"Just Kohaku or Yuhara is fine..." She hadn't EXPECTED to be student council president, and she certainly wasn't going to insist on being addressed formally like that.

More immediately concerning, Shogo did not look well. Kohaku sharpened her senses for a moment to check on her: Sweating as if she had run a marathon, heart pounding, bags under her eyes (concealed with makeup, but Kohaku could tell. It was hard to keep secrets from her.)

"I'll live. Are you alright? You don't look well."