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One morning, sometime after joining the student council, at 6:30 AM…

*Beep beep beep, beep beep beep*

An alarm echoed loudly and pierced through my consciousness.

Extending an arm out of my bed, I reached for my smartphone on the table. Touching the screen with my fingertip, I stopped the alarm.

Just like that, my consciousness smoothly faded away once again, and I slipped into the bliss of a second sleep.

Ah, why does falling back asleep feel so good… No matter how many times I end up late, I don’t think I can stop. It takes so long to fall asleep at night, but it’s so easy to fall asleep a second time—it’s like a glitch in the human body.

After repeatedly hopping back and forth between sleep and semi-consciousness, I gave in and got up at the fourth alarm.

It was 6:43 AM. Roughly the usual time.

Before joining the student council, I set my first alarm for 7:00 AM, but after joining, I set it earlier to avoid being late.

Thanks to that, I still had plenty of time even after four rounds of sleep.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed to Na-chan’s room.

“Hey, wake up already!” (Takaki)

I knocked on the door and called out from outside, but there was no response.

Of course, there wasn’t a corpse inside, and if I strained my ears, I could hear rustling sounds.

“I’m coming in.” (Takaki)

As I spoke, I opened the door and found Na-chan wrapped in a blanket on the bed. Although her body was hidden, she was wriggling, so she was probably conscious.

“Wake up.” (Takaki)

“No… five more minutes…” (Na-chan?)

“Stop whining.” (Takaki)

Annoyed by her childish response, I yanked the blanket away without a second thought.

“Hyah!” (Na-chan?)

She let out a strange sound as she rolled on the bed. For a moment, she flailed her arms trying to find the blanket, but soon realized it was futile and stopped.

Even with a tearful face, her eyes remained tightly shut as she muttered in a strained voice.

“Ugh… Takkun, you’re such a brute… a sadistic glass-wearing nerd…” (Na-chan?)

“I don’t even wear glasses.” (Takaki)

This nonsensical chatter early in the morning came from none other than Na-chan.

Her full name was Gujou Naho.

Species: Human being;

Gender: Female;

Age: Twenty-eight years old; 

Relationship status: Single, no boyfriend;

And she’s my biological aunt.

She had semi-long brown hair with dark roots showing, and while not having a model’s figure, her proportions were fairly well-balanced.

She had a very youthful face. With a bit of bias, she could easily be mistaken for a college student.

She’s more than ten years younger than my dad and was still in middle school when I was born. Even in my earliest memories, she was in high school, so I have vague memories of her in a school uniform.

Because of that, she absolutely hated being called “Oba-san (Aunt)” by me and insisted on being called “Na-chan”.

I can understand not wanting to be called “Oba-san” in your twenties, but it’s annoying how she gets grumpy whenever I slip up.

Now, perhaps trying to make up for the absence of the blanket, she was hugging a pillow tightly with both hands.

It seemed she still had lingering attachments to the world of dreams.

Her strawberry-patterned girly pajamas were slightly disheveled, exposing her smooth stomach and underwear.

Waking up the sleep-deprived Na-chan had become a daily routine for me. I grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her.

“Na-chan, please, just wake up.” (Takaki)

“Hinnn… stop it…” (Naho)

“Oi, don’t make weird noises.” (Takaki)

“Sorry, Takkun… could it be… seeing me like this made you feel… naughty?” (Naho)

“Don’t make me want to smack your thirty-year-old face.” (Takaki)

As soon as I said that, Na-chan, displaying agility that didn’t seem possible moments ago, sat up and stared at me seriously as I stood beside the bed.

“Don’t talk about people’s age like that! I’m still in my twenties, and I get hit on occasionally when I walk around town. Every time I go to buy cosmetics, the clerks compliment me, saying ‘Wow, you don’t look like you’re in your late twenties at all! Your skin is great’, you know?!” (Naho)

With eyes devoid of light and a tone devoid of any life, she returned a robotic response. The pressure was so intense, that it felt like being compressed like a cup noodle at the bottom of the deep sea.

“Uwa—! Don’t suddenly rant at me with a straight face, it’s scary!” (Takaki)

“You’re in high school already, Takkun, so you know what to say if you’ve done something wrong, right?” (Naho)

“Alright, my bad! I’m sorry!” (Takaki)

Seriously though, how does Na-chan manage to eliminate the highlights in her eyes? It’s a real mystery. Is it something she can control consciously?

Being reminded of her age seemed to have completely woken her up. Na-chan reluctantly got out of bed.

“Haa, students who keep thinking they’re young forever… When you hit your late twenties, things start getting really tough, you know?” (Naho)

Well, yeah, I can tell based on how you’re bragging about the compliments from the store clerk earlier.

While muttering to herself, Na-chan headed towards the direction of the bathroom.

After she left, I then headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Na-chan and I live together in this two-bedroom apartment.

In the kitchen, I set four slices of bread in the toaster. I cracked a cold egg that I’d left out to reach room temperature and dropped it along with some ham into a frying pan, covering it to steam-cook. I lightly washed some cherry tomatoes while waiting and set aside portions for bentos as well.

“Haa… why does morning have to come… They say there’s no endless night, but I wouldn’t mind having an endless dream…” (Naho)

“If you’ve got time to question such a thing, could you at least bring out the jam and dishes? And coffee too.” (Takaki)

“Alright.” (Naho)

I nudged the listless Na-chan aside and plated the toast, ham and eggs, and cherry tomatoes. I popped the individually frozen rice into the microwave to thaw, making sure to prepare some for our bentos as well.

Carrying the plates over, I found Na-chan already seated at the dining table, ready and waiting. She had already prepared coffee for both herself and me.

“Here you go, it’s done.” (Takaki)

“Thanks. Itadakimasu!” (Naho)

Setting aside the smartphone she had been playing with, Na-chan innocently clasped her hands together and started spreading jam on her toast. Just moments ago, she had been grumbling about age and mornings, but now, her mood had completely shifted.

The ability to switch gears so quickly was one of Na-chan’s admirable traits.

“Yeah, speaking of which, I think I’ll be able to come home early today.” (Naho)

“Got it. You’ve seemed pretty busy lately.” (Takaki)

“Yeah, well, my workload is the usual, but I also had to help with training a new employee.” (Naho)

Despite appearances, Na-chan is a full-fledged professional working at a local publishing company.

At work, Na-chan serves as an editor for a local magazine, and she’s apparently relied upon by her colleagues for her talent. That often leads to late nights at the office, and she often comes home exhausted.

However, at home, she fully displays her natural sloppiness—she doesn’t clean, cook, do laundry, or even bother to get dressed after a bath. Consequently, I, her nephew, handle all the household chores.

I wish I could have also been like Na-chan and completely abandoned all household duties, but sadly, I couldn’t bear the thought of rotating through frozen meals, turning the sink into a swamp, or wearing the same dirty socks from the previous week.

I caved in.

Moreover, it’s puzzling how Na-chan can be so lax in everything else yet meticulously care for her facial makeup and skincare routine. Even if she dedicated just a fraction of that effort to tidying up her room, the bathroom, or the contents of the fridge, it would make a difference.

I sprinkle soy sauce over the ham and eggs, break the yolk, and mix the creamy yolk with the ham before taking a bite.

Hmm, today’s breakfast turned out pretty well.

As I praised my own breakfast, Na-chan struck up a conversation.

“By the way, Takkun, you’ve been getting up early lately, haven’t you?” (Naho)

“Yeah, I joined the student council a while ago, so I can’t be late.” (Takaki)

“Oh? …Huh? Student council? That’s news to me!” (Naho)

“That’s cause I never mentioned it.” (Takaki)

“You need to say stuff like this! After all, I’m practically your guardian!” (Naho)

“Oh, right… Sorry.” (Takaki)

You say that, but at home, I often feel like I’m the guardian.

I mean, I do most of the cooking, laundry, and cleaning around here. She’ll at least take out the trash if I ask, though.

While having breakfast, I explained to Na-chan how I ended up joining the student council.

Of course, I didn’t mention how much of a disaster the student council president is.

“…So yeah. Well, I could have probably not joined the student council and avoided repeating a year, but it’s a bit too late now.” (Takaki)

“Hmm, Takkun in the student council, huh? I could understand if it was back in middle school, but it’s a bit surprising considering how you’ve been lately.” (Naho)

“It’s not like I wanted to join.” (Takaki)

“But if you haven’t quit yet, it can’t be all bad, right? Sounds like you’re having fun.” (Naho)

“I’m not so sure about that. It’s a hassle. I’m not a workaholic, and I’d rather have less to do.” (Takaki)

“But you seem comfortable in the student council. Oh, I get it! It’s because Arisu-chan is there with you, right?” (Naho)

“…Why are you bringing up her name?” (Takaki)

“Well, youth and love is wonderful, isn’t it? Having a cute childhood friend is a blessing, you know? You must be pretty happy, right?” (Naho)

“Haa, whatever.” (Takaki)

It’s true that having Arisu in the student council is a blessing, but admitting that to Na-chan would only complicate things, so I brushed it off casually.

And I definitely need to keep my relationship with Togami as discreet as possible. If it got out that there’s an extraordinary beauty as the student council president and that we share secrets, who knows how much teasing I’d have to endure?

As I pondered over these thoughts, I noticed Na-chan staring intently at me.

She had an unexpectedly serious yet gentle expression, causing me to involuntarily pause with my toast halfway to my mouth.

“What is it? You’re not thinking of something weird, are you?” (Takaki)

“Nah, nothing like that. Just thinking about how you seem pretty happy lately, and that’s a good thing, you know, from a guardian’s perspective.” (Naho)

“I see…” (Takaki)

Caught off guard by her sudden remark, I shyly averted my gaze.

But Na-chan wasn’t going to let it slide that easily.

“I mean, you worked hard for high school entrance exams and got into a high-ranking school, only to end up getting injured. I still remember how depressed you were.” (Naho)

“It’s not that bad…” (Takaki)

“But still, that’s quite a contrast from your serious middle school days. I mean, there were all sorts of things before entering high school, right?” (Naho)

“I understand that Dad’s situation is unavoidable.” (Takaki)

“Even if you understand, you’re not okay with it, right?” (Naho)

“…” (Takaki)

“You’re kind-hearted, Takkun. You don’t want to think badly of your Dad.” (Naho)

Dad had to support me financially, and the extended overseas assignment was due to the company’s needs. It would be selfish of me, a child, to complain about it.

I understood all this logically.

But to say there’s absolutely no resentment… would be a lie.

If only life was simpler…

“But stressing yourself out to the point of causing trouble for Arisu-chan, your teachers, or anyone else at school doesn’t solve anything. It’s not helping you, Takkun. It’s just self-destructive behavior. Look up the term ‘self-neglect’.” (Naho)

She hit me with those sharp words as I fell silent.

Despite her usual carefree attitude, she could really drive home the gap in life experiences at moments like this.

“… Well, I’m doing pretty okay now. You can relax.” (Takaki)

“Yeah. I feel like I can rest easy lately. Oh, are you good on time?” (Naho)

As if to wrap up the conversation, Na-chan prompted me.

Indeed, it was time to finish cleaning up and get ready to leave. As I stood up with the dishes, Na-chan handed me a mug and a plate.

“Hey Takkun, could you wash these too?” (Naho)

“Seriously, can’t you start washing your own dishes by now?” (Takaki)

“I can wash them, you know? But whenever I do, you get all mad about ‘the dishes not being clean enough’, so I end up leaving it to you.” (Naho)

“Yeah, I remember that.” (Takaki)

I sighed as I took the dishes from her.

Honestly, I should seriously teach Na-chan how to do household chores one of these days.

◆

On the way home that day.

The student council had a lot of work so we stayed behind until it was completely dark.

I got off at the nearest station with Arisu and we walked back together.

We diverged from the main street and entered a residential area. Small bugs repeatedly hit the dim streetlights, making small sounds in the narrow alley.

It was late October, and the evenings had become quite cool. I felt like it would be if the temperature stayed like this all year round. In another half month, the nights would probably become too cold.

“…And that’s how it is. Even though she’s almost thirty, she’s quite troublesome.” (Takaki)

“Hmm. Sounds like Na-chan hasn’t changed at all.” (Arisu)

As we walked, I complained to Arisu about things that had been happening at home, mainly related to Na-chan.

The Yura family and Gujou family had been close since I was in elementary school. So, Arisu also knew Na-chan, and I was familiar with Arisu’s parents as well.

“By the way, does Na-chan have anyone she’s dating?” (Arisu)

“Not as far as I know. She doesn’t seem interested in that either.” (Takaki)

I’m not sure about her situation before we started living together, but I have at least never heard of Na-chan mentioning being in a relationship with anyone.

Of course, there’s a possibility she was hiding it from me. However, it would be difficult to keep hiding it when we’re living together.

“Really? That’s a bit surprising.” (Arisu)

“Is it? There aren’t many people who are open-minded enough to date her.” (Takaki)

When I said that, Arisu frowned as if to say, “Are you an idiot?”

“Nonono. One wouldn’t normally know about her lazy personality or how terrible she is at housework before dating her.” (Arisu)

“Well, that’s true.” (Takaki)

“Na-chan is quite beautiful, and she’s probably popular, right? If she wanted to get a boyfriend, she could easily get one.” (Arisu)

Even I had noticed that Na-chan was quite attractive, but Arisu seemed to hold her in higher regard than I had expected. I guess it’s a bit hard to judge appearance when it comes to family.

“So, it’s natural to think there’s a reason why she doesn’t get a boyfriend.” (Arisu)

“A reason, huh?” (Takaki)

We walked in silence for a while, and I thought about my life with Na-chan.

An aunt and her nephew living together as a family.

In the eyes of the general public, it might seem a bit unusual.

Up until now, things had worked out well, but it was a delicate balance. If either of our circumstances changed even a little, it would easily collapse.

“Is it because I’m here that she finds it hard to get a boyfriend?” (Takaki)

Arisu folded her arms and pondered upon hearing my words.

“Well, if she started living with her boyfriend, Takaki would be left alone.” (Arisu)

“Yeah, I figured as much.” (Takaki)

“Maybe Na-chan wants to prioritize you over herself for now. So you probably don’t need to worry about her, but I think you could at least be a bit kinder to her.” (Arisu)

“…I see. Sorry, Arisu. I need to stop by the supermarket, so go on ahead without me.” (Takaki)

I had planned to use the ingredients in the fridge for dinner, but maybe I’ll make sukiyaki (Japanese hot pot) for a change.

As if seeing right through my thoughts, Arisu gave me a gentle smile.

“Okay. I’ll head off here. See you tomorrow.” (Arisu)

“Yeah.” (Takaki)

◆

“I’m home.” (Takaki)

As I opened the door, the motion sensor was triggered and the entrance hall was bathed with warm light. Na-chan’s shoes were scattered carelessly on the entryway floor, and her bag was placed placed at the top of the step.

It seemed unusual for Na-chan, who was usually busy with work, to be home already.

“Na-chan, are you here?” (Takaki)

I called out towards the living room door where the light was spilling out, but there was no response.

For now, I quickly took off my shoes and headed to the kitchen to put down the groceries.

“Hmm?” (Takaki)

In the hallway connecting the entrance to the living room, I noticed something lying on the floor.

I set my bags aside and picked it up.

“…Stockings?” (Takaki)

They were the black stockings Na-chan usually wore.

As I shifted my gaze, I noticed a jacket had been dropped in front of the door.

From the circumstantial evidence, it seemed that Na-chan had come home and immediately tossed her bag and clothes aside, then rushed into the living room.

It was typical of Na-chan, but it was quite problematic for someone in their thirties to be like this.

I let out a deep sigh.

For now, I left the bag and stockings where they were and picked up the jacket, which looked like it might get wrinkled. I stepped into the living room, only to almost step on something, and instinctively took a step back.

I noticed a white blouse lying near the entrance to the living room.

But that wasn’t all.

A skirt and blouse were scattered from the entrance to the back of the living room.

It was easy to imagine Na-chan tossing off her clothes one after another and diving onto the sofa.

“Is this a worse version of Hansel and Gretel¹…?” (Takaki)

Following the trail of clothes, I ended up at the sofa with its back facing me.

The urge to turn around and retreat to my room surfaced within me.

However, my sense of responsibility prevailed.

I steeled myself and peered in.

On the sofa was Na-chan, lying in her underwear and camisole, half-naked. 

It was as expected, but my head felt heavy with the weight of it all.

She had her head and back lying on the seat, with one knee bent and resting on the backrest. One hand, hanging off the edge of the sofa, was also gripping a can of beer.

On the table was a strong Chu-Hi (Alcoholic drink) with its pull-tab already opened, wrapped in a convenience store bag. It seemed likely that Na-chan had bought this at a nearby store, drunk it on her way home, and, in high spirits, also drank the beer from the fridge before falling asleep.

My gaze looking down at this nearly thirty-year-old woman must have been thoroughly cold.

“Hey, Oba-san.” (Takaki)

“Uuuuu…” (Naho)

A wild and displeased growl can be heard from her.

Perhaps she didn’t like being called “Oba-san” even while asleep.

“…Na-chan.” (Takaki)

“Ungh! …Ah, Takkun, you’re back! Yay!” (Naho)

When I called her by her usual nickname, she grinned with her flushed, drunk face.

I really wish she wouldn’t differentiate nicknames even while she’s asleep.

“Why are you sleeping half-naked?” (Takaki)

“Ehh? I’ve been awake the entire time~” (Naho)

“That’s a lie. Because I called you Ob… No, never mind.” (Takaki)

I had almost blurted out a forbidden phrase and barely stopped myself in time. That was close.

Na-chan seemed unaware of this and was flicking the empty can with her fingers.

“By the way, I’m short on snacks~ Takkun, make something~~” (Naho)

“…Fine. I’ll whip something up for you but put a blanket over yourself. You’ll catch a cold.” (Takaki)

Sighing at Na-chan, who was asking for snacks right after waking up, I tossed the blanket that was draped over the backrest of the sofa.

“Hehe, thanks~ I’m so happy that Takkun has grown up to be such a kind child~” (Naho)

“Yeah, yeah.” (Takaki)

I carried the shopping bags into the kitchen and began thinking about what I could make from the ingredients in the fridge and what I had bought today. 

It would be a waste to serve the sukiyaki meat to a drunk, so I decided to put it in the freezer for now. For the moment, I could prepare some chopped tomatoes and dried baby sardines with ponzu to satisfy her, and in the meantime, make a sake-steamed dish with mushrooms and pork thigh, and then…

“Oh right, make sure it’s something with strong flavors! And it should go well with alcohol, be low in calories, and good for beauty!” (Naho)

“…Haa.” (Takaki)

I had been troubled by various thoughts during the conversation with Arisu earlier, but now, thinking more clearly, I realized that Na-chan wasn’t exactly the thoughtful type.

I wish someone would hurry up and marry her.

I’ll just live my life peacefully on my own…

Thanks for reading!

So there are 3 more chapters left in this volume, and I’m kinda on a timer cause my enlistment date is coming up. So hopefully I can finish it beforehand, and not procrastinate.

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1. Hansel and Gretel is some children fairy tale story which I don’t remember. But I think the story started the trope of leaving breadcrumbs behind, but instead breadcrumbs, in this case, it’s clothes.

One day…

When I went to the student council room after school, Togami approached me with a big smile.

“You finally arrived, Gujou-san!” (Nadeshiko)

“What happened?” (Takaki)

“We’ve received a request for giving advice to a student in the suggestion box!” (Nadeshiko)

“Seriously?” (Takaki)

I glanced at Arisu, who was standing behind Togami, nodding while holding her smartphone.

“It’s true. We received a DM (direct message) on the student council’s social media account.” (Nadeshiko)

Apparently, it wasn’t a misunderstanding by Togami.

The student council has official accounts on various social media platforms. These are mainly used to announce school events, test periods, and information requested by the teachers to inform the student body.

The management of these accounts is handled by Arisu, as she is “the most familiar with social media among the student council members.” The DMs serve as an online version of the suggestion box.

In front of the student council room, there is the physical version of the suggestion box, but it seems that DMs are less intimidating for students.

That said, honestly, I didn’t expect to receive any requests from students so soon.

“Hmm, I didn’t expect we’d actually receive one.” (Misuzu)

It seemed Hourai-senpai felt the same way.

Togami, unaware of my mixed feelings about the increase in work, spoke to us with a big smile.

“So, everyone! The person seeking advice is scheduled to arrive in about ten minutes, so let’s give it our all!” (Nadeshiko)

Arisu and Hourai-senpai seemed reasonably enthusiastic. They were probably feeling a bit excited as well.

“Since they took the trouble to ask for advice, we have to do our best as the student council.” (Nadeshiko)

“Last year, we didn’t have many opportunities to listen to the general students, so this feels a bit refreshing.” (Misuzu)

“Well, if it’s an unreasonable request, we can just turn it down.” (Takaki)

“Ei!” (Arisu)

When I murmured without much enthusiasm, Arisu, with her keen hearing, lightly bonked me on the head.

Ten minutes later.

*knock knock*

A sound echoed from the door.

“Yes, come in!” (Nadeshiko)

“Um, this is the student council room, right?” (Student)

Following Togami’s enthusiastic response, a nervous girl appeared, opening the door slowly.

With short brown hair and slightly tanned skin, she gave off an active impression at first glance. Her toned physique hinted that she was a member of some sports club.

“Um, I sent a DM for advice. Is this the right place?” (Student)

“Yes, this is the student council room. Please have a seat on that sofa.” (Nadeshiko)

“Yes! Thank you!” (Student)

Togami gracefully gestured towards the sofa with a sweep of her hand. The female student politely bowed her head and sat down.

Togami took a seat opposite her, Hourai-senpai sat next to her, and Arisu stood behind the two. I decided to observe the discussion from a slightly distant spot by the wall.

“Firstly, nice to meet you, I am Togami Nadeshiko, the student council president. I have just been appointed not long ago, so there may be some areas where I fall short, but I hope I could still be of help.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami introduced herself in a pleasant voice that exuded gracefulness. Even knowing her true, clumsy nature, I couldn’t help but be captivated. The overly energetic vibe from earlier was gone, and her demeanor in dealing with people was perfect.

“I am Sena Akane, a first-year student. I’m part of the tennis club!” (Akane)

The girl who introduced herself as Sena sounded slightly nervous as she spoke.

Next, Hourai-senpai and Arisu introduced themselves.

“I’m Hourai Misuzu, a second-year and the student council vice president. Nice to meet you.” (Misuzu)

“I’m Yura, the student council treasurer. Just like Sena-san, I’m also a first year!” (Arisu)

“Oh, yes! Nice to meet you!” (Akane)

Looks like the entire student council was expected to introduce themselves. As I walked toward the sofa, I started to speak.

“And I’m the student council secretary…” (Takaki)

At that moment, Sena flinched. What was that about?

“Huh! You’re Gujou-san from Class B…!?” (Akane)

“Oh, do you know Takaki?” (Arisu)

Arisu asked in a weird way. She’s probably thinking something rude like, “Wasn’t Takaki a loner?”

Unfortunately, based on Sena’s reaction, she doesn’t seem to have any pleasant thoughts about me.

“Well, it’s just that there’s a rumor you’re the biggest delinquent since Reishuu started.” (Akane)

Yeah, that sounds about right… What else could it have been?

Even among first-year students, my bad reputation had already spread widely.

Sena must have heard the rumors somewhere.

So, what should I do now?

If it were just a random encounter in the school, there wouldn’t be much of a downside to letting the misunderstanding go. It would only hurt my feelings a bit.

However, since I’m here as a student council member, I couldn’t just leave it be.

“Look, Sena, I don’t know where you heard those rumors, but I’m not a delinquent.” (Takaki)

I spoke as friendly as I could, with a smile.

“Eek.” (Akane)

However, upon seeing that smile, Sena’s expression tensed up. She slid her hips onto the sofa, positioning herself diagonally opposite to me.

“Just think about it. If I were really a delinquent, there’s no way I could be a student council member.” (Takaki)

“Well, that’s true, but…” (Akane)

She visibly showed her wariness.

“W-Wait, could it be that Gujou-san has taken over the student council!?” (Akane)

“Of course not!” (Takaki)

Arisu, unable to watch this unfold, jumped in to help.

“Haha, well, Takaki is easily misunderstood, but he’s really not that shady. As his childhood friend, I can vouch for him.” (Arisu)

“Arisu…” (Takaki)

I sent a relieved glance her way, and she casually raised her thumb as if to say it was nothing.

“He just has a menacing look and a face that could pass as a delinquent, he’s socially awkward, a loner who slipped and broke his bone checking his face on his phone before school, and to top it off, he’s just going through a rebellious phase where he can’t keep up with his studies. So don’t worry!” (Arisu)

“Oi!” (Takaki)

Just when I thought she was helping me, she had to throw in all those unnecessary words.

Well, what she’s saying is all true, but even if it’s true, it still feels like it’s slander.

“Is that so?” (Akane)

Nevertheless, I appreciated Arisu stepping in for me.

Going along with the flow, I tried to explain to Sena.

“Yeah… Yura’s right. Besides, if I really were a dangerous student, I would’ve been expelled by now.” (Takaki)

“But there’s also the possibility that Gujou-san has already taken over the entire Reishuu High School.” (Akane)

“If I had that much power, it would be too late to worry about such things, won’t it?” (Takaki)

After calmly addressing everything, Sena finally came to understand that I wasn’t a delinquent.

Seeing Sena’s composed demeanor, Togami, who had been observing the situation, prompted her to continue.

“Shall we get to the main topic then? Sena-san, regarding your concern.” (Nadeshiko)

“Oh, right! Actually, um, I feel a bit guilty asking this of everyone in the student council…” (Akane)

“Don’t worry about it. Supporting everyone’s school life is part of our duty in the student council.” (Nadeshiko)

“Oh, that’s reassuring! Then, if you don’t mind…” (Akane)

“Yes?” (Nadeshiko)

As we, the student council, anxiously watched, Sena nervously played with her fingertips on her knee and smiled shyly.

“To be honest, there’s someone I’ve liked for a long time. We’re quite close, but because of that closeness, I feel like I’m not seen as a romantic interest. I’m worried that I might be seen as just a friend. So, I thought I’d ask everyone in the student council how I can get this person to notice me romantically!” (Akane)

There was a brief moment of silence.

“…Eh?” (Arisu)

Arisu, who was standing by my side, couldn’t help but let out a surprised sound.

Togami clasped her hands neatly on her knees and sat upright on the sofa.

She glanced at me as if seeking help, but what am I supposed to say?

“Kyaa! I said it!” (Akane)

On the other hand, Sena, perhaps relieved after sharing her concerns, raised her hands to her cheeks and was getting excited.

The initial tension had dissipated somewhere.

Deciding to discuss it among ourselves, I subtly gestured for Togami to come closer.

“Um, excuse us for a moment.” (Takaki)

Togami and Hourai-senpai also stood up, and the four of us gathered to discuss quietly.

“This is a love consultation, isn’t it?” (Takaki)

Hearing my words, Togami had a difficult look on her face.

“It seems so. Honestly, I didn’t expect to receive this kind of request…” (Nadeshiko)

“So, what should we do about this? Are we going to flat out refuse to take a love consultation in the student council?” (Takaki)

“However, it doesn’t sit well with me to send away a student who came to us for help. But I must admit, I’m not confident in handling a love consultation myself… How about you three?” (Misuzu)

Hourai-senpai directed the question to us, but both Arisu and I shook our heads.

“If it’s a friend, that’s one thing, but giving strangers love advice is too much responsibility.” (Takaki)

“I have no clue about this kind of thing either.” (Arisu)

“Hmm, I see…” (Misuzu)

“Well, I read online that when girls ask for advice, you just need to say ‘uh-huh,’ ‘yeah,’ ‘it’s his fault,’ or something. Just nod along and wrap up the conversation sounding like it’s resolved.” (Takaki)

Sometimes just having affirmation is enough, right?

It seemed like a fairly constructive suggestion, but Arisu next to me began nudging me aggressively with her foot.

“Um, Arisu-san, that hurts…” (Takaki)

“Because you say the worst things!” (Arisu)

“But I read it online… ow! Okay, got it, I’m sorry!” (Takaki)

“Haa… if you try that, I’ll really hit you.” (Arisu)

Between getting stepped on and getting punched, I couldn’t decide which was worse. For now, I’ll just take this seriously.

I turned to Togami, wondering what we should do next.

She seemed unsure herself, glancing briefly at Sena behind her.

Sena sat on the sofa, visibly restless and fidgety. Clearly, she was concerned about our conversation, occasionally glancing our way, though she kept her face composed.

Togami slowly turned back, clasping her fists in front of her chest.

“Let’s take on Sena-san’s request.”  (Nadeshiko)

She said it firmly with an unwavering expression.

“Are you okay with that?” (Takaki)

“Yes. I’m sure Sena-san must have thought hard about it before sending the DM. It wouldn’t be right to send her home now that she’s trusted us enough with her concerns,” (Nadeshiko)

Hearing those words, Hourai-senpai smiled.

“That’s a good attitude to have. I may not know much about romance, but I’ll do my best to help.” (Misuzu)

“Alright, I’ll do my best too!” (Arisu)

With that, we returned to our seats.

Togami, seated in front of Sena, smiled gently and spoke.

“I apologize for the wait. The Student Council will gladly listen to Sena-san’s concerns. While I can’t guarantee how much we can help, I promise we’ll do our best.” (Nadeshiko)

Upon hearing those words, Sena’s face lit up brightly.

Seeing her expression, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that we hadn’t refused.

“Thank you so much! I’m glad I came here!” (Akane)

Sena made a small fist pump. It was a bit pressure-inducing to see her so happy when nothing had been resolved yet.

With sparkling eyes, Sena leaned forward on the table.

“Togami-san, you’re incredibly beautiful so you must have a lot of experience with romance, right!? Ah, I’m so jealous!” (Akane)

“Eh?” (Nadeshiko)

Sena clasped her hands together like in a prayer and spoke with a dreamy expression.

Seeing her like that, Togami looked bewildered.

Indeed, Togami had a strikingly good appearance, so it wouldn’t be surprising if she had a boyfriend.

The issue was, if she did have one, her clumsiness would undoubtedly be exposed.

“And the other council members… All of you ladies seem like you’d be popular and have plenty of romantic experience!” (Akane)

Sena casually praised everyone else, excluding me.

Upon receiving her gaze, Hourai-senpai and Arisu reacted with a slight twitch.

“I’ve always been focused on training, so I’m not very experienced in romantic matters.” (Misuzu)

“Well, I’ve been confessed to before, but I haven’t actually dated anyone.” (Arisu)

“Even so, that’s good enough! And as for Gujou-san… he seems like he might make girls cry instead…” (Akane)

“Hey.” (Takaki)

Sena’s prejudice against me remained as strong as ever.

For the record, even during my serious middle and elementary school days, I never had any experiences with being popular, whether romantically or otherwise. By high school, I’ve been avoided by both boys and girls alike, so my romantic experience is zero. While I’ve been close friends with Arisu for a long time and don’t feel uncomfortable around girls, it’s likely they feel uncomfortable around me. It’s sad to say that about myself.

Sena seemed unfazed by her unintentional slip and turned back to Togami.

“Senpai, you must be a master at handling complicated romantic nuances, right?” (Akane)

“Huh… well, yes, you can count on me. I might even have enough insight to be called a love master.” (Nadeshiko)

“Wow!” (Akane)

Sena applauded enthusiastically, prompting Togami to cross her arms and boast with a smug expression.

Knowing her true nature, I understood this was just a front, but Sena had no way of knowing that.

“So, Sena-san. Could you tell us more about your situation?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami redirected the conversation towards Sena, urging her to elaborate.

◆

According to Sena, she had feelings for her childhood friend, Tachibana. However, to Tachibana, Sena was just a childhood friend and not seen as a girl. Sena wanted to make him notice her, but due to her lack of romantic experience, she didn’t know how to go about it, so she turned to the Student Council for advice.

That was the gist of her story.

“A childhood friend, huh…” (Arisu)

Arisu murmured after hearing the whole story.

“Sorry, but I have to ask. Wouldn’t it be better to discuss this kind of issue with close friends rather than the Student Council?” (Misuzu)

In response to Hourai-senpai’s question, Sena gave an awkward look.

“Well… that’s true, but my friends already believe we’re already dating. And I’ve sort of just gone along with it.” (Akane)

“Aren’t you going to clear up the misunderstanding?” (Nadeshiko)

“B-But! It feels good, you know! When they say things like ‘Aww, so lovey-dovey!’ or ‘I want a boyfriend too!’ I really start feeling like we’re actually dating!” (Akane)

“Is that how it works…?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami looked perplexed.

But before anyone could say more, Arisu suddenly ran over to Sena and grabbed her shoulders firmly.

“I understand! I totally get how you feel!” (Arisu)

“Really, Yura-san?!” (Akane)

“Yeah, falling for someone you’re close to is tough, especially if they’re oblivious.” (Arisu)

“Exactly! But it’s that difference from other guys that makes me like him!” (Akane)

“Absolutely! I mean, it’s not like I’m in love with my childhood friend or anything, just speaking in general terms, you know.” (Arisu)

Arisu turned her face away, coughing to cover her flustered expression.

While everyone was contemplating Sena’s dilemma, I approached Togami and asked quietly.

“Hey, Togami, what’s this about being a love master?” (Takaki)

With a smug smile, Togami answered confidently.

“Just as I said. I’ve read a fair number of romance manga.” (Nadeshiko)

“…Haa?” (Takaki)

“Have you heard, Gujou-san? Reading romance manga teaches you about various issues and joys related to love! I’ve read dozens of series, so in my head, I have the experiences of dozens of people… no, considering that some series feature multiple couples, it’s practically more than that! My recommendations include ‘Opposites Attract’, where a cheerful, energetic girl falls for a calm, quiet boy, and ‘Meals Behind the Supermarket’, which follows the slow-burning romance between a supermarket worker and a salaryman. And then there’s…” (Nadeshiko)

As she continued, her excitement grew, and she eagerly began discussing her favorite series.

She… She thinks she understands love just from reading romance manga…!

“When it comes to childhood friend romcoms, there’s ‘The Romcom Where the Childhood Friend Won’t Lose’, although… she loses in that one…” (Nadeshiko)

I was about to tell Togami the harsh truth that real-life romance isn’t like manga when…

“Erotic selfies.” (Arisu)

Arisu suddenly said something outrageous.

“Yura-san!? Do you mean…!?” (Akane)

Sena, with a shocked expression, covered her mouth with her hand and began to tremble.

“The important thing is to change how he perceives you from ‘childhood friend’ to ‘classmate who’s a girl.’ And for that, you need to make his heart race!” (Arisu)

Arisu started saying something that actually sounded like it came from a romance master.

“I see, make his heart flutter, huh? Even though he’s dense, he’s still just a high school boy; he can’t resist something erotic…!” (Akane)

“That’s right, Sena-san! There’s no way a high school boy can resist erotism! All you need to do is to send him an erotic selfie and you’ll be promoted to love interest in no time!” (Arisu)

“Ohhhh!” (Akane)

Sena clapped enthusiastically, clearly impressed by the suggestion.

“No, wait… is that really a good idea?” (Akane)

Hourai-senpai, on the other hand, wasn’t convinced.

Well, of course. Advising people to send erotic pictures of themselves is problematic, especially when it’s coming from the Student Council.

“Togami, maybe you should stop this?” (Takaki)

“True, in romance manga, there are scenes where sending photos in casual clothes or pajamas leads to the guy blushing and feeling excited, that’s the standard pattern.” (Nadeshiko)

“Huh?” (Takaki)

“Ah… Sending something explicit might not be a good idea, but trying one that makes the other party aware of your femininity could be worth a shot. As a love master, there’s some logic to this approach.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami nodded seriously in agreement.

This girl and her clueless romance manga brain…!

“That’s right! As expected of a love master! Togami-san, you really get it!” (Arisu)

“As expected of the student council president! You have a wide range of knowledge! I admire that!” (Akane)

“Hehe, well, it’s only natural.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami crossed her arms and nodded thoughtfully.

Seems to me that she was enjoying the feeling of being praised by the two of them.

As I stood there dumbfounded, Arisu called out to me.

“So, Takaki, could you step out for a bit?” (Arisu)

“Hey Arisu, you’re not seriously planning to take them here, are you?” (Takaki)

“They say ‘strike while the iron is hot’, right?” (Arisu)

“I feel like this isn’t a good idea…” (Takaki)

“Anyways, if you’re around, we can’t exactly take the pictures, can we? Come on, out you go! And if you try to peek, I’ll hit you.” (Arisu)

“Y-Yeah… Sena, do your best.” (Takaki)

I said “do your best”, but should a guy like me really encourage a female student to take erotic selfies?

Anyways, I got kicked out of the student council room.

I stood a short distance away from the closed door, contemplating my next move. Not that I’m curious about what’s happening inside or anything, but voices leaking through the gap in the door are beyond my control. It’s an unavoidable situation.

“Alright, Sena-san! Let’s take some super sexy shots now! They’ll be so hot that whoever sees them will fall head over heels!” (Arisu)

“Yes, Yura-san! I’m ready!” (Akane)

“Alright. Let’s start by unbuttoning a bit of your chest. Oh yeah, this is hot…” (Arisu)

“W-Wait, if you unbutton that much, your underwear will be visible!” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s fine, Togami-san. Romance manga would be even more extreme!” (Arisu)

“Hey, are you really going to do this in the student council room? Shouldn’t we move somewhere else?” (Misuzu)

“No way! It’s perfect here! Mixing eroticism in this formal space is the key!” (Arisu)

“Ugh, I won’t be able to face my senpais from last year…” (Misuzu)

“Next, let’s see… sit on the chair and lift one leg.” (Arisu)

“Is this okay?” (Akane)

“You’re looking good, Sena-san! Yeah, that’s it! Next, lift your skirt a bit!” (Arisu)

“Ei!” (Akane)

“Wow, it’s really picking up! I’m getting excited too!” (Arisu)

“I-I-isn’t this a bit too much, Yura-san!?” (Nadeshiko)

“Nono, if it’s not a bit naughty, it’s not an erotic selfie, right? Nowadays, high school boys are used to seeing everything online, so it’s just about right to add a bit more spice to it! Now for the next shot… how about I lie down and we go for a low-angle shot from below…” (Arisu)

Even though the door was closed, loud voices could be heard leaking through. Naturally, one couldn’t help but imagine what was happening inside. Of course, it was all beyond my control.

But really, this is just too stimulating…

“Ah, maybe I’ll go to the vending machine in the courtyard for a bit…” (Takaki)

Unable to endure any longer, I muttered to myself and quietly slipped away from the student council room.

◆

I spent quite some time at the vending machine, pondering, and in the end, I bought a carton of orange juice.

As I sipped through a straw on my way back, I noticed that the door to the student council room was open.

It seemed like the selfie session was over.

Not wanting to barge in abruptly, I knocked gently, just in case.

Inside, I heard a faint voice from Arisu saying, “Haa…”.

Peeking in cautiously, I saw all four of them, including Sena, slumped over the desk looking exhausted.

“Uh, you all look beat…” (Takaki)

“Oh, Gujou-san. Sorry for kicking you out earlier.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami noticed me and lifted her head slowly.

“So, did you send the selfie?” (Takaki)

“Well, in the end, it was deemed too explicit, so we scrapped the idea.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami chuckled in a troubled manner.

Beside her, Arisu smiled bitterly, while Sena covered her bright red face with both hands.

“Well, we really went too far with that. If it leaked out, Sena-chan’s student life would have been over.” (Arisu)

“Yeah, I got carried away… even doing that kind of shots…” (Akane)

“But hey, it’s good we noticed before sending it, right?” (Arisu)

“Exactly. If it got out that we filmed that in the student council room, we’d all be writing reflection essays at least.” (Akane)

Even Hourai-senpai, with a cross-armed and bewildered expression, blushed slightly.

What kind of photos did these girls take?

“What were you all even doing in the student council room?” (Takaki)

I sighed heavily as I sat on a sofa away from the four of them. 

Looks like we hit a roadblock.

Since it’s come to this, I might as well suggest an idea I came up with during my walk.

“Actually, wouldn’t just a message be enough? Without including any pictures.” (Takaki)

“What kind of message?” (Arisu)

“Yeah, considering the upcoming exams, how about something like, ‘How about studying together at my place next time?’ It might be easier to be aware of each other compared to places like the crowded library or a family restaurant.” (Takaki)

“Hmm, using a study session as an excuse sounds very high school-like and natural. For close childhood friends, it wouldn’t be an unnatural step, and it adds a special feeling to studying in a private space.” (Misuzu)

Houshii-senpai warmed up to this idea. Anything seemed better than erotic selfies.

“I see! If you arrange a study session at home, it could naturally lead to developing romantic feelings right then and there! Like accidentally touching hands while studying, or one of you dozing off and seeing their sleeping face, or even inadvertently picking up their glass for an indirect kiss…” (Nadeshiko)

This idea seemed to strike a chord with Togami’s romance manga-influenced imagination. She drifted into her own world, clearly pleased.

Arisu also nodded approvingly, showing her impressed expression.

“Simple is best, Takaki, that’s a good idea… What do you think, Sena-san?” (Takaki)

“Yes, I’m totally fine with it. I’ll send the message now!” (Akane)

Sena quickly tapped away on her phone screen.

—(Next time, want to have a study session at my place?)

With that simple message sent, Sena left her app open on the screen and placed her phone on the desk where we could all see.

Not even a minute passed before a notification came.

“It’s here!” (Akane)

“What does it say?” (Arisu)

“Um… ‘There’s not enough space in your room for two people to sit lol’.” (Akane)

…………

An awkward silence filled the air.

Ignoring the message, Sena turned off her phone screen.

Her face trembled with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

“Well, first off, I think you should clean up your room.” (Misuzu)

“I know, okay!” (Akane)

Houshii-senpai interjected with a pained expression, prompting Sena to retort tearfully.

“Ugh… This is the downside of having a childhood friend…” (Akane)

“Well, at least you avoided having a guy you’re interested in see a room with no space to even walk.” (Takaki)

“That’s not the issue here!” (Akane)

Seeing that even my attempt to comfort her had no effect, Sena slumped over the desk, her upper body resting heavily on it.

Observing her, Togami placed a hand on her chin and muttered with a serious tone.

“This calls for… the suspension bridge effect.” (Nadeshiko)

“Is that like mixing the thrill of romance with the thrill of crossing a real suspension bridge?” (Takaki)

“Exactly! Hmm, knowing about the suspension bridge effect, could it be that Gujou-san is a love master too?” (Nadeshiko)

“As if!” (Takaki)

Knowing about the suspension bridge effect could be considered basic knowledge if you’ve delved into romance-themed manga or anime to some extent.

For those who don’t know, the suspension bridge effect flips the usual flow of romance from [meeting a wonderful person → fall in love → feel your heart race] to [encounter a high tension situation → feel your heart race → fall in love].

I might not be a love master, so the details might be off, but that’s the general idea.

“That sounds great! But how are you going to make her childhood friend’s heart race?” (Arisu)

Arisu asked curiously, but some reason, Togami looked at me and smiled.

“That’s where you come in, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“…Huh?” (Takaki)

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The next day after school.

We, the student council, gathered at a café located near our high school.

I was seated alone at a small table for two, while the rest of the members occupied an area a bit further away.

Sena and her childhood friend, Tachibana, were scheduled to join us shortly.

Togami’s plan was as follows:

First, create a situation where Sena and Tachibana would be walking home together. 

Then, have Sena guide them into the café where I would be waiting at a table. 

Sena would deliberately bump into my table, and I would act unreasonably and excessively angry towards her. 

The goal was to create a high tension situation to make Tachibana’s heart race.

There were probably other ways to do it though.

However, yesterday, Togami said…

“Listen. First, Gujou-san will act intimidating, making Tachibana-san’s heart pound. This clears the first stage of the suspension bridge effect, but… that’s not all.” (Nadeshiko)

“And?” (Akane)

Sena looked at her with eyes full of anticipation.

She still seemed to think Togami was a love master. How pure can she be?

“There’s a chance that Tachibana-san will try to protect Sena-san and stands up for her, creating an opportunity for a romantic atmosphere!” (Nadeshiko)

“Oh~! Like a hero protecting the heroine from delinquents at a time of need! Just like in a romance manga!” (Akane)

“Oi, don’t make me the delinquent.” (Takaki)

My interjection went unnoticed by Sena, who gazed at Togami with admiration.

“Yes, if things go well, they might even become a couple right away.” (Nadeshiko)

“As expected of you, Togami-san! It was worth consulting the student council, after all!” (Akane)

“Oi! Don’t use me as a pawn! What if Tachibana gets seriously scared and runs away…” (Takaki)

I tried to argue my way out of this unpleasant role.

A hand patted my shoulder.

“Takaki, this is for the student council.” (Arisu)

Arisu had a slightly suppressed smile on her face.

“And also, it’s a rare chance to make use of your face.” (Arisu)

“Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?” (Takaki)

“Well, it’s fun to play the wingman in other people’s love life.” (Arisu)

“At least try to deny it a bit.” (Takaki)

And so, the plan was set in motion for the very next day.

After waiting a few minutes, a message from Sena popped up. 

“(We’ll be reaching soon.)” (Akane)

“Ah, Sena-chan’s here!” (Misuzu)

“Where?” (Nadeshiko)

“She’s lining up behind the counter.” (Arisu)

I could hear the three of them having a quiet conversation, so I glanced over in the direction they pointed at.

Sure enough, there was Sena standing in line, next to a guy with metal-framed glasses.

I had assumed Tachibana would be more athletic like Sena, but he gave off an indoor type vibe. On second thought, they were just childhood friends, so it made sense that their clubs or hobbies might not align.

The three of them, including Togami, looked at me and nodded. 

Seeing this, I reluctantly nodded back and cleared the table. It wouldn’t be good if a drink spilled when Sena bumped into me.

The two finished placing their orders and started walking towards us.

Sena pointed to the counter seat by the window behind me, likely guiding Tachibana to sit there.

“Kya!” (Akane)

As planned, Sena bumped into my table while passing by.

At this point, I was supposed to pretend to be excessively angry… but things didn’t go as expected.

“Ah!” (Akane)

Unexpectedly losing her balance, Sena knocked over a drink from her tray and orange liquid flew out, splashing all over my face.

*splash*

I could feel the sweet and tangy orange-flavored drink seeped into my mouth through the corners of my lips.

“Gu-Gujou-san!” (Nadeshiko)

“Pfftttt~!” (Arisu)

“Haa… What are you guys doing?” (Misuzu)

I could hear the suppressed voices from the three girls. Arisu seemed to be enjoying the situation.

“……” (Takaki)

“…U-Um… Are you okay?” (Akane)

With orange juice dripping from my face, clearly not looking okay, Sena spoke to me with a strained expression.

Tachibana, realizing I was the infamous ‘Gujou’ from the same grade, had turned pale.

I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the juice from my face first. I then dabbed at my uniform, though it was clear that I would need to wash it.

“Oi, you…” (Takaki)

Just as I began to speak, recovering from the unexpected event, Tachibana stepped in front of Sena. In a swift motion, he bowed deeply and shouted loud enough to echo throughout the cafe.

“I-I’m so, so sorry!!” (Tachibana)

“Ha?” (Takaki)

Suddenly, my brain froze at another unexpected turn of events.

Tachibana was on the verge of prostrating¹ himself before me, if not already kneeling.

“I’m really, really sorry for what happened…! I’m so sorry!” (Tachibana)

“No, I’m not that angry.” (Takaki)

“She’s a bit of an idiot, but she means no harm! I swear, there wasn’t any ill-intentions towards you, Gujou-kun!” (Tachibana)

It seemed like Tachibana didn’t even hear my words as he continued to desperately explain himself.

Meanwhile, behind him, Sena covered her mouth with both hands, murmuring with a vacant expression, “Yu-kun…”

Why did it have to be like this? And why was Sena calling him “Yu-kun”?

Well, depending on how you looked at it, maybe it can be seen as him trying to protect his childhood friend. But was this really such a heroic scene?

“I really don’t mind what happens to me, so please just forgive Sena!” (Tachibana)

“I’m telling you, it’s really not that big of a deal…” (Takaki)

“I’m sorry! We’re not trying to make enemies of you, Gujou-kun! We’re just regular high school students!” (Tachibana)

“I’m a regular high school student too!” (Takaki)

What does he think of me?

Tachibana’s dramatic plea made even me, the supposed victim, feel a prickling discomfort.

On top of that, Tachibana’s over-the-top reaction prompted whispers from those around us like, “Is he okay?” “Is this extortion?” “Should we call the police…?”

“M-Money, right!? Y-Yeah, your clothes got wet so it’s natural! Okay, um, I’ll just take off all my clothes right here, and maybe we can settle this…! I’ll even give you my glasses!” (Tachibana)

“Don’t pull out your wallet, don’t take off your clothes, and I don’t need your glasses!! Just stop!!” (Takaki)

After managing to calm Tachibana down by restraining him, I explained that I wasn’t angry, didn’t need any money or clothes, and certainly didn’t need his glasses. Of course, I couldn’t mention the plan, so I quietly warned Sena for what she did.

Haa… I probably won’t be able to go to this cafe for a while now…

◆

A few days later in the student council room…

“After all that, what happened with Sena and her childhood friend?” (Takaki)

After the incident, Sena personally apologized to me the day after the commotion. She even offered to cover the cleaning costs, but I politely declined. I didn’t want to fuel any further rumors.

Well, after washing it at home, the stains weren’t as bad as I thought, and aside from a faint orange scent, there were no real damages. Although, when I move around a bit, I catch a faint citrusy aroma lingering in the air.

As I thought about this, Togami, who was working on some administrative tasks beside me, looked up.

“Ah, regarding that, we agreed to have considered it resolved for now.” (Nadeshiko)

Arisu, who was sitting on a nearby sofa, seemed to have been listening to our conversation. She put her hands on her cheeks and let out a delighted expression.

“She said, ‘We will move on our own pace, so there’s no need to rush. I know he cares about me.’ Kyaa~!” (Arisu)

“Well, Tachibana did stand up for Sena, but… is that really okay?” (Takaki)

Honestly, I couldn’t quite bring myself to say Tachibana was cool.

He was panicking a lot and it didn’t quite fit the image of what I think someone who looks cool helping a girl would be.

As I muttered in confusion, Arisu shook her head with an exasperated expression.

“Ah, you really don’t get it… When you know someone well enough, you move past the stage of liking them just because they’re cool, and you end up liking them despite seeing all their flaws.” (Arisu)

“I see. The path of love is deep.” (Misuzu)

Hourai-senpai nodded thoughtfully with arms crossed.

Togami also muttered in a quiet voice that only I could hear.

“I should read more romance manga and train myself further. Otherwise, I can’t become a proper student council president.” (Nadeshiko)

“Wait, that doesn’t sound right…?” (Takaki)

And so, the first consultation received by our student council was resolved.

By the way, subsequent consultations received by the student council were all sorts of absurd ones, such as finding foster homes for hamsters or studying for upcoming tests. It made me wonder if the students might have a misunderstanding about the role of the student council…

Thanks for reading!

I always thought the suspension bridge effect was like “hero saves heroine -> heroine’s heart pound -> heroine falls in love”. But here it’s like “hero saves heroine -> hero’s heart pound -> hero falls in love”.

Maybe my definition of the suspension bridge effect is the one which is off.

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1. You know, the famous Japanese apology position where your head is on the floor

One day during lunch break.

The classroom was filled with the voices of students rejoicing with the arrival of lunch break. With such a happy commotion behind me, I wandered around the school with a lunchbox in hand.

“Haa… Should I go to the rooftop stairs of the practice building today, behind the staff parking lot, or…” (Takaki)

In my mind, I considered where to eat lunch today.

Of course, all the options were for one person.

I have said this many times, but I was treated as an outcast in class. If I ate in the classroom, it would make the atmosphere uncomfortable, so to avoid causing trouble, I decided to eat lunch outside. You could call me a master of consideration.

However, the school cafeteria is crowded, and it’s uncomfortable to eat alone there. Tables on the terrace or in the lounge are all occupied by other cliques.

As a result, the only remaining options are places that are dim even during lunchtime, with hardly anyone around, and where it isn’t usually cleaned.

Would this kind of lunch environment manifest as a health disparity in a few decades? What if I was chosen as a research subject at a university, anticipating my loneliness?

I shoved my idle hand into my pocket as I lamented my fate of being alone and likely having a shorter lifespan.

Then, I felt a cool sensation at my fingertips, followed by a metallic sound.

It was the spare key to the student council room, given to each student council member.

Since student council members frequently use the student council room, we were given spare keys to avoid the hassle of going to the staff room each time.

Usually, someone would already be there after school so I hadn’t had much use for it so far.

“Ah.” (Takaki)

At that moment, a revelation struck me.

I see… the student council room!

In the student council room, I could eat lunch alone without anyone noticing, and it even had chairs and a sofa for comfort.

Moreover, it was fully equipped with a kettle, sink, and mini-fridge!

“Heh, hehehe… I see, this is why I became part of the student council…” (Takaki)

It felt like it was destiny. For the first time since becoming a student council member, I truly appreciated the perks. Until now, it had been nothing but hassles, and I hadn’t felt any benefits from being an officer. Without such privileges, it wouldn’t be worth it.

Unable to suppress my overflowing smile, I walked down the hallway, grinning.

Perhaps because I looked so scary, the nearby students quickly parted to make way for me.

My steps feel much lighter now.

…I’m not sad at all, not in the least.

During lunch break, the practice building was unusually quiet. Occasionally, voices could be heard from those eating lunch in their club rooms, but it was a stark contrast to the noisy classroom building.

The area around the secluded student council room was similarly quiet.

Inserting the key into the door of the student council room, it made a ‘click’ sound and opened.

Casually pushing open the door, I was surprised to see a figure sitting on the sofa.

“Uwa…” (Takaki)

“Kyaa!? Ouch! Who is it?!” (Nadeshiko)

As I unintentionally let out a weird sound, the figure stood up in surprise. A dull thud followed as they bumped into the desk. Their long, straight, beautiful black hair flew wildly, and for a moment, I felt like I was witnessing a lion dance or something.

…Come to think of it, something similar happened before.

I sighed inwardly and called out to our student council president, who was hiding behind the sofa.

“Togami, it’s me. I’m not here to hurt you, so come out.” (Takaki)

“Gujou-san?” (Nadeshiko)

Peeking cautiously over the backrest of the sofa, Togami let out a sigh of relief.

“What do you want?” (Nadeshiko)

“Same as you. Came to eat lunch.” (Takaki)

“How did you know I was eating lunch here!?” (Nadeshiko)

“Anyone could tell.” (Takaki)

On the desk were a bottle of cola and two melon bread. In Togami’s left hand was a partially eaten melon bread.

There was no doubt she was eating lunch here, but I was surprised by the less-than-expected junk food combination.

I heard she was rich, so I thought she’d be having a luxurious bento for lunch or even ordering from UberEats. We actually have a few of those types at our school.

“Are you here alone, Togami?” (Takaki)

“Aren’t you alone too, Gujou-san?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami nodded with a sullen expression. I had considered the possibility that she might be eating with Hourai-senpai or Arisu, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

“Do you always eat here?” (Takaki)

I asked Togami, who was rubbing her shin which she had bumped earlier.

“No, today is just a coincidence, or rather, a rare occurrence.” (Nadeshiko)

“So, you usually eat with friends then?” (Takaki)

“Friends…? Oh, yes! That’s right! I usually eat with friends.” (Nadeshiko)

“Hey, you sound like you never heard of that word before.” (Takaki)

Even if she didn’t have friends, she should at least be able to understand it properly. Was it that unfamiliar of a word to Togami?

Feeling a sense of camaraderie, I gazed at Togami with a lukewarm expression.

“Let’s do our best, both of us.” (Takaki)

“D-Don’t just treat me like we’re cut from the same cloth!” (Nadeshiko)

Togami retorted seemingly annoyed, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slightly moist. I must have hit a nerve.

It’s tough, isn’t it… for both of us…

Of all people, it’s ironic that the student council president, who’s perceived as “perfect” by everyone around, can share this kind of hardship.

The world is truly strange.

Or rather, isn’t it unusual that two out of four student council officers are loners? Statistically speaking, it’s abnormal.

After the unexpected encounter, I sat down at a long desk.

Even though we were acquaintances, sitting on the same sofa as girls felt a bit awkward.

I opened the lunchbox I brought from home. It contained white rice, along with mini tomatoes, pickled vegetables, and stir-fried cabbage and pork cubes with miso that I had made extra of last night. For a homemade meal by a high school boy, it was pretty decent.

Silently, I put my hands together and quietly recited “itadakimasu” in my mind. I picked up a mini tomato with my chopsticks and popped it into my mouth.

“…” (Nadeshiko)

“…” (Takaki)

It’s awkward.

When two loners come together, a lively atmosphere doesn’t magically appear. We’re both loners because we can’t easily connect with others.

Of course, Togami and I aren’t meeting for the first time. In fact, our relationship is somewhat deeper.

After all, we made such a promise yesterday.

However, I’m here with Togami not because she asked me, but simply by chance.

If that’s the case, maybe it’s better for both of us to quietly finish our meals without trying to force a conversation or interfere with each other.

No, despite being familiar with each other, silently eating lunch without any conversation feels off… It’s like a snapshot of modern society where people don’t even know their neighbors’ last names.

Speaking of which, I wonder what Togami thinks about this situation.

Glancing over at Togami, I noticed she was also looking at me, and our eyes met.

Both of us hastily looked away, but it was clear we had caught each other’s gaze. There was a tense silence between us.

We both seemed to silently plead, “Could you say something first…”

It was Togami who broke the silence first.

“Um… do you have any topics to talk about?” (Nadeshiko)

“Don’t just expect me to come up with a topic out of nowhere. But seriously, what’s with this awkward atmosphere?” (Takaki)

“Isn’t it you who came here later and created this awkward atmosphere?” (Nadeshiko)

“But you’re the one who initiated the conversation first, right? It’s a rule of thumb that the person who talks first has to bring up a topic, so Togami, could you suggest something first? I’ll come up with the next one.” (Takaki)

“Ugh… Well, I guess you’re right.” (Nadeshiko)

After a bit of back and forth, I managed to smoothly steer the conversation. Based on how easily she gave up, I couldn’t help but be worried about Togami’s debating skills.

After a moment of hesitation, Togami painfully forced out a topic.

“So… Gujou-san, why are you a loner?” (Nadeshiko)

“That’s the worst topic you could have picked!” (Takaki)

With just a few words, I was fully convinced of why Togami was also a loner.

This girl’s casual communication skills are abysmal. Why would she start off with such a difficult topic?

Togami looked flustered, waving her hands in a panicked attempt to explain herself.

“Well, since you went through the trouble of bringing up a topic, it’d be rude not to answer… It’s nothing big, though.” (Takaki)

I explained the reasons why I became a loner in high school, leaving out the details about my family.

I had carelessly enrolled in the prestigious Reishuu High School but struggled to keep up with the academics. I failed at making friends right off the bat. Then, in early May, I fell down the stairs and broke a bone, resulting in a disastrous midterm exam. My lifestyle went downhill from there, leading to misunderstandings of me being a delinquent and being completely isolated from the rest of the class.

I shared these bits and pieces of my story.

“…And that’s how it is. It’s my own fault, really.” (Takaki)

After I finished summarizing my story, Togami muttered with a look of disbelief.

“Wait a minute. That’s not nearly enough.” (Nadeshiko)

“Huh? Did I forget something?” (Takaki)

“You left out everything about your time in middle school.” (Nadeshiko)

“No, that’s because I had friends in middle school.” (Takaki)

Then Togami placed a hand on her forehead, wearing a serious expression as she pondered about something deeply.

Did I say something strange?

“I think I just heard something unbelievable… ‘I had friends until middle school,’ you said.” (Nadeshiko)

“Yeah, it’s true. I had friends until middle school, and I think I even had quite a number.” (Takaki)

I did well in my studies and was decent at sports. I was even the student council president, so I had a wide circle of friends.

Togami’s eyes widened in shock at my words.

Then she narrowed her eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

“…Traitor.” (Nadeshiko)

“Hey, hold on, I didn’t lie about anything from the start.” (Takaki)

From the way she said it, it seemed like Togami didn’t have any friends even before middle school. In that sense, she was a true loner.

Feeling betrayed for no reason, Togami continued to mutter curses at me with resentment.

“[Fake loner], [Guy who had friends in middle school], [Someone who calls themselves a loner just because their friends aren’t at the same school], [Winner who has a cute childhood friend even though he says he’s a loner].” (Nadeshiko)

…Wait, are these curses? Or compliments?

The tone and content were so mismatched that I couldn’t tell. If I took the words at face value, I’d actually be happy.

“Um… thanks?” (Takaki)

“I’m not complimenting you!” (Nadeshiko)

Apparently, her words were intended as insults.

“But it’s weird.” (Nadeshiko)

“What is?” (Takaki)

“That anyone would want to be friends with Gujou-san, given your eyes and demeanor.” (Nadeshiko)

“That’s rude! Kids don’t care about that stuff! Besides, my friends from before middle school were mostly from the same elementary school, and my eyes used to look better back then.” (Takaki)

In my kindergarten graduation photo, my gaze was normal. My middle school graduation photo looks almost the same as the one from kindergarten, but my eyesight has declined since starting high school, so I have to squint more, causing me to look more menacing.

After expressing her dissatisfaction and letting off steam, Togami sighed.

“So, why are you a loner, Togami?” (Takaki)

“Well…” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s your turn now. If you really don’t want to say, you don’t have to.” (Takaki)

It wasn’t a topic I was particularly keen to pry into.

Still, Togami reluctantly began to speak. Perhaps she felt obligated since she was the one who brought it up.

“There’s not really a big reason. When I was little, I had to attend a lot of extracurricular activities and couldn’t play with my classmates, so I never really learned how to interact with people privately. To be perfect, studying is essential, and I’m also afraid that someone I’m close to might find out I’m not perfect. After middle school, I just stopped trying to make friends.” (Nadeshiko)

“I see.” (Takaki)

Although it was a brief explanation, it gave a glimpse into Togami’s family situation, her life so far, and the efforts she’s put in.

The fact that someone as clumsy as Togami is perceived as “perfect” by those around her isn’t just a miraculous coincidence. It’s likely because she’s making efforts to cover up her true self.

Whether her family circumstances play a role in this, I don’t know. It’s likely not just a matter of personality.

“But, Togami, someone like you would get approached even if you stayed quiet. You won the election without any issues, so you must be relatively popular, or at least well-liked, right?” (Takaki)

I tried to change the subject, but it wasn’t just a random comment—it was something I was genuinely wondering.

Togami seemed to be aware of that point herself so she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I do get approached sometimes. But it’s mostly about studies or test scores, very formal conversations. There’s hardly anything outside of that.” (Nadeshiko)

“I see.” (Takaki)

Her overly perfect demeanor might give off an unapproachable impression.

A stunning beauty with an elegant demeanor, excelling in both academics and sports, and coming from a wealthy family. It might indeed be rare for people to approach her casually.

In fact, until I got involved in the student council, I thought she lived in a completely different world.

Honestly, if her clumsiness were more widely known, it might be easier for her to make friends. But since she wants to keep it hidden, it makes things complicated.

“But, since people do talk to me in class, I guess I’m doing better than you, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“Uh, yeah.” (Takaki)

That was a tricky comment to respond to. I mean, I have Arisu, an approachable childhood friend to talk to, so it might be an even match. Well, if she’s happy, I don’t really have a reason to mention it.

After a brief pause in our conversation, Togami seemed to remember something.

“Oh, by the way, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“What is it?” (Takaki)

“Before you could use the Student Council room, where did you eat?” (Nadeshiko)

“Ah… yeah, it’s definitely interesting to know where other loners eat.” (Takaki)

It was an intriguing topic this time. Togami must have only started using the Student Council room a few weeks ago at most.

How did she manage to get through lunch breaks all this time? I felt a sense of skinship and wanted to share our struggles.

“By the way, I used to skip lunch and lock myself in the library or self-study room.” (Nadeshiko)

“Skipping lunch is quite a strong solution.” (Takaki)

“When I couldn’t bear it anymore, I distracted myself with high-calorie juices or milk tea. How about you, Gujou-san?” (Nadeshiko)

“I couldn’t skip lunch entirely, so I found somewhere to eat.” (Takaki)

When I answered, Togami’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“I-Is that place perhaps… the restroom!?” (Nadeshiko)

“No way! Don’t look at me like that! I’ve never resorted to eating in the bathroom.” (Takaki)

“What!? I always thought loners ate in the bathroom, that’s the image I had.” (Nadeshiko)

“Everyone’s different. I’d rather eat in the classroom than in the restroom.” (Takaki)

“Is that so?” (Nadeshiko)

“Yeah, I mean, even in a nice high school like ours, the restroom can still be dirty. Sometimes some people would even be doing their ‘big business’ there, so I definitely don’t have the guts to eat lunch there..” (Takaki)

“Haah… Gujou-san, you really are a fake loner…” (Nadeshiko)

“Why are you disappointed?” (Takaki)

By the way, my recommendation is the stairs leading to the rooftop of the practice building or the hidden bushes on the school building side of the staff parking lot. Well, sometimes you have to be careful because you might run into couples wandering around the school or teachers sneaking out to smoke in quiet places.

After that, Togami and I continued to bond over the quirks and tales unique to loners.

I’m well aware that this is a rather sad topic for high school students, but surprisingly, it’s quite engaging.

There’s this mysterious sense of kinship among those who share the same struggles.

After talking for a while, an old-fashioned chime rang out.

*Ding Dong*

“Oh, it’s the bell.” (Nadeshiko)

“Should we head back to the classroom soon?” (Takaki)

Both Togami and I stood up.

Somewhere along the line, I had moved from sitting on the desk to sit on the sofa opposite Togami. Realizing this now made me feel embarrassed.

“Um, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“What is it?” (Takaki)

As I was about to head towards the door with my lunchbox in hand, Togami called out to me, stopping me in my tracks.

Turning back, she had a somewhat solemn expression on her face.

“To be honest, this is the first time since starting high school that I’ve eaten lunch with someone like this… It made me a bit happy.” (Nadeshiko)

“…I see.” (Takaki)

“If you don’t mind, Gujou-san, would you maybe want to eat lunch together again in the student council room? I mean, this the only place I really have to go, so I’ll probably just come and eat here anyways. If it’s okay with you, of course.” (Nadeshiko)

Blushing slightly, Togami spoke in a quieter voice than usual.

Honestly, she’s so awkward when she tries to express himself.

For me, having lunch with Togami wasn’t bad at all. Plus, there was no reason to avoid using the student council room that we were given.

So, my answer was clear.

“Yeah. If the restroom smells too bad, I’ll come over here.” (Takaki)

“…Wait, are you still hung up on what happened earlier, Gujou-san?” (Nadeshiko)

“Apparently, loners are creatures that have to eat in the bathroom.” (Takaki)

“Ugh, you’re really still hung up on that… I’m sorry, okay?!” (Nadeshiko)

Well, I’ll keep dropping by the student council room from tomorrow onwards.

I hope someday I can invite Arisu and Hourai-senpai there too.

Thanks for reading!

Asking a loner why they are lonely is just one of those things you don’t ask them. There were times when my classmates asked me the same thing but what the heck do they expect me to respond with?

I can also relate to camping in the student council room to hide away from other people. Plus, it’s air-conditioned.

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“Phew, it’s finally over.” (Takaki)

“Um…” (Nadeshiko)

“Hm?” (Takaki)

“Thank you so much, Gujou-san. I owe you one.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami, in her dusty school uniform, smiled genuinely with a relieved expression. Seeing that face made all the accumulated frustrations melt away.

…Well, I have no complaints about helping someone in need. The problem is that this someone is our student council president and a complete klutz.

“I’m sorry for showing you this side of me again, like yesterday.” (Nadeshiko)

“Don’t worry too much about it. Everyone has days like this… well, sometimes.” (Takaki)

“That’s not comforting at all! …Haa. Really, I’ve just been causing trouble for you, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

She looked more hunched over than usual, clearly feeling down. Maybe it was a shock to have her usual clumsiness exposed one after another.

“Hey, Togami.” (Takaki)

“What is it?” (Nadeshiko)

“Is it okay if I tell the other student council members about this?” (Takaki)

“Huh?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami’s eyes wavered, showing a hint of fear.

I made an effort to speak in a natural tone, trying not to be intimidating.

“Well, you know. Since these things have been happening in succession, it’s hard to keep hiding them from the other student council members forever. Wouldn’t it be smoother to just admit from the start that you’re a bit clumsy… no, that you have a few absent-minded moments and ask for their support?” (Nadeshiko)

That way, it would reduce my burden too, and the risk of Togami’s clumsiness being exposed to outsiders would also decrease.

As someone who joined the student council to avoid repeating a year, I wanted the student council’s operations to go smoothly. Though it might embarrass Togami, it would be much easier if everyone were to work together.

Despite my reasoning, Togami looked down with a gloomy expression.

“I…” (Nadeshiko)

“Hm?” (Takaki)

“I have to be perfect.” (Nadeshiko)

The words were squeezed out of Togami’s mouth.

Her voice was timid, but behind it, there was a clear determination.

“That’s the only way I’ll be acknowledged. So I have to perform the student council president’s duties perfectly. I can’t let anyone find out I’m the kind of person who gets stuck in a window frame of the gym storage room.” (Nadeshiko)

Well, it would indeed be embarrassing to be known as the kind of person who gets stuck in a window frame.

“But still, it’s already affecting your ‘perfect’ work…” (Nadeshiko)

As I began to object, Togami abruptly bowed her head.

Her glossy black hair spilled down with the ends nearly touching the ground.

“Please! If you keep this a secret, Gujou-san, I’ll do anything! I’ll take care of all your work as the secretary and even handle all your class assignments.” (Nadeshiko)

“…” (Takaki)

While I remained silent, Togami clasped her hands in front of her chest and leaned forward, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything for you! I-I mean, since men like, um, lewd things, I can even…” (Nadeshiko)

“Calm down, Togami.” (Takaki)

“Ow.” (Takaki)

I gave Togami a light chop on the head as she started to get carried away.

Reflexively, Togami covered the top of her head with both hands.

It seemed she finally realized she had said something strange.

“I’m sorry. I said something weird.” (Nadeshiko)

“Let’s calm down and talk, okay?” (Takaki)

“Yes…” (Nadeshiko)

Togami became meek and submissive, but her determination remained unchanged.

She looked straight into my eyes with a serious expression.

“Gujou-san, once again, please. Could you keep quiet about what happened yesterday and today?” (Nadeshiko)

“You said you want to be perfect to be acknowledged.” (Takaki)

“Yes. I have to be a proper student council president, there are circumstances…” (Nadeshiko)

“Well… I kind of get how you feel.” (Takaki)

I too had a time when I wanted to be acknowledged by someone.

When I was in elementary school, my mother passed away from an illness, leaving me to live with my father. However, my father got assigned to work overseas alone, and since I refused to transfer schools, I ended up living with my aunt.

Before leaving Japan, my father said, “I’ll come back when Takaki is in high school.”

So, I worked desperately to be able to proudly face my father when he returned. I maintained excellent grades throughout middle school and served as student council president. I put all my effort into the high school entrance exams and got into the prestigious Reishuu High School. Even though I could hardly have video calls with my busy father, I still believed.

When he came back to Japan, he would be happy to see me. He would praise me.

My hopes were crushed just before starting high school with a single message that read, “My return has been postponed. I probably won’t be back for another three years.” It hit me hard. I was so down that I couldn’t focus on studying for the entire spring break, and I might not have even made it to the entrance ceremony if Arisu hadn’t invited me.

After starting school, I managed to shift my feelings, but then I fractured my bone shortly after.

The final nail in the coffin was the fracture and mid-term tests.

There was a sense of emptiness underlying it all.

No matter how hard I tried, it felt like my efforts were futile against things beyond my control.

That sense of emptiness still lingers within me today.

“It might all be in vain.” (Takaki)

“Huh?” (Nadeshiko)

The words slipped out unintentionally.

I didn’t know where to direct my emotions, so I continued speaking spontaneously.

“Just because you put in effort doesn’t mean you’ll be rewarded. That’s just how the world works. There are events beyond your control that could make everything you’ve done pointless. What’s the point of working hard in a world like that?” (Takaki)

Just like I once felt.

Even Togami’s current efforts might be meaningless.

“That’s true. It might all be futile.” (Nadeshiko)

“Huh?” (Takaki)

“I also have the feeling that everything might be pointless.” (Nadeshiko)

Surprisingly, Togami affirmed my words.

I didn’t expect to convince her with such an emotional argument. In fact, I had a feeling she would deny it.

Yet, why?

“Then why do you strive for perfection?” (Takaki)

“Because that’s what it means to me right now.” (Nadeshiko)

Togami looked at me squarely with a resolute gaze.

Her eyes pierced through me, leaving me without a word.

“I might not achieve anything even if I try my best. But I don’t think that should stop me from trying. At the very least, the fact that I tried will still remain. Even if it all amounts to nothing, I want to have moments where I can look back and think, ‘I was trying my best back then’.” (Nadeshiko)

What a dazzling perspective.

She had emotions that I seemed to have lost along the way. That’s how I felt.

Unable to say anything, I watched as Togami nodded slightly.

“I’m sorry for saying something so presumptuous. Shall we leave from here now? It might raise suspicions if we stay here too long without returning.” (Nadeshiko)

She smiled slightly, seeming a bit embarrassed, and brushed off the dust from her uniform.

Ah, honestly… When I look at Togami, it feels like I’m seeing my old self, the me who innocently worked hard every day just to be praised by my father.

To dispel my impatience, I scratch my head vigorously.

Taking a deep breath, I start speaking.

“Hey, Togami.” (Takaki)

“What is it?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami’s eyes, cool and captivating like ice in a summer glass, capture my gaze. The sunlight streaming through the window beautifully illuminates the dancing dust particles. It feels like just the two of us are submerged in the depths of the ocean.

I wonder if this is appropriate to bring up. Will it bother her? Such thoughts cross my mind.

It took some mental preparation.

After a brief pause, I spoke up.

“Would you let me help you, Togami?” (Takaki)

“Huh?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami blinked in surprise and looked back at me.

Swallowing nervously, I continued.

“You’re the student council president, and I’m a member of the student council. If you ever have any problems, I want you to rely on me.” (Takaki)

“I already plan to leave the secretary duties to you though.” (Nadeshiko)

“I’m not talking about just the student council duties. Even if it’s something personal like today, if there’s anything you’re struggling with, I want to help as much as I can. If you rely on me, I won’t tell Arisu or Hourai-senpai about any of this.” (Takaki)

I was retracting my earlier statement, but I felt I’d regret not saying this now.

Togami, who still seemed unsure of the situation, cautiously probed me.

“…Why would you go so far for me, Gujou-san?” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s not like I have a definitive reason. But well, after getting involved this much, it’d leave a bad taste if I just walked away.” (Takaki)

There really wasn’t a definitive reason.

It’s just that I have a meddlesome childhood friend that I couldn’t fully embrace individualism¹. It might be a disadvantage to survive in today’s society.

As Togami contemplated my words, she muttered with a troubled expression.

“Well, I would appreciate your help if you offer it… but there’s no benefit for you, Gujou-san… Oh! Could it be money!? Indeed, my family is wealthy, but I don’t have that much disposable income personally… Well, I might have around forty to fifty thousand yen per month…” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s not about money!” (Takaki)

She condensed all the negative aspects of being wealthy into that moment.

I wavered upon hearing a specific amount but managed to restrain myself.

“Anyways, yeah. It saves me from unnecessary guilt, and it helps Togami keep the student council running smoothly. So, it’s a win-win.” (Takaki)

“Well, yes, that’s true…” (Nadeshiko)

“Do you trust me?” (Takaki)

“Yes, I completely trust you, Gujou-san. You’ve helped me yesterday and today.” (Nadeshiko)

Being trusted so easily also makes me uneasy. She seems to be the gullible type of person who would get easily deceived by a fraudster.

“I just feel it wouldn’t be fair if there’s no benefit for you, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“I think Sashiki-sensei already mentioned it, but I joined the student council to avoid repeating a year. Ending the term smoothly without any hiccups in the student council would be beneficial for me.” (Takaki)

From my previous conversation with her, it doesn’t seem like failing to fulfill my duties as a student council member would immediately lead to repeating a year. But let’s leave that aside for now.

“In that case, alright. I understand.” (Nadeshiko)

It seemed like Togami finally agreed, and she extended her hand.

I paused for a moment, unsure of what it meant.

“I look forward to working with you, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“…Likewise.” (Takaki)

I only realized she was offering a handshake when Togami reached out and grasped my limp hand, which had been hanging limply at my side.

Her cool body temperature transmitted through, and her smooth touch stirred my heart.

In the dimness of the gym storage room, I felt oddly relieved for the moment.

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Around the time the sun was beginning to set, we returned to the student council room.

Upon opening the door, Arisu and Hourai-senpai were seated at the long desk, brewing tea from a teapot and nibbling on pastries.

They seemed to have been enjoying quite an elegant time. Meanwhile, I was covered in dust thanks to someone getting stuck in a window frame.

“Oh, you’re both quite late, aren’t you?” (Arisu)

“Good job, both of you. We were just about to check on you if you took any longer.” (Misuzu)

Upon seeing us enter, Arisu gave us a skeptical glare, while Hourai-senpai sighed with relief.

“Oh, sorry about that. It was a bit dim in there so the inspection was quite a hassle.” (Takaki)

“Y-Yes, that’s right! Gujou-san helped me out with various things!” (Nadeshiko)

I flashed a reassuring smile, quickly grabbed my bag nearby, and tried to distance myself from Togami, who spoke in an awkward tone.

We really cut it close… If those two had shown up at that place, there would have been no way to hide Togami’s clumsiness.

“Since Takaki is heading home, I’ll go too. Senpai, shall we start tidying up the teapot and cups?” (Arisu)

“Sounds good. I’ll leave with you guys.” (Misuzu)

“I-I’ll help too!” (Nadeshiko)

The two of them swiftly began cleaning up, with Togami joining in. I considered offering to help but hesitated to handle dishes touched by the girls, so I gave up.

We parted ways with Togami near the station, and at the ticket gate with Hourai-senpai heading in the opposite direction for the train.

Arisu and I boarded a train just before the evening rush hour. We were able to find seats together at the center of the carriage.

When the train started moving, Arisu, sitting next to me, peered at me intently with a serious expression. Despite being childhood friends, her beautiful face being this close made me somewhat nervous.

“…Takaki, you’ve been with Togami-san for quite a while.” (Arisu)

“Well, yeah, it was quite challenging.” (Takaki)

That wasn’t a lie. It might have been even more than just “challenging”.

“…I smell something.” (Arisu)

“Huh?” (Takaki)

Sniffing softly, Arisu leaned closer to my school uniform.

“It smells dusty, like Togami-san. Hmm, I feel like I could also smell the conditioner that she used…?” (Arisu)

Is she a dog or something? Did she really sniff out Togami’s scent too?

“Well, we were working together in the same room.” (Takaki)

I tried to deflect, but she wasn’t letting up.

“Just because you were in the same room, would her hair scent rub off on you? That seems a bit difficult unless you were hugging her or something?” (Arisu)

This girl is too sharp for her own good.

Arisu might be cut out to be a police dog or a detective. I feel like I’ve seen an old drama rerun where detectives used scent as a clue.

“…There’s no way that could happen. You’re talking about me and Togami, you know?” (Takaki)

I subtly shifted my position, creating distance between myself and Arisu.

Seeing my reaction, Arisu narrowed her eyes even more sharply.

“Hmm… suspicious…” (Arisu)

From then until we got off the train several minutes later, I pretended to be asleep to avoid any further scrutiny.

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Childhood friends can always smell the scent of other girls on the person they’re interested in. It’s like an innate ability at this point.

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1. Individualism means the habit or principle of being independent and self-reliant. Tbh, I have no idea how this sentence is related to the reason but I’m pretty sure I translated it correctly.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s think about how to get you out of there.” (Takaki)

If we continue to dawdle, other students might eventually find us. Our student council president will probably be seen as a fool who got stuck in the window frame of the gym storage.

That was actually what happened, but the dignity of the student council would be ruined.

If the student council’s work became harder to manage, it would be bad for me as well, so despite my reluctance, I had no choice but to help Togami.

“Wait here for a moment.” (Takaki)

I decided to step out of the storage room and check on the situation of Togami (upper body).

Fortunately, the second gym storage room was at the edge of the school building. When I went outside, the sports club students could be seen further away on the field, and no one was looking in our direction.

I circled to the back of the storage room, facing the slope covered with thick trees.

Togami’s upper body was sticking out from a spot about a head higher than my height.

With her long black hair hanging down due to gravity, it would have been quite scary if you didn’t know her lower body was stuck inside. If I encountered her like this on a dark road, I’d probably get scared.

Even the school blazer, popular for its design, looked somewhat dirty, likely from forcing herself through the window frame.

“…Hey.” (Takaki)

Not knowing what to say, I raised my hand slightly to greet Togami (from the waist up).

Togami looked down at me with an awkward expression. Even in this situation, her beauty still shines through, which is both annoying and impressive.

“Hello.” (Nadeshiko)

“Feels like it’s been a while since we last met.” (Takaki)

“That’s impossible. Do you really think my upper body and lower body are separate entities?” (Nadeshiko)

She had a point, but I didn’t want to hear logic from someone stuck in a window frame.

I had always been skeptical of the idea that who is saying something is more important than what is being said, but at this moment, I had to agree.

I pulled myself together and tried the stir the conversation back.

“Uh… are you okay?” (Takaki)

“If there’s someone who feels okay while being stuck in a window, I’d like to meet them.” (Nadeshiko)

“Yeah, I guess.” (Takaki)

“I feel terrible. Haa…” (Nadeshiko)

Togami, looking exhausted, let out a small sigh.

I hadn’t noticed when we were inside, but seeing her face now, she seemed a bit down. Her upper body was sticking out of the window, and she had to support herself with her hands against the outer wall, which looked quite strenuous.

With thirty percent of me wanting to help her and seventy percent wanting to go home quickly, I tried to come up with a constructive idea.

“Can’t you just slowly slide back the way you came?” (Takaki)

At the very least, since she managed to get from inside to outside, there should be enough space for her upper body to return.

However, Togami blushed and responded.

“Well, when I went through, I forced my way in, but… when I try to go back, my chest gets stuck.” (Nadeshiko)

“Ah, with that size… ahem, I understand the situation.” (Takaki)

Togami’s chest was, well, rather beyond the usual size range. Because of that, it got caught on the window frame like a hook.

Having a chest that large does have its downsides… no, in normal life, you wouldn’t get stuck in a window frame.

“Conversely, if I push you from behind, would you be able to get out?” (Takaki)

“It might be possible, but the height is just at a point where I can’t get a good foothold. If I try to push myself out, I’d probably fall headfirst.” (Nadeshiko)

“I see. That would be dangerous.” (Takaki)

Togami’s upper body was nearly two meters off the ground. Even though the ground was unpaved soil, falling forward from that height could easily result in broken bones.

“Got it. I’ll figure something out.” (Nadeshiko)

I went back into the storage room and brought out several wooden slats that could serve as a base, arranging them under Togami’s upper body. Then, I laid down some gym mats to act as cushions. 

These mats were stored in the second gym storage room, so they were dusty, but it couldn’t be helped.

The distance between Togami’s upper body and the mats was about one and a half meters. It was unclear if this would actually help, but it was better than nothing. Rumor had it that Togami was athletic, so I decided to believe that she could handle a fall.

“I think if you can use both hands to land, you’ll be fine.” (Takaki)

“Thank you! Then, Gujou-san, please push me from behind. That way, I think I can slide out forward.” (Nadeshiko)

“Got it. Let me know if you think it’s too risky.” (Nadeshiko)

I went back inside the gym storage room and faced Togami’s lower body. For some reason, it felt like I was meeting her after a long time.

Come to think of it, have I talked more with her upper body or lower body today?

While pondering this meaningless question, I heard Togami’s voice from outside.

“Alright, Gujou-san. Please push with all your strength.” (Nadeshiko)

“Okay… hmm?” (Takaki)

I replied, but then I froze for a moment.

She had simply said “push,” but where exactly was I supposed to push?

In front of me, Togami’s lower body presented a series of choices: her butt, behind her thighs, the back of her knees, calves, ankles, and shoes.

… No matter where I pushed, it felt like it would create an extremely awkward and possibly criminal scene.

“What’s the matter, Gujou-san? Please push!” (Nadeshiko)

Togami’s voice urged me from outside, so I decided to ask her.

“Um, Togami.” (Takaki)

“What is it?” (Nadeshiko)

“Where exactly am I supposed to push?” (Takaki)

“Well, of course, the butt… no, maybe behind the thighs…? Um, well…” (Nadeshiko)

“…………” (Takaki)

Togami must have also realized the issue with this approach.

An awkward silence lingered.

“…………….” (Nadeshiko)

“…………………………..” (Takaki)

“Um, Gujou-san.” (Nadeshiko)

“Yeah?” (Takaki)

“I’ll push against the wall with all my strength to slide out. Could you go outside and support me so I can safely come down?” (Nadeshiko)

“Got it.” (Takaki)

I hurriedly left the storage room and headed towards Togami’s upper body.

Togami was already positioned with both hands on the wall, preparing to push herself out.

“Alright, I’ll do my best.” (Nadeshiko)

“Got it. I’ll wait down here, ready to support you if things get bad.” (Takaki)

“Please.” (Nadeshiko)

With that, Togami let out a determined “Hmm~” and exerted force through her hands. Presumably, she was also kicking up the mat with her legs.

Slowly but surely, Togami’s body was emerging from the window frame towards my side. At the same time, her unbalanced upper body began to tilt towards me.

“Ahh!” (Nadeshiko)

With a slight sway, Togami let out a small scream.

She grabbed onto the window frame with both hands, hanging in a dangerous position.

“W-Wait a minute! Time out!” (Nadeshiko)

“It’ll be fine. Even if you fall, I’ll catch you.” (Takaki)

“But this position is terrifying! I’d never fallen out of a window at this angle before in my everyday life!” (Nadeshiko)

“Who even gets stuck in a window frame anyway?!” (Takaki)

“This is my third time in life!” (Nadeshiko)

“I’ve never heard of such an outlier life!” (Takaki)

I blurted out in disbelief upon hearing this unbelievable information. 

She got stuck in a window frame three times in her fifteen or sixteen years of life? 

Who on earth besides an escaped convict would even consider trying to escape through a window?

“We need to get you out quickly before someone finds us! Please, try your best!” (Takaki)

“Ugh… Why is this happening to me…” (Nadeshiko)

Those should be my words. Why do I have to catch a girl stuck in a window frame?

“I might not make it… I don’t feel like I can get out…” (Nadeshiko)

“Hey, if you give up now, it’s game over! At least as Student Council President, it’s game over!” (Takaki)

Togami, with vacant eyes and a faint smile, began murmuring negative thoughts under her breath.

Come to think of it, she was like this yesterday in the Student Council room too. Despite her usual confident appearance, deep down she seems quite negative.

“Heh… I’ll just live the rest of my life stuck in this window frame… Maybe, eventually, I’ll get thin enough from not eating and be freed…” (Nadeshiko)

“Surely someone will find you and get you out.” (Takaki)

“Ahaha, yeah… and then I’ll become known as the Student Council President who got stuck in a window frame… It’ll be talked about at Reishuu High School for generations to come…” (Nadeshiko)

“Well, it might make for some interesting chatter during a teacher’s class.” (Takaki)

“Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that! I-I really don’t want anyone to find me after all!” (Nadeshiko)

After venting her negativity, Togami rallied her spirits and exerted more strength through her hands.

“Mnnnngggg…” (Nadeshiko)

“That’s it, keep it up.” (Takaki)

“Uggghhhh… Mmngghhh… Aagghhh…” (Nadeshiko)

Despite hearing a voice one should not hear from a girl in this situation, I decided to ignore it because getting stuck in a window frame was already an unseemly act for anyone.

As I encouraged her, Togami managed to push her hips out and was almost completely out.

“Good job, Togami! Keep it up!” (Takaki)

“Um, Gujou-san…” (Nadeshiko)

“What now!?” (Takaki)

“My… um, my butt’s… kind of… stuck…” (Nadeshiko)

“Use your determination to push through.” (Takaki)

“That’s not exactly helpful!” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s okay, based on my estimation, Togami’s butt is smaller than her chest!” (Takaki)

“W-When did you come up with such a terrible estimation!?” (Nadeshiko)

Togami shot me a fearful glare. Who would have thought I’d end up receiving such looks from the same person who’s stuck in a window frame?

“I just made that up on the spot, but it feels like it might be true!” (Takaki)

I had actually noticed it when I was talking to Togami’s lower body earlier, but saying that out loud would probably lead to something worse, so I kept it to myself.

“…Indeed, my chest area is covered with a thick blazer and other layers underneath. Comparatively, the fabric around my butt is thinner, so it might be easier to pass through.” (Nadeshiko)

In the midst of this crisis, Togami surprisingly managed to come up with something logical. It reminded me of the saying that cockroaches show remarkable intelligence when cornered. 

Ideally, I wished she had demonstrated this kind of resourcefulness before getting stuck in the window frame.

“That’s the spirit. It’s tough with gravity working against you, but can you try lifting your legs or shifting your center of gravity towards me?” (Takaki)

“Got it, I’ll give it a try!” (Nadeshiko)

Togami braced her hands against the outer wall and leaned forward, pushing herself further out.

At that moment, Togami slid downward towards me while still in a diagonal position.

“Ugh… ngh… Kyaa!!” (Nadeshiko)

“It’s okay, I’ll hold on to you” (Takaki)

To prevent Togami from landing face-first, I slid both hands under her armpits to support her.

If I lowered her slowly like this, there wouldn’t be much impact.

“Gujou-san, you’re touching… um, my chest!” (Nadeshiko)

“This is your armpit!” (Takaki)

“Really!? But, uh, isn’t it a bit off, like slightly out of place!?” (Nadeshiko)

Upon hearing her words, I realized I might be feeling something vaguely unfamiliar under my hand. However, it was merely a possibility, and I couldn’t rule out that it was just part of her armpit.

Anyway, my main focus was on safely landing Togami, so I truly hadn’t had the luxury to worry about such sensations. I subtly adjusted my hand position to the side of her armpit to divert attention.

“I don’t have the luxury to worry about that right now! Even if I accidentally touched something, close your eyes and ignore it!” (Takaki)

“I-Isn’t this what they call sexual harassment!?” (Nadeshiko)

“If you don’t want to get hurt, stay quiet!” (Takaki)

In a panic, I uttered words that, without context, could only be heard as those of a criminal, as I desperately supported Togami’s body.

Though Togami had a good figure, she was quite heavy for one person to handle. My legs were trembling uncontrollably.

“Kyaa!” (Nadeshiko)

“Ughh!” (Takaki)

Togami (her entire body) suddenly slipped down all at once and was thrown onto the mat. To cushion the impact, I ended up underneath her.

For about ten seconds, we lay intertwined on the mat, both of us breathing heavily. 

…There’s no deep meaning behind those words, but somehow it’s suggestive when taken out of context.

“Haah, haah, haah… Togami, are you alright? Are you hurt?” (Takaki)

“Uh, y-yes… Gujou-san, I’m sorry. I landed on you… ah.” (Nadeshiko)

In a flustered state, Togami scrambled off me, relieving me of her weight. Despite her good figure, Togami was tall, so she was indeed a bit heavy.

“Gujou-san, are you sure you’re not hurt?” (Nadeshiko)

“I’m fine. I’m sorry for touching you earlier.” (Takaki)

“No, it was an emergency… I don’t mind.” (Nadeshiko)

“Well, that’s good to hear. I probably would’ve lost if you sued me.” (Takaki)

“I wouldn’t do that to someone who just helped me. Besides, I think they take circumstances into consideration… right?” (Nadeshiko)

After exchanging light banter, we both regained our composure.

To cover our tracks, we divided up the mats and boards we had laid out and returned them to the storage room. I thought Togami might be exhausted, but she seemed surprisingly energetic, cheerfully carrying the boards.

Once everything was cleaned up, I sat down in a corner of the storage room to catch my breath.

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Honestly, I was just waiting for either one of the student council members to come looking for them right as they were talking about suggestive stuff.

Forget about losing the case if you get sued, you probably can’t even afford the attorney fees to defend yourself. 

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