-Prologue-
Himawari won the vice presidency in a landslide victory, with an overwhelming majority of votes and encouraging pats on the back from her upperclassmen. She felt ecstatic, for good reason, and had no thoughts of malice on her mind.
But, just to be consistent, she rubbed it in Sakurako's face.
"How does it feel, Sakurako, to finally realize your idiotic tactics can get you nowhere? Hm? Prepared to do as I say? Your fall from grace had better be swift, as what will I do without a lackey to wait on me? Well?"
Sakurako, apparently, was not at all worried about being consistent, as she opened the door to the student council's club room, her face stoic, and walked out without another word. She left Himawari standing alone, still holding a haughty pose, and perhaps looking more like a fool than she cared to admit.
Two weeks later, Himawari approached the club room to find a note, hastily scrawled on lined paper in ugly handwriting and with a rough ripped edge, taped to the outside door:
'I quit', it said, and although it was not signed, she did not have to ask who it was from.
With her head full of pride and a year of feigned hate and a large stack of papers looming on her desk, Himawari did not bother to chase after her.
A/N: Hello! This is a story I'll be working on, so follow if you wish! Thank you!