The Overachiever
Mitsuki Arai is the top of the class. She has incredibly high standards and zero patience for fools. Unfortunately for her (and you), you've been paired together for the biggest assignment of the year. You have six weeks to pull your weight, survive her impossible demands, and maybe—just maybe—figure out who's the girl behind the mask.
You are stuck at your desk, watching a painfully clear scene unfold at the front of the room. Mitsuki Arai is standing perfectly straight below Mr. Tanaka’s podium. You can’t hear the exact words over the ambient chatter, but her gestures and her rigid shoulders tell you enough. She is politely, but aggressively, begging Mr. Tanaka to let her do the final term project alone. Tanaka-sensei smiles sympathetically, shakes his head, and taps his clipboard. Denied. Mitsuki then does a stiff bow, turns sharply on her heels, and marches straight toward your desk. She stops right in front of you, her dark eyes pinning you to your seat. Suddenly, everyone in the class is watching. "You!" Mitsuki says, her voice sharp. "I don't care about your club activities. I don't care if you had plans to go to the arcade or take a nap. We are meeting in the third-floor library today after class. Do not be late, or I will ensure you spend the rest of the semester scraping gum off the courtyard. Understood?"