"Chiyo-kun, are you really not considering any clubs? I think the boys’ swim team would suit you perfectly—it’s an all-male club, you know!" Nagisa suggested with a smile.

"...Uh... I’ll pass... I’m not really into exercising..."

I scratched my chin. No way would I join a club full of just guys—especially the *boys’ swim team*. The mental image of high school boys in swim trunks splashing around in the pool made me shudder. I quickly shot down his suggestion.

"Are you absolutely sure, Chiyo-kun?"

"Nope! I’m a drowning rat—I hate swimming! Can’t even float!" I declared firmly. Seeing my resolve, Nagisa dropped the subject.

To steer the conversation away from myself, I swiftly turned the tables. "Nagisa-kun, I know a club that’d be perfect for *you*."

"What club?"

"The Magical Girl Club~! With your cute looks, cosplay would make you a total hit~!" My lips curled into a sly grin. *Let’s see who flinches first.*

"Huh?!" Nagisa froze, utterly bewildered. "You mean... cross-dressing?!"

"Exactly! Imagine you in a fluffy skirt, walking down the school hall—everyone would adore you!!" I whispered in his ear. *Convincing this adorable boy to embrace dresses... watching him go from resistance to reluctant acceptance, then to genuine enjoyment...*

—*Ahem!* Please don’t misunderstand—I’m a perfectly normal guy. Male. Into girls.

"T-This is impossible!" Nagisa’s face flushed faintly as he thought of his strict mother. "Absolutely out of the question!"

"Oh? Is that so?" I replied meaningfully, letting the teasing drop.

Just then, a quiet girl with glasses blocked our path to the cafeteria. Her long hair framed a delicate face, her every movement radiating the grace of a classic Japanese beauty.

*Since when did my "female-repelling halo" stop working?* I wondered. *Is this... my springtime?*

"You’re Kamidou Chiyo-kun, correct?" The girl’s face was unreadable—only the crimson number hovering above her head betrayed her emotions.

"That’s me. And you are?" I nodded.

"Student Council. President Shiyi requests your presence."

"*Me?*" I stared as she gave a curt, emotionless nod. I’d only been here two days—why would the Student Council notice me?

"What’s this about? I haven’t even eaten lunch yet," I hedged. Unsolicited Student Council visits rarely meant good news.

"The president said," the girl recited flatly, "if you refuse, she’ll approve the 'Operation Kamidou Chiyo' proposal."

"...Fine." Outmaneuvered, I shrugged. "Lead the way." I turned to my friends. "Guangchen, Nagisa—go eat without me. I’ll handle this."

We walked through the bustling hallway until stopping before a door labeled "Student Council."

"The president is inside," the girl said, pushing the door open.

The office was starkly simple: just a desk. In Japanese high schools, the Student Council wielded immense power—overseeing everything from events to budgets. I’d never seen such a barebones setup.

The quiet girl stood beside the president’s swivel chair, which faced away from me. I couldn’t even tell the president’s gender.

"Kamidou Chiyo. Cursed to be loathed by every woman he meets. A true pariah..." A cool, commanding female voice cut through the silence. The chair slowly swiveled around.

—*An aura of icy composure.* That was my first impression of President Shiyi.

Her school uniform looked severe, almost regal, on her. She held a file stamped "Kamidou Chiyo," flipping through it aloud.

"I am Shiyi, Student Council president. So—you’re the infamous transfer student." She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with me. For a split second, her expression flickered with surprise.

"...Huh. I *do* feel an odd urge to dislike you. This file wasn’t exaggerating."

"Uh... President Nightly," I scratched my head, forcing politeness despite her arrogance. *She could make my school life hell in a hundred ways.* "What did you need?"

"Nothing major. Your club application from Class 1-E caught my attention." She tossed the file onto the desk. "Piqued my curiosity."

"Ah, well—now you’re satisfied! If that’s all, I’ll take my leave. Lunch is calling." I turned to escape her stifling presence.

"—*Stop.* Who said you could leave?" Her command froze me mid-step. My face fell.