[ The student council being just the start is why he doesn't want to be on the council; it just paints a target on his back and he's not about that life. Komaeda going around talking like that paints a different target, but one no less vibrant, and Rokkun pauses in his meal prep to watch him, watching his passion, watching his smile. ]

...I see people coming together, believing in safety in numbers. I see people coming together in fear, in mistrust, in "us versus them."

[ He turns back to his cooking, looking thoughtful. ]

You're not wrong, though. It's nice to see.