Watching his retreating figure, Rafayel thought to himself, That's the second forehead kiss!!! and nearly make him melted in embarrassment.
The next morning, Rafayel arrived at school but struggled to figure out the right timing to talk to the Vice President.
If he said it first thing in the morning, the emotional damage might be too much, so he decided to wait until after school and deliver his response in the Student Council room.
During class, he could only imagine the Vice President bursting into tears no matter how he phrased it, making it impossible to focus.
From an outsider's perspective, he probably seemed suspicious—his expression kept shifting between bright and gloomy.
By lunchtime, he had given up trying to sugarcoat his words and decided to just be honest.
After school, he took a deep breath and knocked on the Student Council room door.
"Come in," a voice called from inside.
Huh? That doesn't sound like the Vice President…?
