7 days before the student council president election
In Rosalina's private cabin (the special room the academy gave her for the election campaign)
Julius was sitting on the couch, tossing a paperweight up in the air and catching it again and again like it was a toy.
"Babe," he said with a lazy grin, "how come it's always just the two of us in here?"
"I've been hanging out with you almost every day since I lost that duel to you, and we're always in this room… but I never see anyone else working. Where are those two girls who are supposed to help you?"
He threw the paperweight higher this time, caught it smoothly, and looked over at her.
Rosalina was at the big desk in the middle of the room, sitting straight in her chair, pen moving fast across a sheet of paper.
Her cheeks were a little pink, something that happened a lot these days whenever Julius was around.
"They're… busy," she said quickly, scribbling even faster like she wanted to hide behind the words.
