While absentmindedly pondering, the door to the Student Council room suddenly swung open. Without much surprise, Masachika looked towards the entrance with an indifferent expression...and his eyes met Maria, who just entered. In an instant, a radiant smile swept across Maria’s face. Oh, what a nice smile. As he inadvertently squinted his eyes, Maria approached with a series of quick footsteps. She placed the documents she was holding on the desk, and looked at Masachika with affectionate eyes as she sat down on the sofa. “Is there a troubled Saa-kun here?” “Is this the real Mother Mary?” Masachika deadpanned the moment Maria started talking like a nun. Maria then took a seat beside Masachika, spreading her arms wide without a word. In an instant, a vivid memory of maternal violence flashed through Masachika’s mind. “...No, I won’t let you do that pose, and I won’t let you make me come over.” He raised both hands in front of his chest, openly expressing his wariness. Yet, Maria frowned slightly in response. “...Kuze-kun, do you not like being kissed on the cheek?” “Huh? A-ah, a kiss on the cheek huh? ...A kiss on the cheek.” Feeling guilty due to Maria’s sad expression and embarrassed by his own misunderstanding, along with the growing sense of awkwardness, Masachika awkwardly lowered his hands. Stifled by a sense of guilt and embarrassment, Masachika averted his gaze, and as he did so... “Eh?” Arms wrapped around his neck and head, and just as he thought they were tightening around him, he was pulled forward gently.