❝This is our aquarium, in which fishes, each differing from height and strength are living in harmony. Some small fishes manage to eat up the bigger ones from time to time, but never forget that I am the shark ruling over this ocean.❞ -Matsuno Osoma...
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Choromatsu walks into the student council office with his head kept low. Except for the president, the others already are in the office, each off doing their things.
For instance, Ichimatsu is crouched near the door as he's feeding his kitten. Karamatsu is admiring himself in his pocket mirror, as always. Jyushimatsu is having a friendly chat with his brother Todomatsu, leaving the girls chat between them. All heads turn Choromatsu's way when he walks in like a lifeless corpse.
"Look who's there." Hashimoto comments sourly.
"Choromatsu..." Homura gently breaths out.
"Hey, feel no pity towards him." Hashimoto gives her a kind and weak punch on her shoulder. "He tried destroying me despite being a huge fan of me."
Choromatsu ignores their little chat the best he can and heads into the back office to collect his belongings. He opens the cracking door and sighs before walking in. He falls onto the seat and opens each drawer.
The last drawer actually had only a portable computer in it that contained every detail there is to know about every single student at the academy. And although the computer belongs to Choromatsu, he has to leave it here because transferring the data would be too much work and as a former student council member, he's not even allowed to touch it anymore.
He reluctantly leaves it be.
The top drawer doesn't have any personal belongings in it, only office necessities like sheets of paper, envelopes, a pair of scissors and so on. He sees no need in bringing those with him.
The middle drawer contains more important stuff. More like, it contains at least one important object belonging to each student council member.
He rummages through them and pulls out a familiar neon stick. However, from the corner of his eyes, he notices another of his belongings.
His brooch.
He frowns. Why would Osomatsu put his brooch in a place that obvious?
He hesitates.
His love for idols or his identity?
Actually, he should just leave both here since both have been stampled on and dirtied.
That's right. Choromatsu still has no idea who cornered him. Because even though he knows very well that he'd been capable of doing such thing out of jealousy, his statement won't change: he's not the culprit. He hasn't ripped that fan letter.
Choromatsu isn't dumb enough to not know it has to be a student council member, because who else?
But he hasn't enough evidences that majorly points to one peculiar person.
Anger bubbles up again inside of him. He picks up both objects, stuffs them in his pockets and storms out of the office.
He slams the door closed behind him and stomps into the main area with his head held high this time.
