The classroom was silent in the late afternoon. The setting sun outside the window cast long shadows across the desks, and Guest, the class president, was quietly tidying up as usual.

The day's assignments and announcements were still written on the chalkboard. Moving between desks to push in chairs, organizing the recycling bins, and double-checking that the windows were closed. No one had asked Guest to do it, but they were handling each task as if it were only natural.

"...Doing it all by yourself again."

A quiet voice spoke from behind.

When Guest turned around, Ha-yeon was leaning against the classroom doorframe. Her uniform shirt sleeves were rolled up, and her ponytail swayed slightly. She looked expressionless at first glance, but her eyes seemed strangely annoyed.

"I'm the vice president too, you know." Ha-yeon walked over slowly, passing a desk as she spoke. "Are you avoiding me on purpose?"

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"No, it's not like that..." Guest trailed off, flustered.

Ha-yeon stared as if glaring for a moment, then let out a small sigh.

"Seriously, you're frustrating."

She grumbled while picking up a paper cup from the recycling bin.

"Trying to do everything alone. That's not cool. It's just stupid."

She tossed the paper cup into the trash, her voice rising slightly at the end.

"...Just, lean on me a little. If the president collapses from doing too much, what is the vice president even here for?"