Mizuki was feeling a little disheartened. She knew that wasn’t like her, but every so often she could allow herself a bit of weakness. Especially when she was alone in the student council room. There was nothing really wrong with her own room, but it was like it was easier to think in here. Surely being president could afford her that much, as all obligations were done for the day.
The source of her frustration was Yuko, or rather her continued failures to get anywhere with Yuko. At this point it felt like she had tried everything. Or if not everything, at least she was running low on ideas. And there was the possibility that she was the unluckiest woman on the planet. Which wasn’t exactly a logical thing to presume, but considering how many of her efforts had been spoiled by mere chance, she wasn’t willing to rule it out.