Author's Note: The genre kept swinging wildly back and forth between humor and angst in this, so I apologize for any mood whiplash. And some of my connections to the prompts are kind of... weak... Uh, enjoy?
Prompt: navigation
"Ah, Matou Sakura, just who I was looking for," Issei said as they came upon each other in the hall. "Could I speak with you?"
Sakura blinked. "Ah? Of course, Ryudo-sempai." They stepped inside an empty classroom for privacy.
The student council president began bluntly. "I saw - as did half of the school, I'm sure - that display this morning. I can get Matou expelled for that, and probably reported to the police, but only if you report it officially."
She shook her head. "That's not necessary."
"…I see. I thought you might say something like that, but…" He sighed. "It's killing the teachers who know about it not to interfere. School policy prevents them from doing anything that the wronged party doesn't want them to do. And… may I be frank?"
"Of course," she answered.
"To be frank, I don't think that Matou will ever change. If you keep letting him get away with this, he's never going to stop. And I don't want that to happen to y- anyone," he corrected hastily.
"It's okay, Ryudo-sempai. Niisan is like that, so I'm used to it," Sakura assured him.
His frown only deepened. "Ha… That only makes me feel worse. You really do not deserve a brother like him."
"Thank you," she answered lightly, stepping back outside the room. "But I'm going to be late for class."
Issei watched her go, then pressed his head against the wall. "I didn't do that right, did I?"
