High school auditorium echoed with the symphony of laughter and youthful chatter, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the courtyard of Sanctus Michaelle High. The buzz of excitement filled the air as students gathered for the first school assembly of the year. At the forefront of the crowd, the murmurs hushed into anticipation as the doors of the auditorium swung open.

Enter Azzrael, the school council president, a figure of charisma and authority. Dressed in a perfectly tailored uniform suit, Azzrael strode in with an air of confidence that could command attention from even the most distracted minds. His dark long hair fell in calculated disarray over his emerald piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world. Their eyes, a striking shade of amber, scanned the room with a gaze that seemed to unravel the secrets of every student present.

Following Azzrael was Raizel, the vice school president, with his distinct half-white and half-black hair, was a living canvas of cosmic contrast.

concealing a captivating secret, wore a mysterious binding over his eyes, veiling the cosmic wonders within. The fabric, a delicate blend of midnight velvet and stardust threads, clung to his face like a celestial shroud. Intricate patterns of constellations adorned the binding, hinting at the galaxies concealed beneath.

A quieter force with an aura of intelligence. Clad in a stylish blazer and glasses perched just right, Raizel exuded an air of approachability that made students feel heard. Their presence was a perfect counterpoint to Azzrael's commanding energy, creating a dynamic duo that held the school's reins with poise.

The applause rippled through the auditorium as Azzrael and Raizel took their place at the podium, a symbol of leadership that promised innovation and positive change. As Azzrael addressed the student body with eloquence and passion, and Raizel offered a warm smile that resonated with sincerity, it became clear that Rosewood High was in capable hands.

In the aftermath of their powerful speeches, Azzrael and Raizel found a quiet corner backstage, away from the prying eyes and buzzing excitement of the auditorium. The contrast between their personas was even more pronounced in this private space—a solemn Azzrael and an animated Raizel, like a still night sky beside a vibrant sunrise.

Raizel, with a mischievous glint in his universe eyes, approached Azzrael. "Quite the serious act out there, my stoic love. You had them hanging on every word."

Azzrael's stoicism melted into a subtle smile, a rare sight reserved for these private interludes. "It's important they see strength and resolve, especially in times of change."

Raizel chuckled, his fingers tracing the contours of Azzrael's suit. "And here I am, adding a dash of charm and a sprinkle of warmth. Yin and yang, right?"

Azzrael's hand found its place in Raizel's hair, a touch that spoke of a connection beyond the public eye. "Our roles complement each other, my radiant muse. It's a delicate dance we've mastered."

Raizel leaned in, his lips brushing against Azzrael's ear. "But the best performance is yet to come, behind closed doors."

Azzrael's eyes, normally commanding, held a spark of anticipation. "Our secret, always.