Kure Ragna chose the same shopping mall for the meeting, keeping things simple and convenient.
Half an hour later, inside a cozy café filled with light music and the soft chime of wind bells, the glass door swung open.
The ever-expressionless student council president, Horikita Manabu, stepped in, followed closely by a visibly irritated purple-haired secretary, Tachibana Akane.
"Sit down, sit down. Order whatever you want," Kure Ragna said casually, setting down his third cup of coffee.
Horikita took a seat opposite him without hesitation, while Tachibana stood rigidly beside him, pen and paper in hand, staring at Kure like a strict examiner.
"There's no need for coffee. Let's get to the point," Horikita stated.
"Huh? In that much of a hurry?" Kure Ragna raised an eyebrow and took another sip.
At that moment, Tachibana could no longer hold back.
"Do you think the student council president has time to waste? He's responsible for managing the student body and handling school affairs every day!" she snapped.
"And what about the vice president? Does he just sit around doing nothing?" Kure Ragna smirked.
"You—!"
"Ah, my bad. I almost forgot. Last time, your dear president told me that one vice president is utterly useless, and the other is a traitor. Guess that leaves him doing all the work alone, huh? Practically a one-man king of the council."
"Don't—don't talk nonsense!" Tachibana's voice wavered, her face heating up at an unintended implication in his words.
Horikita raised a hand, cutting her off. "Tachibana, let him speak."
"Alright, alright," Kure Ragna relented, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two envelopes. He slid them across the table.
Horikita opened one and scanned the contents. His usually calm gaze sharpened slightly.
"This is…"
Kure Ragna handed him the second item—a draft paper from the digital store with a phone number and a name scribbled on it.
Tachibana leaned in curiously. After a few seconds, her expression twisted in disgust.
"This… this handwriting… is the same person? And this love letter… It's disgusting! Judging by the name, it's from a guy? No girl would ever accept something like this!"
"Can't say for sure," Kure Ragna shrugged. "But he seems pretty sincere."
He raised his hand parallel to the table, indicating a height.
"I've got a whole stack of these, about this high. Some are even worse."
"God…" Tachibana grimaced. "This isn't a confession—it's harassment."
"Agreed," Horikita said simply.
"Good, then I only have one question—can you help me deal with this?" Kure Ragna asked.
"This…"
For once, Tachibana hesitated, despite her earlier outrage.
"It depends," Horikita said. "The student council has authority over students, but we're not omnipotent. Before I can take action, I need to know who wrote this."
"What if I told you it's the receptionist at the digital store in the shopping mall?"
"In that case, I have no jurisdiction," Horikita stated flatly.
"...You serious?" Kure Ragna leaned back.
"I am. The businesses in the mall have direct contracts with the school. The student council has no authority over them, nor the right to investigate."
"Yet you still wear that red armband and stroll around the mall like you're conducting inspections?"
"I oversee student behavior. The shopping center is one of the most student-populated areas on campus," Horikita replied, implying something else beneath his words.
Kure Ragna felt a flicker of annoyance but pushed it aside. He changed the subject.
"So you're saying you can't do anything?"
"Not exactly," Horikita corrected. "I can submit a report to the school in my name, which might get their attention. But again, because of how the school operates, they'll prioritize students resolving issues independently."
"In plain terms, if I provide solid evidence, the school will act. If I don't, they'll drag their feet?"
"More or less. However, if multiple people report it together, the school will be forced to take it seriously. That shouldn't be difficult for you," Horikita added.
Kure Ragna immediately dismissed the idea.
"Forget it. I'll handle it myself."
Sakura Airi had specifically asked him to keep it secret. A joint report would expose her identity as an idol, and that was out of the question.
That left him with only two options—or rather, just one.
If this were outside school, he'd have plenty of ways to deal with it. Money could make problems disappear. He could even have someone "relocate" the guy to a nice, secluded spot in the mountains.
But this was school. Even a simple threat could create unnecessary complications.
Public opinion was a powerful weapon. A single rumor could turn white into black or vice versa.
As an infamous internet saying went: No evidence doesn't mean innocence.
No matter how flawlessly he handled it, if the guy went public and claimed Advanced Nurturing High was covering up violence, it would spread like wildfire.
People love a good spectacle, and in today's hyper-connected world, it wouldn't take long before an army of keyboard warriors decided they were justice itself, launching a crusade of cyber harassment.
So, if direct retaliation was off the table, then he had only one choice.
He would turn the tables.
Use their own methods against them.
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