Giving rousing speeches wasn't quite Naoki's forte, but he had managed that bit of the opening ceremony quite nicely, if he said so himself. Truly, the words of those great men and women contained within the Weekly Shounen Jump held in the nook of his elbow were rubbing off on him, even if only slightly. Today was the start of his second year at this fine establishment, and while that was significant for other, boring reasons, Naoki had read enough manga to know that all the cool events usually begin to happen to protagonists of anime and manga when they're in their second year of high school. It made sense after all - the cast would be expanded with both 'senpai' and 'kouhai'-type characters, there were no 'getting used to high-school' nor 'getting ready for graduation' interfering with the plot.

Not that Naoki was one of those 'chuunibyou' sufferers. In fact, he was rather grounded in reality. Or at least, grounded enough to not run around calling himself the 'Dark Flame Master' or something. 

Having finished tidying up the Student Council office, a room populated by him and himself alone despite the two other tables and four seats suggesting otherwise. He looked out the window behind the President's desk and took in the sight of the school grounds before noticing what seemed to be an altercation taking place between a guy and a girl. Naoki watched for a moment, hand to his chin and thought before snapping his fingers and cheerfully declaring: "Not my problem!" 

And with that, he exited the room and headed on towards his second year classroom.