Accidentally Catching the Student Council President Domestic Violence Against His Sister?

After seeing Karuizawa Kei off, Tatsuya Sakuya did not head straight back to the dormitory.

Having eaten his fill, Tatsuya Sakuya planned to take a walk to digest his food.

Tatsuya Sakuya strolled aimlessly along the path.

In his mind, he was pondering the future situation.

With the point distribution date of May 1st approaching, time was running out.

Those defenseless idiots in Class 1-D were still eating, drinking, and having fun as usual, unaware that danger was not far from them.

Once Class 1-D's class points dropped to zero, he could make a slight move to raise the class points, accomplishing a big goal with minimal effort.

Ahead, the vending machine emitted a cold, pale blue light in the dim night.

Tatsuya Sakuya stopped in his tracks, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and tapped it against the smart sensor area.

Beep.

Along with the deduction of one hundred and forty points, a can of iced BOSS black coffee clattered down.

Tatsuya Sakuya bent over to retrieve the coffee.

The very moment he raised his head, his peripheral vision caught sight of the deepest, shadiest part of the tree line beside a nearby bench, past the side of the vending machine.

A figure was sitting quietly there.

The posture was upright, the gaze hollow; in the middle of the night, anyone who didn't know better would have thought a ghost had appeared.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

A true monster really always liked to hide in the most unassuming corners.

Tatsuya Sakuya muttered inwardly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bought another can of black coffee.

Holding the two cans of iced black coffee, Tatsuya Sakuya walked straight toward Ayanokouji's direction.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka in the shadows quietly watched Tatsuya Sakuya approach.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Tatsuya Sakuya's tone was natural as he casually handed over the can of iced coffee in his left hand.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka reached out and caught it.

"Thanks."

His voice was calm, without any panic or surprise at being disturbed, as if everything was preordained.

Tatsuya Sakuya sat down smoothly on the other end of the bench.

Man, this is bitter.

He took a sip of the coffee, the bitter taste spreading across the tip of his tongue and making his brain increasingly alert.

"This afternoon in Chabashira-sensei's office..."

Tatsuya Sakuya spoke casually.

"I heard something very interesting about you."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's fingers holding the coffee paused imperceptibly at the edge of the can.

If one didn't observe closely, it was almost impossible to catch.

Yet for Tatsuya Sakuya, who constantly kept his eyes on him, this fleeting micro-action was enough to prove many things.

Sure enough, this guy wasn't indifferent to everything.

Tatsuya Sakuya turned his head, looking sideways at Ayanokouji's still expressionless face.

"Chabashira-sensei said your entrance exam scores were all identical."

"Every single subject was fifty points."

"If getting fifty points in one or two subjects is a coincidence, but scoring strictly fifty across the board—should we call that control? Or intentional?"

"And what about the previous physical fitness test, Ayanokouji-kun? Did you intentionally lose to me then?"

"Such a probability, Ayanokouji-kun, is probably lower than winning the lottery, wouldn't you say?"

Faced with this straight-to-the-point attack that could easily make someone break out in a cold sweat, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka responded blandly.

"It was just luck."

Tatsuya Sakuya had no intention of aggressively pressing the issue further.

"Rest assured, I'm not Chabashira-sensei, and I have no interest in other people's secrets."

Tatsuya Sakuya shook the coffee can in his hand.

"Speaking of which, it's been almost a month since enrollment. Have you made any friends at school, Ayanokouji-kun?"

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka fell silent for a moment.

"No. I'm a recluse, and I'm not good at handling interpersonal relationships, so I don't have any friends."

"That's perfect. I'll be your first friend. You won't turn me down, right?"

"Let's be friends."

Tatsuya Sakuya looked straight into Ayanokouji's eyes.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was thinking rapidly inside.

Rejecting Tatsuya Sakuya meant potentially incurring his hostility or even having the secret of his score-control exposed. After thinking it over carefully:

"Then I'll take Tatsuya-kun as my first friend."

An intelligence channel between the two strongest individuals in Class 1-D was officially established at this moment.

Tatsuya Sakuya casually added:

"Right, I heard there's going to be a class representative election next month. I hope you'll vote for me then."

"Of course, if you're also interested in running, I'll vote for you without hesitation."

A rare trace of helplessness tinged Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's voice:

"Count me out. I'm a recluse, and I don't want to deal with too much trouble."

"How about a walk together?"

Tatsuya Sakuya prepared to invite Ayanokouji to take a walk with him and discuss life.

"No, I just remembered I have something to take care of. I need to head back to the dorm."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka casually found an excuse to decline the invitation and left.

Tatsuya Sakuya walked to the end of the path.

Deep within the tree-lined area, it was pitch dark.

Aided by the faint distant light, Tatsuya Sakuya clearly saw two figures in the clearing among the trees.

One of those figures was Horikita Suzune.

At this very moment, however, Horikita Suzune was entirely devoid of her usual aloofness and conceit.

Her spine was hunched, her fingers gripping the lower hem of her clothes tightly, not daring to face the boy opposite her.

As for the boy standing opposite her, he was tall, dressed in an exquisite student council uniform, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, exuding an intense aura.

Class 3-A, Student Council President, Horikita Manabu.

Horikita Suzune's older brother.

At this moment, Horikita Manabu looked down condescendingly at his younger sister, radiating a suffocating, dimensional-reduction oppressive force from head to toe.

Horikita Manabu spoke:

"Suzune, I didn't expect you to actually follow me here."

"I am no longer that useless person I used to be. I... I came here simply to follow in my brother's footsteps..."

"Follow me?"

"I heard you were assigned to Class 1-D. Truly, just like a few years ago, you haven't made any progress at all."

"There must be some mistake the school made. I will rise to Class A immediately and prove it to you, Brother."

"Impossible. Drop out, Suzune. You lack the ability to rise to Class A. It seems you still don't understand this school."

"I will absolutely, positively rise to Class A and personally prove it to you, Brother."

"You can't even admit your own incompetence. Being assigned to Class 1-D is the best proof of your ability."

"That's impossible. I will definitely make it to Class A."

"Utterly foolish. Just like in the past, let me let you taste some hardship."

"You don't have the ability to make it to Class A, and you'll even drag your class down. Prepare yourself."

Horikita Manabu's words were like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly striking at Horikita Suzune's fragile dignity.

Faced with the unbeatable, absolute might and pressure coming from her own biological brother, Horikita Suzune even lost the instinct to evade danger.

She despairingly closed her eyes, waiting for the storm to arrive.

"Stop!"