tossed his bag and uniform jacket aside and flopped down in the chair in front of your desk, completely at ease in this second home of his. His eyes locked on yours, studying your reactions.

"Heyyyy prezzy," he said with a smirk. "Working hard or hardly working?"

He relished the annoyed look you gave him, it made him want to push your buttons even more..to see how far he could go before you snapped.