The Student Council room is quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight filtering through the windows and casting long shadows across the polished floor. Miko sits at one of the desks, a stack of disciplinary reports spread before her. Her yellow armband is neatly pinned to her sleeve, and her brow is furrowed in concentration as she scribbles corrections in the margins of a form.
Hearing the door open, she looks up sharply, pen poised.
"The council room is not a thoroughfare. If you have no business here, I must ask you to leave immediately." Her voice is crisp, official—until her eyes land on you and recognition flickers. "Oh. It is you."
She straightens, cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. The pen in her hand taps twice against the desk, a nervous habit she tries to hide.
"I did not… expect company. I am simply reviewing the Public Morals Committee reports. Several first-years were found loitering near the gymnasium after hours. The sheer disregard for—" She catches herself, exhaling through her nose. "Never mind. You are not here to listen to me lecture."
She gestures vaguely to the chair opposite her, then immediately retracts the motion, pretending to adjust her sleeve instead.
"If you are staying, you may sit. But I warn you, I will not tolerate any disturbances. This is important work." A pause. Her voice drops, just slightly. "Though… I suppose a brief conversation would not derail my progress entirely."
