CH#319

#319

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A quiet classroom devoid of any voices.

The only sounds echoing in the room were the clattering of keyboards and the faint rhythm of breathing. The source of the sound was just the two of us, Nakayama and me.

The others were not in the classroom, likely engrossed in activities outside.

The other day, I had a conversation with Shizuku and Kirasaka, and I gained Yuuto’s understanding.

They were able to understand what I was thinking and had a response ready.

Realizing how self-indulgent my own thoughts were, I was able to resume the halted progress in the form of cooperation. But what are they doing now―――

 

“Ahhh! Why are you here and not Ogiwara-kun!?”

 

As I naturally finished the introduction of the past in my mind while moving my hands, Nakayama, who remained in the classroom, exclaimed loudly.

She looked at me resentfully, with her head in her hands.

 

“I’ve explained it many times… We need to consider the remaining time and use manpower effectively. We can’t afford to waste resources.”

 

“I’ve heard that many times…”

 

Nevertheless, Nakayama groaned, still unsatisfied… No, she seemed frustrated. The reason why there are no other students in this place is simply because they are engaged in other tasks.

Shiraishi and Hino-kun were originally tasked with collecting data from students, and Yuuto was added to their roles.

Shizuku and Kirasaka are in charge of the faculty.

And Nakayama is the only one tasked with video editing, but dividing the collected data files inevitably takes time. It’s impossible to handle it alone, so I’m helping out there, summarizing the current situation briefly.

 

The reason is quite simple.

Regarding Shiraishi and Hino-kun’s data collection… We’ve been heavily relying on Shiraishi’s wide connections so far, but we need to make it more convenient.

More specifically, Shiraishi deals with male students, Yuuto with female students, and Hino-kun supports them both. Shiraishi is good at appealing to boys, and Yuuto is liked by girls in general.

So, it would be efficient to divide the responsibilities by gender.

 

The same goes for Shizuku and Kirasaka.

Even the faculty… mainly the club advisors, have smartphones. Naturally, there are many teachers who foster good relationships with students, and there may be nostalgic images of former students in the data.

So, we sent the two of them there for collection.

Shizuku, who is well-regarded by both students and faculty, and Kirasaka, who can provide strong support just by her presence alone.

She’s the daughter of a wealthy CEO who generously supports the school. In the current situation where we use whatever resources are available, her presence is very powerful.

 

…Let’s not mention the sacrifices I made to convince them of their roles.

With all that said, currently only Nakayama and I are in the classroom as members of the organizing committee.

I don’t feel sorry for Nakayama, who probably wanted to spend a fun afterschool life with Yuuto, but she’ll just have to endure it.

 

The roles of the seven members of the organizing committee this time are roughly divided into front and back.

Shizuku, Kirasaka, Shiraishi, and Yuuto are the front-facing roles.

They are often responsible for negotiating with students and teachers. Considering their popularity, it’s only natural.

 

As the backstage members, there are me, Nakayama, and Hino-kun.

Nakayama, needless to say, takes on the editing tasks single-handedly and also handles research on events at other schools, among other tasks. In this age of social media prevalence, it’s very convenient to find various photos with just a search.

Hino-kun handles the physical tasks. Power is power, that’s all. And if students start complaining about trivial things, there’s a possibility of avoiding trouble by pushing him to the forefront with an aggressive stance.

The strongest intimidating presence, Hino-kun… You can be confident in yourself.

 

Lastly, my role is schedule management and negotiation.

I negotiate with the supervising teachers about the event details and get permission from the student council president, Koizumi. It’s a modest job.

This is the division of roles we all discussed together at the beginning. Everyone may have their own thoughts, but the discussion should have ended with everyone’s consent…

 

“Even though I thought I could be with Ogiwara-kun… it’s Shinra. Ugh, Shinra.”

 

“Don’t say it twice, I might get hurt.”

 

“Maybe, but the possibility of getting hurt is low, right?”

 

Almost two hours into the task.

Despite occasionally murmuring complaints like this, Nakayama continued her editing work without stopping. But occasionally, she would vent her frustrations towards me like this.

 

Certainly, it’s tough being alone with a guy who’s not your friend in such a large classroom. But surprisingly, she often picks up on my words and throws in a retort.

Maybe, unexpectedly, she has talent not just as a gal, but also as a retort specialist. I started thinking about such things in my mind.

 

“Besides, weren’t you glad not to be with them?”

 

“…It’s fine.”

 

It was immediately clear that the them Nakayama mentioned were Shizuku and Kirasaka.

Both Shizuku and Kirasaka, as well as I, had all desired the normal everyday life we had until recently. Chatting casually in the morning, having lunch together, and occasionally taking detours after school.

 

Maybe waking up in the living room on a holiday morning after barging into Shinra household for breakfast… that kind of ordinary life.

The noisy days that I had thought were bothersome became commonplace, and before I knew it, I started to long for them. That’s why the best thing for us to do is to spend more time together by cooperating.

 

The answer is no.

There are things to be done.

If I were to prioritize spending time with them now instead of focusing on the task at hand, they would surely be angry with me.

They don’t want to just be together doing nothing.

They want to do something together.

I’m not so good with words, I can only express vague thoughts, but surely that’s how it is. So, right now, completing this farewell party in a way that we can envision is the top priority.

 

And this thought should remain hidden within my heart alone.

If I were to put it into words and convey it to Nakayama, he would definitely say something like “That’s so lame” or “You’re gross” until I regretted it.

 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with Ogiwara-kun… I mean, I originally had that in mind. But, Shinra and Ogiwara-kun―――”

 

“Oops, the computer broke. It can only type in capital letters now.”

 

“That’s because you pressed the CAPS LOCK! You’re really clueless about machines… Are you even from this generation?”

 

As I said this, Nakayama leaned forward and quickly operated the computer I borrowed from the school, returning it to its original state.

You can’t just ignore that I’m a modern kid. I don’t use social media, of course, and I hardly ever use SMS apps, still mostly using emails.

I don’t play games on my smartphone, and I only use it to check the time and make calls.

 

Is there anyone else as wholesome a modern kid as me?

No, there isn’t.

In fact, I’m proud to say that I’m the most illiterate in using a smartphone at the school. And especially with a computer.

 

And also, don’t try to operate it with two fingers, it’s complicated.

I’m waiting eagerly for the voice recognition computer that will surely be born in the future, so I’ll be fine.

…I don’t know if there’s such a faction, though.

 

“But, with three people joining, the efficiency of our work should improve significantly. The data collection should finish quickly, so we need to prepare for the next steps.”

 

“Oh… like checking the positions on the day of the event, decorations, and confirming the guests?”

 

Nakayama glanced at last year’s documents while confirming, but I shook my head. That’s a discussion for the next stage.

What I want to move forward with now is something more related to the content of the event.

 

“I have a place I want to visit.”

 

“Huh… Where?”

 

As we both turned our gaze to the computer in front of us and continued our conversation, Nakayama seemed interested, but not overly so.

So, without further ado, I disclosed the next destination.

 

“There’s a nursery school across from the school, and also the residence of Kirasaka ‘s conglomerate director.”

 

“Hmm, a nursery school and… the director?”

 

“Yeah, the director.”

 

Echoing back like an echo, Nakayama froze at the latter part. Slowly, like a rusty robot, her head turned to the side, and when our eyes met, she had wide-open eyes.

The Kirasaka conglomerate, one of Japan’s leading conglomerates.

Its president, Kirasaka Reiya, is an extraordinary and busy individual.

He’s not someone an ordinary student can meet.

But I can meet him.

 

Because I gave up five days of my private holidays to ask Kirasaka for a favour.

Use whatever resources are available.

With my current mindset returning to its original way of thinking, I seriously rely on others. Don’t underestimate me.

And there’s no cheaper investment than using oneself for that purpose.

 

What concerns me is whether bringing souvenirs from the shopping district would be okay as a gift.

It depends on personal preference, and I’ll ask Kirasaka about it later, but I’ll also ask Nakayama just in case. However, she remained frozen with her eyes wide open.

 

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Opening the door to my home after parting ways with Shizuku and Kirasaka, I step inside. Warm air and familiar scents greeted me as I entered my home.

It may seem like a small obstacle to others, but for me, it’s a significant step forward. A sigh of relief escapes from the depths of my heart at having overcome it.

 

Being true to myself, just as I am. The person called Shinra Minato, whom Shizuku and Kirasaka affirmed and who I now need. Two out of the three of us are willing to cooperate.

 

As for the last person, it’s none other than Yuuto, but he can wait until tomorrow. It’s already nearing 8 p.m., and calling him out now would likely be inconvenient for him.

Above all, today has been truly exhausting. Undoubtedly, it’s been mentally draining.

 

After taking a bath and eating the dinner my mother has prepared, I’ll sleep early. And before that, there’s the blissful prospect of enjoying a full massage course from my sister.

For that to happen, I need to stimulate Kaede’s sisterly instincts. There are several ways to do it, but I’d prefer to ask in a way that makes it seem like I, who usually pampered wants to be pampered.

 

As I ponder these thoughts, I place my hand on the living room door. Instantly, the image of the three of us standing under a streetlight flashes through my mind.

Did I say embarrassing things with that kind of smile? The more I think back, the more my face heats up.

 

Embarrassing… What kind of face should I make when I see them tomorrow?

Kirasaka will definitely tease me about it. I can picture Shizuku smiling with affection.

Suppressing the urge to scream and roll around in passionate turmoil, I open the door, and warm air and light envelop me.

 

“Yo, welcome back.”

 

“Thanks… Why are you sitting here and eating rice crackers in someone else’s house without a care in the world?”

 

The first thing that catches my eye in the living room is Yuuto sitting on the sofa, munching on seaweed rice crackers. His natural posture almost makes me blurt out a casual response, but I manage to hold myself back and restrain my urge to flow along.

Praise is what helps people grow. Now is the time.

 

Covering my face with one hand, I let out a sigh. Why do talented people always do unexpected things?

Is it because they’re talented that they’re unexpected, or is there some correlation? I’ll submit an essay on the subject later.

However, now is not the time to discuss such matters. As I engage my brain in understanding the situation, I hear footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

 

“‘I guess it’s probably my turn next to have something to do, so I came by earlier’ is what he said when he came.”

 

“Kaede…”

 

Was it out of consideration for the snacks being rice crackers that she prepared freshly brewed tea on a tray? With practiced movements, she places the tea in front of Yuuto, who, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, thanks her.

 

…Little sister, didn’t you learn not to let suspicious people into the house? No, you did, but he was too suspicious not to let in. I should kick him out as an older brother.

…That’s what I would have done if it were my usual self, but this time, I must thank him for his keen intuition.

 

As I sit down next to Yuuto, I reach for the rice crackers on the table. Taking a big bite and savouring the taste, a small laugh escape from beside me.

 

“Did you manage to talk things out with them?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“I’m glad.”

 

Yuuto murmurs as if truly relieved.

Next will be my turn… that’s right. Maybe it’s just my speculation, but perhaps Yuuto is waiting for simple words.

Because we’re guys, because we’re friends, we understand each other with simple words.

So, after washing down the rice crackers in my mouth with tea, I speak up.

 

“Can you help me out? Let’s meet up tomorrow after school. Counting on you.”

 

For a moment, a small smile appears on his face as we face each other. It doesn’t sound like a request, it’s simple and one-sided. But I can tell from his expression that those were the words he was waiting for.

 

“Seriously, you’re cold for not even telling me the reason.”

 

“No time, short-staffed, just two guys.”

 

“You don’t have to list it out like that…”

 

As Yuuto interjects with a small retort, he doesn’t say anything further.

He sits back deeply and sips the tea with relish. There’s no sign of refusal, no sign that he ever intended to refuse in the first place, making me wonder what kind of question he couldn’t ask the two women.

 

“I’ve been wanting to ask for a while… Why do people cherish the real me even though I’m criticized because of others?”

 

Seated deeply like before, I ask, facing forward. My tone of voice hasn’t changed.

It’s not a question born out of pessimism or any such emotion. I’m genuinely curious. Why do they cherish someone like me, who has nothing to offer in return?

 

Even though there’s no benefit in staying by my side when everyone around me is speaking ill of me. It’s a relationship where we understand each other beyond the opposite sex, so I want honest words.

In response to my question, Yuuto fell silent for a moment. After thinking, his answer is also simple.

 

“Because you can be yourself the most.”

 

Yuuto explains, voicing a sentiment he would never usually express, sounding genuinely troubled.

 

“People tend to be calculating even in conversations and games between friends, insist on a particular seating order, and come up with answers that don’t match my intentions.”

 

“…You’re probably having a hard time too.”

 

“Not as much as those two, but yeah. That’s why I can be my original self when you are yourself. Bring on the gossip and backbiting.”

 

With a confident pat on his chest, Yuuto expresses what he wants to say and then stands up, picking up his belongings.

After thanking Kaede with a few words, he heads alone towards the living room door.

 

“Alright, see you after school tomorrow.”

 

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

 

Our gazes meet, and we both smile faintly as Yuuto leaves the Shinra residence. In the suddenly quiet living room, Kaede holds the coffee cup in her palm and speaks up.

 

“Is this what they call boys’ youth?”

 

“Noisy imouto-san, I was hoping you’d let that slide.”

 

Since Kaede teased me a bit, I sandwich her cheeks with my cold hands.

She was being quite adorable while pretending to be cold, so I’m quite satisfied as her big brother.

 

 

 

The next day, relieved that there was no teasing from Shizuku or Kirasaka, I spend the school day in genuine peace of mind until after school arrives.

Since it’s my and Yuuto’s turn for classroom cleanup duty, I ask the girls to move to the classroom first while Yuuto and I head to the student council room last.

 

As I opened the classroom door and step inside first, all eyes focus on me.

I wonder if they’ve already been informed that Shizuku and Kirasaka will be joining us, as the two of them have already chosen their seats and are sitting there.

With Shiraishi, Hino-kun, and Nakayama preparing to start their activities, I’ll be the one who brings up the rear.

 

“Hey, everyone! I’m joining the team from today, so let’s work together!”

 

“Eh, Ogiwara-kun? Seriously? Th… this is seriously awesome!”

 

The most excited reaction comes from Nakayama, just as I expected, or rather, as planned.

I thought it would be great if she could serve as a mood booster, so I guess you could say this is a success.

 

…By the way, I wonder which part is seriously awesome. It would be really helpful if you could explain it in an easy-to-understand way for Minato-kun.

Is it not a bit too much to rely too heavily on phrases like ‘seriously’ and ‘awesome’, which are understood universally?

 

But, with this, our group is finally complete.

Now, we need to discuss our vague plans and turn them into something concrete together.

From here on out, it’s a battle of time, action, and… well, stamina.

 

“…Well then, shall we begin today’s activities?”

 

After scanning everyone’s faces from the teacher’s desk, I brought up the topic.

 

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CH#317

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~Shizuku’s side~

I somehow understood what he had been brooding over.

Even in casual conversations around us, there sharp words aimed at us.

 

Because they don’t know him, they can easily throw words at him. But at the core of those words lies the criticism and mistakes made by those around him.

But even if we point them out, nothing changes. Well, saying ‘nothing changes’ might be misleading.

 

It might be more accurate to say that it invites misunderstanding.

People around us don’t think that we admire him.

They perceive it as childhood friends and female classmates from the seat beside helping out a pitiful and lonely student.

 

It’s a unspoken understanding that is mistaken, denied, corrected, and never rectified.

We didn’t ask for it; it’s rather bothersome.

 

To be told that it’s a mistake to want to be in a place where you truly want to be and be protected.

So, he… Minato-kun made a decision.

He refused to accept help even from us, without relying on me or Kirasaka-san, even refusing the help of his friend, Ogiwara-kun.

When I reached out and offered to help, I sensed it when he declined.

 

It’s for our sake.

So, while I feel sorry about it, deep down, I’m happy.

Because I know that he values us.

Perhaps others perceive it differently, but I understand because of our long history.

 

Kirasaka-san probably feels the same way.

…I don’t mind if she seemed more dissatisfied when she was refused than I did.

 

What we want to help with, we want to help with.

It’s inevitable for a girl’s feelings.

 

Until everything is over, watching everything as closely as possible is probably the best choice.

One by one, more and more women gather around him, and I reassure myself that the feeling accumulating in my heart isn’t jealousy, and I make a promise with Kirasaka-san not to sneak away…

…Well, whether she keeps her promise with me is questionable.

 

When Nakayama-san, whom we hadn’t interacted with much before, said, “You two are unexpectedly docile” I felt like I could finally let go of something.

Maybe it’s okay to be a little selfish this time.

It’s not just his problem.

It’s our problem.

 

So, I’ll talk to Kirasaka-san and revisit the closing accounts of last year’s farewell party, and I’ll tell Minato-kun that we’ll help him again…

At that time, I thought it would be satisfying if Minato-kun could agree and we could all prepare together, but…

 

“Thank you…”

 

Minato-kun, who said that, had a smile on his face that I hadn’t seen in years.

Perhaps I would have shed tears if Kirasaka-san hadn’t been next to me.

 

Is that all? Others might say so.

But for me, the meaning of the smile he showed after those few words fills my heart.

 

 

~Rei’s side~

Others are just others.

Classmates are just classmates.

Neighbours are just neighbours.

 

But from my perspective, they’re nothing more than nameless extras in the story.

The most important one is the sole protagonist, and the troublesome one is the typical childhood friend female classmate.

 

And then, there’s the student council president I admire like an older sister.

Grades, future prospects, even career paths, they’re not issues for me right now.

 

What’s most important and precious to me is living with a person named Shinra Minato.

To spend time with him until my interest runs out, colouring my boring days.

 

There’s a somewhat bothersome handsome guy wandering around him, but for me, the people around are just that much of a recognition.

But for me, it’s a bit different.

Fundamentally, Minato may hold similar values ​​to mine, but even the nonsensical remarks of the masses weigh on him as his responsibility.

 

From the slight bewilderment I felt in our conversations, it might be the first time I’ve had such feelings.

Just like I did, he might see us as important.

 

That’s what it means for someone like Minato to compromise his beliefs and thoughts to push things forward.

Initially, I dismissed the need for it when we first met, but now I’m happy that he considers us differently.

 

When Minato refused my offer of help, the first emotion that came to mind made me smile unintentionally, and then I felt a bit annoyed.

I smiled because I realized that I had become more of a pure maiden than I thought.

I felt annoyed because him, despite being Minato, was being cocky.

 

At the committee meeting, when a girl named Nakayama tried to act like she knew everything, I secretly contemplated whether to give her thorough education so she wouldn’t dare speak to me again. But apparently, after that, his troublesome childhood friend made up her mind.

As soon as we left the classroom, I proposed a plan.

It was a choice to start cooperating from our side.

 

Of course, I agreed, and we quickly finished the student council work in Minato’s place and began working on our tasks. The day quickly turned into evening.

When Minato unexpectedly waited for us outside the school building and timidly asked for our help in a way we hadn’t anticipated, with unexpected words, expressions, and lack of confidence, I wonder if people would think his words were pitiful?

I didn’t think so, not even the slightest bit.

 

Going to school for that person, polishing myself for that person.

For me, it was more touching than the love confession of a popular drama’s protagonist to hear those words from the heart.

 

Seeing the smile he showed afterward, I clasped my hands in front of my chest to calm the racing thoughts in my heart.

It was a smile that only Kanazaki Shizuku had seen before, a smile I had never seen.

 

If I could see that smile, I would let go of any trivial grievances.

But… next time.

 

I resolved in my heart to monopolize his smile by myself.

 

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<BBX> : Sorry for yesterday, was busy binging Summertime Rendering. :p

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In front of the main gate, illuminated by a single small light, it feels like a small stage. The darkness of the night envelops the entire town, bringing silence to the school.

The noise of students fades away, and even the sound of footsteps on gravel can be heard clearly. Leaning against the stone wall of the main gate, I exhale softly, my breath forming white vapours in the air, and my fingertips turn slightly red in the cold.

 

I was simply waiting for someone to arrive. How much time has passed since I parted ways with President and stood here alone? I could have gone to the student council room, but I wanted some time alone. Alone time is essential for me to clear my thoughts.

I’ve decided what I want to ask, what I need to ask. What will their answers be to the questions I’ve come up with after much self-reflection?

 

When was the last time I felt scared of talking to people? Was it in elementary school or middle school? Maybe it was when I started feeling okay with being alone.

I realize that I’ve always thought of myself as someone separate. I’ve established this idea of being someone else, detached from my true self, and strangely, I had forgotten about it.

I must have discarded the frustration of not being able to clear my true feelings, thinking that it was meaningless if I couldn’t overcome that fear. But deep down, I knew it was necessary.

I’ve given up on myself, on connections with others, but ultimately, I couldn’t truly give up. It’s a contradiction I’ve been dealing with.

 

It’s lame, incredibly lame. It’s the kind of lameness you’d expect from a teenager.

Even though I’ve recognized my flaws, I can’t move forward without someone pushing me from behind. I’m such a weak person.

But I’ve known that I’m a weak person for a long time. Being weak isn’t shameful.

 

…Let’s try to think positively about it.

I look up at the night sky alone, wondering if stargazing would be a worthwhile hobby at this time.

 

“It’s cold.”

 

“If you’re cold, you should have waited inside the building.”

 

I mutter to myself along with my breath, when I was called out from the school building.

When I turn around, two students are approaching from the entrance, changing into their outdoor shoes. Kirasaka wraps a scarf around her neck while Shizuku rushes over and takes out a hand warmer from her pocket, stopping in front of me.

 

“You didn’t bring your coat? Your hands are so cold.”

 

“I didn’t think you’d still be at school past seven.”

 

Shizuku takes my right hand and places her hand warmer in it. The warmth gradually spreads through my hand.

Kirasaka follows Shizuku, stopping slowly in front of the main gate. The three of us stand there under the small light, like on a small stage.

I offer words of appreciation to the two of them on this well-prepared stage.

 

“Thank you for all this…”

 

“Thank you for your hard work too, Minato-kun.”

 

Shizuku smiles back at me, and I search for other student council members. Besides them, there are no other students coming out of the gate.

Are they still in the student council room?

Kirasaka notices my gaze and speaks up.

 

“Others have already gone home. It’s just us today.”

 

“I see… You stayed at school pretty late.”

 

“I had no choice since someone wasn’t participating in the student council.”

 

Is she being sarcastic? Definitely. It’s undoubtedly sarcasm.

Let’s just accept it. Since the committee wasn’t important enough for the student council to attend, it’s my fault for participating, abandoning my actual responsibilities. Paradoxically, it means I’m doing something admirable by doing what others won’t do.

 

And, it’s cute of Kirasaka to include such jokes in our conversation. My emotional tolerance is wide enough to handle it, like an older brother looking at his little sister with gentle eyes.

This must be the benefit of stargazing. Indeed, it’s worthy of being an album cover name.

 

“Embarrassing.”

 

“Don’t be embarrassed. And if you are, I’d like you to put a little more emotion into it.”

 

Kirasaka’s merciless critique follows immediately after her mischievous joke.

The extreme cold that wouldn’t even be noticeable under the frigid sky spreads through my heart. Let’s stop with the jokes and figure out what to do. I want to talk to them, but I’m hesitating on how to start the conversation.

 

“Shall we walk a bit?”

 

Shizuku says, glancing at my complexion. I tilt my head slightly, and her voice sounds gentle while her expression looks a bit anxious. Kirasaka stood next to her as usual, with her arms crossed, but her eyes were gentle.

 

“No, it’s okay… I wanted to apologize to both of you, so I waited.”

 

There’s no need for preamble or jokes. What I want to talk to them about doesn’t require unnecessary conversation… probably.

The two of them tense up slightly at my words. They immediately understood the topic. And they seem a little perplexed.

 

Why? How did this come about? Their expressions seem to say they want to ask those questions.

Naturally, they wouldn’t know about my meeting with President.

 

“For everyone’s sake, I created a facade and rejected your help… Well, including Yuuto, so it’s three I guess?”

 

I thought it was right, I thought it was necessary. I kept telling myself that it was necessary to change the current situation.

 

“I thought I had to do it alone. If I don’t change, baseless rumours will spread, and it might even damage the friendship between the three of us.”

 

Even though I knew that making this change would mean denying the person they liked, Shinra Minato.

I held onto the convenient idea that after the change, things would return to how they were before. They listened quietly as I spoke. They might have something to say, but they quietly looked into my eyes.

 

“It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m lost… It’s really difficult to lead something.”

 

Shiraishi, my underclassman, would probably be better at this. Nakayama could probably attract even more students.

What I managed to do was somehow connect with people I wasn’t connected to before. The rest was just a matter of good chemistry and favourable circumstances.

I know this isn’t my original role.

 

“What I can do is think quietly. Think about whether what everyone is asking for is right or wrong, and just convey my own opinion.”

 

That’s what was asked of me. It’s the only tiny weapon I have as a student council member recognized by Hiiragi Akane.

It’s something anyone can do, but it’s surprisingly difficult. People judge things based on their own values. Friendship, pride, and even gender come into play.

 

I was recognized for being able to do this precisely because my personality, as Shinra Minato, was different from others. It wasn’t talent, but rather the result of a twisted upbringing and personality.

I tried to throw it away. But if I throw it away, there won’t be anything left of me.

 

“So…”

 

With that, I turn to the two of them standing in front of me, putting an end to my words. They wait eagerly for what I have to say next.

I breathe a sigh of relief at their seriousness. This is where the real conversation begins, where I really have to convey my feelings to them.

Briefly, but honestly.

 

“I’m sorry. This time… No, I think it’ll be like this from now on. I can’t do it alone… Will you help me?”

 

With that, I extend my right hand to them. This time, it’s my turn to reach out for their help.

Whether they’ll take it or not, only they know.

Normally, they would definitely refuse and push me away.

 

Even if underclassmen or classmates helped, I think I would still hesitate.

I’ve been able to walk towards the answers I’ve come up with so far because their backs were always in front of me.

 

So, I was able to move forward with confidence. Even if I chose the wrong answer, they would point it out and stop me.

There’s an unwarranted sense of trust, with no reason or basis.

As a result, what they received was a groundless trust from Shinra Minato and suspicious glances from those around.

 

It’s an incomprehensible action involving incomprehensible students. It’s a path of gradually distancing oneself from being everyone’s favourite.

I’m aware that it’s an irresponsible statement. It’s not an unconscious but a conscious remark, which makes it all the more insidious.

 

Still, I’ve come to understand.

My role extends only this far.

Drawing people in from a few connections and outlining a general direction. But from there, my feet refuse to move forward.

 

“I don’t have confidence that what I’m about to do is right. Rather, I’m confident that I’ll make mistakes… It’s selfish of me to want you to hold my hand when I’m about to stop.”

 

But even so…

The words that continued like that never reached them. The words choked in my throat and returned to me. My outstretched hand trembles, and the wind brushing against my skin feels unpleasantly cold.

As they finished listening to my words, the two of them briefly exchanged glances.

What emotions passed between them in that moment…?

Their mouths opened simultaneously.

 

“No, thank you.”

 

“No, thanks.”

 

The hands I extended to them stiffen, and their mouths, which had been slightly open, close.

 

…I can’t say anything in response.

This is how they rejected my hand.

Surely, their feelings must have been tossed around like rough waves. One who reached out from the beginning, and one who reached out later.

Although the actions may seem the same, the implications are entirely different.

 

“Um… Honestly, I’m at a loss for words, unexpected as it may be.”

 

It didn’t work. That much was clear in my mind. Normally, I would have pressed a switch somewhere and come up with an alternative plan. But today, it didn’t seem like I could easily switch gears.

I couldn’t just stand there with my hand outstretched in front of them forever. Slowly, as I move my right hand back to its original position, Kirasaka’s small left hand grabs it.

 

“Without permission, we’ve already started helping.”

 

“Come to think of it, we don’t need permission to help Minato.”

 

Shizuku seemed somewhat embarrassed, while Kirasaka remained cool as ever.

Without letting go of my hand, Shizuku took out multiple documents from her bag and handed them to me over Kirasaka’s hand.

 

Although it’s too dark to read the contents, there’s quite a bit there, handwritten and not neatly typed, but still a substantial amount.

It’s not the kind of workload that can be finished in an hour or so.

 

“With this, we’re all rejected once.”

 

Kirasaka’s expression, which had been cool until now, changed as she smirked and raised the corners of her mouth.

Shizuku also smiled quietly next to her, so she must have thought the same thing.

 

…When they say that, I can’t say anything.

But I think you have a good personality, yes, I really do think you have a very good personality.

Shizuku puffs her cheeks as if she remembered something.

 

“But we prefer being next to you, not in front of you, so don’t get it wrong!”

 

“S-Sorry…”

 

Because I said it too eagerly, almost greedily, I ended up apologizing unintentionally.

When Kirasaka sees that Shizuku nods in understanding, she lets go of my hand and looks at me. Shizuku also looked at me in the same way.

 

I’m honestly confused by the sudden turn of events.

But I was happy and relieved that they took my hands.

…I have to express my gratitude.

 

I’m so relieved that I feel like sitting down, as happy as when my little sister Kaede said she would marry me when we were young.

How should I express my gratitude at a time like this?

 

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<BBX> : There’s uni’s yearly fest going on outside, and here I am doing this… ಠ_ಠ

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#315

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“I’ll head to the school right away.”

 

That was all President said over the phone. Without asking where to meet or what I wanted to talk about, she readily agreed and ended the call.

 

Where should we meet?

If President is coming to the school, it’s better to choose a calm place for our conversation. But the student council room is still in use for today’s activities.

Actually, I forgot to ask how far it is from President’s house to here. The whole talk went smoother than I imagined, and I forgot to ask.

 

I tried to recall, to remember. Where did I first meet President?

It wasn’t in the student council room; I remember being scolded by President while having a dispute with Hino-kun early in the morning.

It’s not that I’m trying to kill time, but my feet naturally take me there. Not a place to call a memory lane, but a place of encounter. I arrived at the stairs in front of the school’s back gate and sit down to wait.

 

It’s still cold to call it spring, and the wind is chilly.

I watched the students running around the schoolyard in their long-sleeved jerseys and practice uniforms.

As I watch, lost in thought, I notice ants crawling on the sand.

I wanted to use this time to think, but it feels like this meaningless time is loosening the tangled threads in my mind, giving me a slight sense of relief.

 

How many ants did I count?

I should only be hearing the sounds of club activities, but now I can hear footsteps on gravel nearby.

They’re not the light steps of a male student.

Moreover, it’s not common for students to come from the residential area at this time.

So, with confidence, I look up and see the chestnut-haired senior smiling as usual and heading towards me.

 

“Hey Shinra, sorry to keep you waiting.”

 

“I’m the one who called you, so don’t worry about it, President. Sorry for bothering you on a non-working day.”

 

President, Hiiragi Akane, whom I called, is standing there in her uniform, although she doesn’t have any baggage.

After exchanging necessary words as soon as we met, she smiled faintly and I quietly began to explain the reason for the summoning and the current situation.

 

“I see. I understand why you hesitated to ask me what you wanted to know and why you, who should be the one to send off, reached out to me. So, I promise to answer any questions you have.”

 

“Thank you–“

 

“But, even if you didn’t ask me, you should be capable of handling everything for the ceremony. I agreed to your invitation with a purpose… I prioritize removing the burden you have here.”

 

I bow my head slightly to President, who willingly listens to my consultation, and she takes a step towards me, poking my chest with her slender fingers.

The meaning of her words didn’t immediately register in my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask.

 

“A burden?”

 

“Why don’t you ask Rei and Kanazaki for help?”

 

Hearing my words, President takes a small breath and speaks.

Her chestnut hair sways in the wind, and her expression remains soft, but her eyes are serious, not allowing any lies.

 

“…”

 

“Dragging Hino into this, relying on Shiraishi’s cooperation, inviting Nakayama. Shouichi and the others can’t fully help due to student council activities. In this situation, who would you trust the most, who would be willing to cooperate without any pretense… It’s those two.”

President standing in front of me walks a few steps to the left and then to the right, expressing her views as if solving a puzzle.

The answer she arrives at floats into my mind. The figures of the two girls, looking at me with sadness in their eyes.

 

“If you haven’t included them, then why? There’s only one reason that comes to mind.”

 

President’s question, from her perspective, is a natural one, and she states it calmly without expecting an answer from me.

Raising her finger, she stops her steps and looks into my eyes.

 

“Because you’ve been pushing them away.”

 

“Why would you think that, President?”

 

Whether she’s aiming to be a great detective or I’m just too easy to read in my expressions and gestures, it’s probably the latter.

I have no excuses or reasons.

If someone arrived at the same conclusion as President, they would likely share the same impression. However, I just want to hear why President thinks that way, for reference.

When I ask, President smiles proudly and eloquently speaks.

 

“It goes without saying about your troublesome little sister, and I’ve come to understand Kanazaki’s situation as well. They probably offered to help you, and you refused to take their hand.”

 

“…”

 

Her expression was full of compassion, as if she were talking about her own sister. However, as her words progress, her tone becomes sadder.

As if thinking from the same position, her eyes show a sadness that can be sensed.

 

“Many students probably see you as an incomprehensible loner, with sharp words and a stubborn nature, an outsider in a group lacking in cooperation. But, that’s just superficial information.”

 

The president’s fingertip touches my cheek. I can feel her warm body temperature, and her little gesture tickled me.

Why do these people appreciate me?

Why do they have goodwill towards me?

 

“You’re a kind person.”

 

Those words, among all the words I’ve heard, are the kindest, dazzling, making me want to avert my eyes.

But the hand resting against my cheek won’t allow it. As if peeling off one layer of the wall in my heart at a time, President continues to speak.

 

“Why didn’t you participate in the ballgame tournament? If you had participated, Ogiwara Yuuto would have been with you, and others wouldn’t have viewed it kindly. Why did you raise objections during the night of the school trip when many students were enjoying themselves? It was because others didn’t respect Kanazaki Shizuka’s feelings. Why didn’t you treat Kirasaka Rei, who was labelled as special, specially? It was because you knew that special didn’t mean she didn’t put in effort.”

 

Stop it…stop it.

Please don’t look at me with such kind eyes.

 

“You’ve heard the phrase ‘the struggles of a genius,’ haven’t you? Surely, it’s a torment that only the gifted can understand, one that those around them cannot comprehend. Because people protect their own existence before others.”

 

President keeps talking. My face is reflected in her eyes, captivating.

Don’t affirm it, deny it.

It would be easier if she just insulted me, saying that I’m just a worthless person who hurts others. If I were affirmed as I have been until now, my current actions, trying to change for them, would be denied.

 

If that were to happen, I would lose my way.

To not hurt Shizuku, Kirasaka, Yuuto and the others, I have to change.

I want to continue being with them.

 

It may be inappropriate for me to be in that place, and I understand that it’s an ambitious desire.

But I know that I’ve come to cherish it. Still, to be there with them, I have to change, even if it means bending myself.

 

Even if I’m not understood, even if I’m ridiculed, even if I’m pierced by words like sharp blades, it’s okay.

If it’s not directed towards others, I can endure it.

 

“Fearing the hurt to one’s own existence, playing a role in the appropriate position, seeking a suitable position even for special individuals. That’s a part of the struggle. Not realizing that is part of the torment. People protect their own existence before others.”

 

That’s right…

Even so, Shizuku and the others chose to spend time with me.

So, to prevent them from being talked about behind their backs because of me, I have to update the evaluations of those around me.

 

“…That’s why I joined the executive committee this time to—”

 

“Do you really not realize it? The step you’re trying to take is stepping into the group mentality you hated.”

 

President’s stern voice shuts me up.

I couldn’t retort, and my eyes wavered.

…I’ve realized that since I started this activity.

 

Still, I didn’t mind, because I interpreted that all I needed to do was bend my insignificant pride. The insignificant pride of a teenage high school boy and the unconscious malice from the group.

There’s no need to even consider which one to choose.

As I try to squeeze out my voice from my choked throat, President adds on.

 

“Or… were they telling yourself that you should bend yourself even if it means raising others’ evaluations of you?”

 

“That’s…”

 

The tone was cold, and if I had nodded, I couldn’t imagine what President would have said to those two.

President’s confirmation seemed to be based on the conviction that those two would never say such a thing to me.

Then, what exactly can I do for everyone?

I can’t teach them anything.

I can’t give them anything.

They are always ahead of me.

All I can do is chase after them.

 

“I’m fully occupied just by not letting go of your cheek now. Even if asked to do something else, I wouldn’t be able to. No matter what anyone says, that’s my limit. How much are you trying to carry in those hands of yours?”

 

My gaze, lowered at those words, meets the eyes of the person in front of me as if bounced back.

Again, President smiles, her chestnut-colored hair illuminated by the evening sun.

 

How many people, including myself, thought that President could have much more?

But this time is different from when she acted as the leader of the students.

 

Now, she’s just a girl who’s only one year older.

Was it her true feelings that President hadn’t let out until now?

I look down at my own hands, spoken to.

I’ve never been good at multitasking.

I don’t have the knack for handling multiple tasks simultaneously.

 

Yet now, I’m reaching out to the Student Council, the Executive Committee, and even my own circle of friends. I’m trying to create something better than the past evaluations.

Even if I try to hold it all, it spills over.

Is it okay if it spills over?

No, none of it should spill over.

Small, white hands wrap around my hands that are trying to carry an amount that shouldn’t be carried.

 

“I wish I could be the first to support you… But I’m leaving this school, I can’t do that. However, you can rely on the people who understand you and offer you a helping hand. You don’t have to protect them alone; they are strong girls.”

 

The hand offered is firm, but it trembles slightly.

I squeeze back with just a little force, and I think.

Why do these people trust me so much? Even if there were parental arrangements, we could become strangers after graduation.

 

“…Why–“

 

“For us, Shinra Minato has long been a special person.”

 

If I said it like this, Rei might get angry, President says with a wry smile.

Special…

Have they always heard this word with such feelings?

 

No, that’s not it.

It’s a different kind of special from what they’re usually told.

Words spoken in a life far from extraordinary, where walking the path of ordinary is distant.

Simple, unadorned words resonate in the depths of my heart.

 

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<BBX> : Gotta say, I didn’t expect for the author to clear up most of the things here in this random chapter.

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The committee members had gathered in the sewing room, with two at the teacher’s desk, one at the back near the window, and one at the front by the window. Despite meeting for the first time just now, they seemed to blend into the familiar scene effortlessly.

This was probably because the two at the teacher’s desk seemed to have better chemistry than imagined, leading to lively conversations.

 

“Amazing! Did Nakayama-senpai make this herself?”

 

“Yeah, that’s right! I’m quite proud of how cute it turned out!”

 

Shiraishi and Nakayama stood shoulder to shoulder, focusing their gaze in one direction.

Ahead of their gaze was cheerful music flowing from the laptop on the desk. It was the same music that played in her videos’ end credits. Nakayama must have shown Shiraishi her videos as a self-introduction. As women, makeup and beauty were likely common topics for them.

However, considering Shiraishi’s personality, I had imagined she wouldn’t get along with a typical cheerful student like Nakayama. But it seemed I was wrong. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing them enjoy each other’s company, as Hino-kun approached quietly from the front of the classroom with freshly brewed tea.

 

“You two seem to be having fun… I’m quite surprised.”

 

Contrary to his appearance, Hino-kun delicately placed the teacup on the edge of my desk and turned around to speak.

Since joining the committee, he had temporarily brought his own serving set from the student council room, offering tea to each of us as we began our activities.

 

While initially not keen on the task assigned by the student council, he seemed to have become accustomed to it and was now even experimenting to brew better tea. Anything could become a weapon if honed properly. It turned out that his interest in Japanese culture was unexpectedly advantageous.

Taking care not to burn myself, I gently warmed my hands around the cup and looked in the same direction as Hino-kun.

 

“Indeed, it’s not what I had imagined.”

 

If the two could get along well, that was all that mattered. It would prevent any awkwardness and delays in our work.

However, the problem lay with us, not with them. Taking a sip of tea and immediately lowering my gaze, I saw a calendar and a notepad spread out in front of me.

 

The farewell party was scheduled for the week after next. We needed to ensure everything was ready by then, including a rehearsal the day before. Failure was not an option; we couldn’t settle for excuses or expect understanding. We had a responsibility to conduct the ceremony we had agreed to undertake.

Even with all the time spent contemplating, it still felt insufficient. I had too many shortcomings. But there was no time to feel inferior compared to others. I had to think with what little I had.

 

I wasn’t sure about Nakayama’s work speed, but the reality was that we couldn’t do anything without providing materials. We needed to improve our efficiency and help Shiraishi while also participating in physical work like Hino-kun.

Despite being physically weak, as males, the two of us couldn’t handle it alone. And it’s beyond the scope of what Hino-kun can handle by himself. Thus, there were many challenges in planning the schedule.

We needed at least ten students for the farewell party’s proceedings. Would the school agree to our request for teachers to assist in the roles we couldn’t assign to students? Even after thinking a lot, it still felt inadequate.

 

Even when I think about it, there aren’t many places I can refer to. The truth is that the video isn’t enough to give the gist of it. I needed to consult someone, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I have and idea who I can go to, but I can’t seem to move ahead with it.

 

“Are you lost in thought? Moving your body might help with that.”

 

Physical appearance was just one aspect of a person’s judgment, but visual information often constituted most of the impression. Hence, it was inevitable that I chuckled at the red-haired big guy’s words who was brewing tea, despite feeling sorry for him.

 

“You sound like someone’s mother…”

 

Looking up at Hino-kun’s face, he appeared unusually worried.

Taken away from the student council and repeating work with no end in sight, it was understandable to feel anxious, especially when the person in charge was incompetent.

With those muttered words, I redirected my gaze downward, away from his face.

As if cutting through the somber atmosphere, Shiraishi spoke up.

 

“Shinra-senpai! Let’s get started soon.”

 

She gestured with her hand towards the teacher’s desk, where she was sitting. Nakayama, sitting next to her, also glanced at me while fiddling with her hair.

Gathering my things on the desk, I grabbed the tea that Hino-kun had brewed and moved to a nearby seat. Similarly, Hino-kun approached with a notepad and pen in hand from his belongings. Finally, today’s activities began to take shape.

 

Since introductions were already done, there was no need for formal greetings. We simply shared information with each other, discussing the current progress and the status of collecting video messages from underclassmen.

At our current pace, we estimated that we needed four more days for collection and five more days for video production before the event.

 

“With Nakayama-senpai joining us, we can start preparing in earnest, but we need to work hard first.”

 

“Yeah… Let’s quickly share the data we have and gather any additional ones needed in the near future.”

 

We all looked at Shiraishi’s smartphone placed on one desk, as both Shiraishi and I muttered.

On her phone, nostalgic records were being sent via messaging apps from classmates who had reached out to her before today’s gathering.

I didn’t care that she had more friends than me, even in double digits.

Beside me, Nakayama, who was carefully reviewing each video with a serious gaze, asked.

 

“Is it okay for seniors to give instructions and move accordingly?”

 

This question made Nakayama pause scrolling through the screen and turn to us. Since it concerned the future direction for me too, I couldn’t remain indifferent.

With all eyes on her, I took a moment before responding.

 

“Well, for video creation, let’s proceed with Nakayama’s approach.”

 

She nodded slightly in agreement with my decision.

 

“I don’t mind, and it’s easier to move that way.”

 

“I’ll discuss the data sharing method and structure, but I don’t intend to meddle unnecessarily as an amateur.”

 

I conveyed the same message to Shiraishi and Hino-kun. Both of them looked at each other, slightly puzzled. Although Nakayama was welcomed as a video editor, she was still a newcomer to them.

 

They probably didn’t expect to seek instructions from her. This was something I had considered since deciding to include Nakayama in the project.

I knew that the best choice was for us to clash opinions and collaborate to achieve the best result. But we didn’t have time for lengthy discussions.

 

Given our limited past relationship and the time constraints ahead, it would be unwise to favour one side too much when adjusting our vision between me and Nakayama.

 

The choice was obvious.

Those without knowledge should refrain from unnecessary interference, which could lower the quality and motivation.

While it might be seen as relying too much on others, it was a necessary choice for intensive short-term progress.

 

“Let’s start by sharing the data we have on hand… Shiraishi, sorry to ask, but can I rely on you? There’s someone I need to make a quick call to.”

 

“It’s okay, but…”

 

“Thanks.”

 

With that, I told Shiraishi and left my seat, opening the classroom door and stepping out into the corridor. As Shiraishi’s voice echoed through the hallway, talking to Nakayama from across the wall, I moved to a quieter spot.

 

 

Walking down the hallway, up the stairs, I took out my phone on the landing. From there, I could see students engaged in club activities in the schoolyard.

Pressing the call button on the screen, I heard a familiar voice after a few rings.

 

“…Sorry to bother you while you’re busy, President.”

 

The person on the other end of the call was Hiiragi Akane, who had served as the head of the farewell party committee in the past two events.

Is it really appropriate to call the person we’re sending off? Despite feeling a sense of certainty that President wouldn’t be bothered by it, I couldn’t help but wonder.

However, it was a fact that she was the only one I could turn to for advice.

 

“If it’s a call from you, I don’t mind at all. So, what’s the matter today? I’d be delighted if it’s an invitation for a date.”

 

President joked in her usual calm voice. Why does her voice feel nostalgic even though it’s only been a few days since we last spoke? Is there a connection to the idea that people tend to forget someone’s voice before their face?

Shaking off these unnecessary thoughts, I expressed my thoughts aloud.

 

“Unfortunately, it’s not a request I can fulfill… Do you have a moment to spare?”

 

I couldn’t help but feel like I had a really unpleasant personality, knowing that President would make time for me even if she was busy.

And, as expected, President readily agreed without hesitation.

 

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One male student are three female students. In such a situation, what expression should one wear while walking?

Even though it’s after school, there are still many students lingering in the school building. Naturally, attracting attention is uncomfortable to the extreme.

Since I’m leading the way to our destination, the students’ suspicion towards me is undoubtedly significant.

 

It’s understandable.

The combination of the two in Sakuranaoka Academy’s buildings is quite inconsistent. Few students in the school haven’t seen her, with her wavy hair adorned with flashy accessories and a slightly dishevelled uniform. To put it bluntly, she’s a gyaru, even if I don’t put it bluntly.

On the other hand, there’s a male student with a normal appearance, albeit with his collar slightly loosened. He’s becoming famous for being friendly with the top-tier students in the school, but that fame doesn’t stem from his abilities or appearance.

Just before reaching the covered walkway leading to the first-year building, Nakayama opens her mouth as if she’s just remembered something.

 

“Hey, there was something I wanted to ask too.”

 

“Go ahead.”

 

Surely she’s building up some question she wants to ask. I respond without turning back while leading the way.

“It’s about two weeks until the farewell party, but how many people are currently preparing for it?”

 

…What a difficult question to answer.

From Nakayama’s perspective, it’s a natural question to wonder about the scale of the committee members who will participate in the activities from now on.

She might think that a certain number of students are selected from each grade or even each class.

So, the voice that came out of my mouth in response to her question was very quiet.

 

“…Just three.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“…Only three are participating. Sometimes the student council helps out, though.”

 

Carrying a bag with many jingling key-chains on her shoulder, Nakayama had been gazing out the window as we walked. She now turns her gaze back to me, her eyes widening as she stops in her tracks.

In a moment of stiffness, her right hand moves as if propelled by a spring and swings vigorously in front of her face.

 

“No, no, no, that’s too few… Is it possible to refuse now?”

 

“Of course not. Once we’ve shaken hands, I’m as tenacious as super glue.”

 

“Gross… It’s gross to say with a face like that.”

 

Yeah, I thought so too as I said it myself.

But once you’ve committed to participating, there’s no escaping it. Even if I thought I didn’t need to say it to your face, this time I won’t retort.

After all, my persistence is as strong as a cockroach trap.

Nakayama seems to be wavering despite my reaction, but she promptly shuts her mouth when met with cold stares.

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

The eyes of both Shizuku and Kirasaka are reflecting Nakayama’s back.

Inadvertently, the words that spilled from her mouth seemed to touch a nerve with the two, as their gazes weren’t directed as they were looking at her as their fellow classmate.

Their vacant eyes, multiplied by two, turned into a chill that assaulted Nakayama.

Without looking back, she immediately offered a correction.

 

“Ah, no, scratch that. It’s nothing. It’s rude to comment on people’s appearances, right?”

 

Her raised right hand trembles slightly, and cold sweat runs down her forehead. I felt as if her gaze towards me was seeking help.

 

“But, well, if these two are here, then I guess I’m not needed… Three people should be fine, after all.”

 

Her supplementary statement once again slows our progress.

With the explanation that three people are enough, everyone will surely assume that the three of us currently present are the members.

 

…I had planned to explain everything once we reached the classroom, but now I’ve been put on the spot.

With a sour expression on my face, I muttered under my breath, hoping not to be found out.

 

“The remaining two are first-year students, Shiraishi and Hino… They’re the ones I asked to refrain from participating.”

 

“Huh?! I don’t get it… Wait, just me?”

 

Even Nakayama, who had been tense with the attention focused on her, now wore a shocked expression.

She didn’t understand. Not just in her words, but in her entire demeanour, she showed confusion. The two who had previously seemed vacant-eyed nodded in agreement.

 

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m fully convinced either.”

 

“I really want to help out as much as possible, but…”

 

While responding to Nakayama’s question, the two spoke as if urging a reconsideration.

The situation was not good at all.

This exchange was only generating negative effects. There was nothing but silence from me, the one responsible for creating this situation.

 

“There are various reasons… We’re proceeding with the current number of people at full capacity.”

 

It sounded like a child’s excuse.

That’s all I could say. Nakayama’s words were indeed correct.

Should I make the choice to back down and not ask anything further, like an adult would? Or should I be perceptive enough to understand the situation?

However, precisely because it wasn’t a delicate relationship, Nakayama could speak honestly and deeply.

 

“Is it like a matter of man’s pride? But if that’s the case, it’s surprising that the two wouldn’t help out. It’s like they’re obedient girls who follow the requests of the boys they like, which I don’t really like. But, I don’t think that applies to Kanazaki-san and Kirasaka-san, right…?”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“Huh, I was just kidding… No, wait, is it actually true?”

 

Did she hit the nail on the head? No, it’s just a red herring.

<BBX: Coincidence>

With just her first words, she accurately guessed our feelings, and the two blushed slightly and looked down, perhaps feeling that their thoughts had been seen through.

Even Nakayama herself, who started the conversation, seemed awkward and flustered, her gaze wandering.

 

…What’s with this atmosphere?

How much more of our lives will be shaved away during this short time walking down the hallway?

For the remaining few minutes of the journey, no one spoke, which was perhaps the only common consideration in this conversation.

 

Opening the door to the classroom where the committee members gather, the first thing that caught our eye was Hino, who was preparing tea.

It’s a scene we’ve become accustomed to, but for newcomers, it’s nothing but discomfort.

 

“Big, red, scary!”

 

“That’s terrible to say to someone you’re meeting for the first time!”

Her words were short and direct. Indeed, Hino is big, has red hair, and has a scary face. There’s nothing wrong with that.

 

I’ve got nothing to retort to.

As I ignore the interaction between the two, I place my belongings on a seat by the window. The sound of footsteps hurrying down the hallway echoes, and then Shiraishi enters through the door, looking like she wants to say something as she puffs out her cheeks.

However, her momentum was halted by the sight of a senior she didn’t usually see in this state.

 

“…Hello.”

 

“Hello! I’m Momiji Shiraishi, a first-year member of the student council. Nice to meet you!”

 

As Nakayama gave a slight nod, Shiraishi reflexively smiled and introduced herself. Her voice was a tone higher, and the angle of her neck when she smiled was a calculated movement to show her best side.

…That reaction must have been automatic. Such a charming junior, her first impression is perfect.

 

Passing through the group with a bright smile, Shiraishi stopped beside me. Naturally, since all eyes were on us, there was no change in my expression.

However, Shiraishi spoke in a volume only I could hear.

“I haven’t heard anything about her being a gyaru.”

 

“I might not have mentioned it, but as you can see, she is.”

 

It’s okay. Even though you’ve only had a short conversation, I think Nakayama gets along well with you.

Because she’s the type to speak her mind.

With that thought in mind, I averted my gaze from Shiraishi’s resentful eyes.

 

“Then, we’ll head to the student council room.”

 

“Sorry for asking you to stay… but we’re counting on you.”

 

Shiraishi and Kirasaka called out to us near the entrance of the classroom.

In reality, it was already time for us to have arrived at the student council room and started our activities.

Feeling apologetic for asking them to stay, I stood up to see them off, and Nakayama, who had been sitting at the teacher’s desk, glanced at the two.

 

“Hey, Kanazaki-san, Kirasaka-san.”

 

Unusually, Nakayama called out to the two. As they looked at her, wondering what she wanted, she briefly stated her business.

 

“You two are surprisingly docile.”

 

Surely, it was just an honest impression without any ill intent.

The two first-year students couldn’t possibly understand the meaning behind her words.

In this situation, they couldn’t miss what wavered beneath Shizuku’s smile and behind Kirasaka’s sharp gaze.

 

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The usual cityscape also appears to change slightly depending on the situation you find yourself in.

Whether intentionally skipping school, avoiding tasks that need to be finished, or faking illness to skip club activities, in such situations, there is a slight sense of excitement and a great feeling of guilt swirling in your chest.

It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping; I’m walking back to school, but for some reason, I can’t shake off these feelings.

 

“…”

 

I looked down to where my phone was vibrating on top of my uniform jacket. It had been vibrating vigorously in the left pocket due to notifications.

Perhaps it was because it had been so helpful during the conversation with Nakayama that it was showing even more presence than usual. It continued to vibrate for a while before abruptly stopping.

 

After a brief silence, it started vibrating again after a few minutes.

There are certainly some curious individuals out there if someone is calling my phone repeatedly.

I grabbed the vibrating phone with my left hand and checked the notifications. It was displaying the name of my cheeky junior.

 

Ugh… This is annoying.

As I stared at the vibrating phone, I pondered.

Option one: She wants me to buy something on the way back.

Option two: She wants me to come back immediately.

Option three: She feels uncomfortable being alone with Hino-kun and called me.

 

Now, which one is it?

Pressing the call button felt like asking for the answer to a quiz with a similar feeling of anticipation.

 

“Why didn’t you answer the first time?!”

 

“Why did you think I would answer the first time?”

 

Shiraishi said in a voice full of dissatisfaction as soon as I picked up.

I did tell her I had something to do before coming back, and she probably didn’t even cross-check.

Although I can’t really make excuses since I left her with work to do and came out, I instinctively narrowed my eyes as I held the phone away from my ear.

 

Juniors are quite troublesome.

It’s probably because we’re only a year apart that I end up forgiving her like an older brother.

Also, the fact that she’s in the same grade as Kaede is probably a big factor.

 

I put the phone back in its place and waited for Shiraishi’s words.

I didn’t really have any reason to talk on the phone at the moment since I was on my way back to school.

Taking a small sigh and waiting, Shiraishi started speaking, overflowing with dissatisfaction.

 

“Didn’t you say you were going to visit the first-year classes today? Hino-kun is basically useless, so please come back quickly… Also, I want to drink lemon tea.”

 

“The second one must be the main reason… Just settle with the tea Hino-kun makes.”

 

“I need sugar! So please come back quickly. Also, how did it go with Nakayama-senpai?”

 

“…”

 

If I were a Kansai person or aspiring comedian, I would definitely be yelling.

<BBX: Apparently, they are known for being loud>

But when asked how it went, it’s complicated.

I looked up at the sky, trying to recall the conversation from just over ten minutes ago.

 

“It’s a fifty-fifty… Half confidence, half gamble.”

 

“In that case, it’s a perfectly valid gamble. I’m relieved, so please come back quickly.”

 

“…”

 

Do you not know the word ‘acknowledge’?

Operating under the spirit of unpaid service and seeking approval from others may seem contradictory, but I want to demand some improvement in how seniors are treated.

 

However, if Shiraishi is rushing me, then it must be quite a heavy workload, or maybe the atmosphere with Hino-kun is really uncomfortable.

Before this junior move becomes even more troublesome, I’ll stop by the convenience store on the way back and buy a paper-pack tea.

Of course, I won’t forget to get a receipt, not just the receipt but also a proper receipt.

 

Though it’s just black tea, it’s still tea.

Please don’t underestimate the financial situation of a high school student who doesn’t work part-time.

 

Anyway, it seems like the gamble is valid enough.

Coming from Shiraishi, who usually calculates everything, it’s an unexpectedly favourable word to me.

If tomorrow, after school, Nakayama leaves the classroom without waiting, then this plan has failed. And that would be an unforgivable failure.

If that happens, I’ll just have to come up with another plan.

 

Although I can’t confidently say I’ve always made choices I’m proud of, I have a feeling that the next plan that comes to mind will be a good one.

I expelled the slight unease that remained in my chest along with a breath and headed towards the convenience store to fulfill the cute yet annoying wishes of my junior, holding the disconnected phone in my hand.

I felt like the corner of my mouth unconsciously rose. It’s probably not just my imagination.

 

 

Stepping into the first-year student building, which I thought I wouldn’t enter except for class or student council matters, I exchanged words with unfamiliar juniors.

The reactions varied; some were enthusiastic while others refused.

Nevertheless, the reason why many more students promised to cooperate than I imagined was simply because there was a student named Shiraishi who was admired by the first-year students.

As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Outstanding students are usually disliked, and exemplary students are often kept at a distance.

 

However, Shiraishi’s remarkable ability lies in the fact that I didn’t feel that way when watching the conversations among the juniors.

Instilling a good impression is not easy, even if you have calculated words and expressions.

What I did was provide supplementary explanations for the plan after Shiraishi explained the outline. By explaining the details from the senior student council members, it gave the plan credibility, as she said.

 

Thus, I finished visiting three out of the six classes of first-year students yesterday.

And most importantly, there is today’s after-school session.

The current time is just past 2:50 p.m.

The teacher, who ended the last class a little early, is waiting for the chime to ring, and the classroom already has the same atmosphere as after school.

Where will they go after this? Will they face strict club activities? Among the students engaged in lively conversations, I focused on a particularly eye-catching female student.

 

The first impression is a gyaru, the second impression is a gyaru, in other words, a gyaru.

…It’s hard to judge.

From the corner of the classroom, I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I hoped to at least see from her actions if she would reject the invitations from her surroundings, but it seems like I’ll have to find out directly after school.

As I focused on one point after tidying up the teaching materials, I heard a voice filled with anger coming from beside me.

 

“I wonder if you prefer women like her?”

 

“What misunderstanding are you making, Kirasaka-san… You’re making a misunderstanding deeper than the Mariana Trench.”

 

“Hmph… What misunderstanding? How can you resist wagging your tail at other girls after refusing cooperation from such a beautiful girl? I wish you could tell me without making me angry.”

 

Kirasaka, who is currently holding a disgruntled sale, mutters while engrossed in reading at a neatly arranged desk.

Glancing at me briefly, she immediately exhales deeply, a significant misunderstanding escaping her lips.

It’s a misunderstanding, but from her perspective, it’s probably literal. Given that upsetting Kirasaka Rei equals the possibility of social obliteration, I start sweating profusely.

 

I’m not exactly scared, just a little nervous. And it’s not just her who’s terrifying.

That’s because in front of me was a cute little face that I had been familiar with since childhood, looking at me with eyes that made me feel like I could hear the sound of something dropping.

 

“Unfortunately, we’re complete opposites, so it’s only natural for you to be interested, isn’t it? Only natural, isn’t it?”

 

“Don’t repeat that… It’s different, really.”

 

Before I knew it, Shizuku, who had disappeared from the front seat, was sitting in place of the classmate sitting in front of me, repeating her emphasized words.

The distance between Shizuku and me, as she gazes at me with her hands supporting her cheeks, is about 20 centimeters closer compared to our usual.

 

For an ordinary guy, this would be a distance that would make them blush and misunderstand, but I maintain my composure, as if to say I won’t run away, and retort, only to see Shizuku blush slightly and sit up.

As she adjusts her hair with her hand comb, I can’t help but smirk triumphantly, only to be struck sharply on the side of my head from my right.

Facing Kirasaka’s gaze, which is now even colder than before, I instinctively straighten up and clear my throat ostentatiously.

 

“As I explained earlier, among the people we found, she was the most suitable candidate. I don’t even have her contact information.”

 

In an era where smartphones and social media have explosively proliferated, contact information doesn’t mean email addresses or phone numbers anymore. Adding someone on a messaging app is synonymous with contact information.

To prove my point, I place my smartphone on the table and show them the list of friends with just a few lonely entries.

In addition to the parents, Kaede, Shizuku and Kirasaka, the student council members, and the only ones left are probably Yuuto and Miyashita.

 

“Look, I’m higher up than you.”

 

“My chat history is more recent. Don’t get too cocky.”

 

“It’s okay, you two are having a good competition.”

 

With a sly grin, Shizuku addresses Kirasaka, who then responds by switching my smartphone screen with her fingertip while still reading her book.

As I listen to their conversation, trying to figure out what line they’re competing on, the clock’s hands reach the top.

 

The bell rings for the end of class, and the students all stand up and begin to move as they please.

In the midst of that, I check Nakayama’s whereabouts once again and decide not to follow her gaze.

 

Closing my eyes, I quietly exhale as the classroom’s noise fades away.

 

“…Let’s think about the next plan.”

 

Only the three of us, Shizuku, Kirasaka, and I, remain in the classroom.

Yuuto is no longer there; he must have gone home with his friends, and Nakayama, the one we were waiting for, is nowhere to be seen.

It can’t be helped.

It’s my responsibility that I couldn’t tell her something that would pique her interest.

 

Shizuku gazes sadly at Nakayama’s seat, while Kirasaka quietly closes her book.

We can’t stay in the classroom forever.

We have to either find new editing candidates or rethink the plan and discuss it with Hino-kun and Shiraishi.

And if we’re back to square one, I have to go and tell the first-year students who offered to provide videos that we no longer need them.

 

There’s a lot to do, and I can’t even afford to waste time feeling sorry for myself.

Picking up my packed belongings, I stand up and address the two who have been waiting for me.

 

“We’ll have to rethink the plan again… Are you two going to the student council room today as well?”

 

“Yes… But, are you sure it’s okay? Maybe if we discuss it with everyone in the student council room, we might come up with a good idea?”

 

“That might be true, but if that’s the case, the executive committee won’t be necessary anymore. I’ll do what I can.”

 

I’m not exactly being pessimistic.

I can perceive reality much more positively than I had imagined. Maybe I just don’t have the luxury of thinking negatively before considering the next steps.

But it’s undeniable that it’s working in my favour right now.

 

For today, I bid farewell to the two and head to the executive committee as soon as possible.

Before I start walking, I turn around, and before I can open my mouth, the classroom door opens with a loud noise.

 

“You’re late! How long are you going to make me wait in the hallway?”

 

“…”

 

Emerging from the front door of the classroom, Nakayama shoots a sharp glance and exhales loudly, standing confidently with arms crossed in front of her chest. For some reason, her stance felt slightly majestic.

It’s probably just my imagination, undoubtedly. However, there’s only one reason she would appear in this place.

 

“Alright, I’ll help you.”

 

Nakayama, sporting a mischievous grin, declared. Internally, there’s undoubtedly some ulterior motive.

Perhaps something in the conditions I presented struck a chord with her.

But right now, that doesn’t matter.

Lower the tension, then raise it dramatically.

To Nakayama, who provided an entrance akin to something out of an anime or light novel, I inadvertently blurt out my true feelings.

 

“No… I said I’d wait in the classroom!”

 

In response to my candid remark, Nakayama tilts her head slightly in a puzzled manner. Then, from just behind me, two female students let out a small laugh, relieved.

 

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