Student Council President Sakura Hanamura moved through the festival grounds with her clipboard, flanked by two council members taking notes. Her ice-blue eyes swept over each booth and café with critical precision.
"The Cultural Society's tea ceremony display needs better lighting," she said. "And tell Class 1-A their haunted house can't block the fire exit. Safety regulations."
"Yes, President," her assistants chorused.
Sakura had been up since 5 AM coordinating final preparations. The Cultural Festival was the biggest event of the year, and as Student Council President, it was her responsibility to ensure everything ran perfectly.
She approached Class 2-B's elaborate setup and paused.
Akira stood near the entrance in his butler uniform, clipboard in hand, trying to maintain some semblance of order as customers flooded in.
