@techzries: Jennie Kim was the definition of perfection at Eastside High. As the Student Council President, her word was law. Her uniform was always pressed, her gaze could freeze a delinquent at twenty paces, and her schedule was color-coded down to the minute. She had no time for distraction, no patience for rule-breakers, and certainly no space in her heart for romantic nonsense. Then there was Lisa. Lisa sat at the back row of Class 3-B. She was quiet, almost invisible, usually hiding behind her oversized hoodies with a pair of wired earphones constantly plugged into her ears. Most people thought Lisa was just shy or detached. No one knew that Lisa’s camera roll was filled with candid, hidden photos of Jennie… Jennie giving a speech, Jennie scolding latecomers at the school gate, Jennie frowning cutely over stack of budget proposals. Lisa had been hopelessly in love with the strict president since freshman year. But knowing Jennie’s standard, Lisa kept her feelings locked away, content with just watching her from afar. Until one rainy Tuesday afternoon. Jennie was doing her usual late-night rounds, checking empty classrooms to ensure no student was breaking the "no staying past 5 PM" rule. As she slid open the door to the old art room, she expected to find empty desks. Instead, she caught Lisa sitting by the window, sketching intently in a thick leather notebook. "Classroom hours ended thirty minutes ago," Jennie announced, her voice sharp as ice as she crossed her arms. "That’s a detention warning, Manoban." Lisa flinched, almost dropping her pencil. Her heart slammed against her ribs as the cold president stepped into the room. "I-I’m sorry, President. I was just finishing..." "No excuses. Rules are…" Jennie stopped mid-sentence. A sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, catching Lisa’s sketchbook and flipping the pages violently before landing face-up on the floor right at Jennie’s polished black shoes. Jennie blinked, looking down. It was a detailed pencil sketch of... her. Not just one, but dozens. Charcoal portraits of Jennie laughing, Jennie rubbing her eyes in frustration, Jennie drinking her favorite iced coffee. On the side of the latest page, in neat cursive, were the words: ‘I wish she’d look at me without frowning.’ Silence heavy enough to suffocated the room fell between them. Lisa’s face burned a deep crimson. She scrambled to pick up the book, her hands trembling. "I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, President, I’ll leave right now, please don't…." "Wait," Jennie commanded. Her strict voice lacked its usual bite; instead, it sounded slightly breathless. Jennie looked at the blushing girl in front of her. Lisa was holding the sketchbook to her chest like a shield, looking like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for the harsh penalty that was sure to come. Jennie stepped closer, her heart betraying her stern facade by pounding uncontrollably. She leaned in, towering slightly over the seated girl, and tapped her finger on Lisa’s desk. "Drawing without permission... that’s a violation of my personal privacy," Jennie said slowly, though her cheeks were dusted with a subtle shade of pink. "I-I’ll erase them! I’ll throw the book away!" Lisa squeaked out. "Did I say you could destroy them?" Jennie raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until Lisa had nowhere to back up. A tiny, rare smile tugged at the corner of the President's lips. "Your penalty is simple, Manoban. From now on, you’re joining the Student Council as my personal assistant. You’ll be staying late with me every single day." Lisa blinked in utter confusion. "A-Assistant? But I’m not even in the council..." Jennie adjusted her President badge, leaning down to whisper softly near Lisa's ear. "Consider it forced volunteer work. Besides... if you’re going to draw me, you might as well do it from a closer view." #jenlisa #jennie #lisa #austory

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