Chapter 2: The Interview Begins

The day after being summoned to the student council room.

“Good morning, Tomonari-san.”

As I was about to enter Class A’s classroom, a female student called out to me.

“I’m from the student council’s press team. I usually cover the vice president. Today, I’ll be following you all day, so please bear with me.”

“Looking forward to it.”

It was the same person who had served me tea in the student council room yesterday.

She held a binder in her hand, and a small camera peeked out from her chest pocket. She looked every bit the part of a journalist.

“Class is about to start. I’ll be observing, so please act as you normally would, Tomonari-san.”

“Don’t you have to attend classes, Vice President?”

“I’m excused during interviews.”

It was more professional than I’d expected.

Still, as the vice president suggested, I decided to act as usual. The whole point of this interview was to show the students my authentic, unpolished self, after all.

The first period was chemistry. Class C’s teacher entered the room.

As the lesson progressed, students diligently took notes. …The burnout from the Management Game lingered, but even so, the students of Kiou Academy managed to focus during class. As expected, they were a serious bunch.

(Back then, I used to pray desperately not to be called on…)

Every time I was singled out to solve a problem in front of everyone, I’d tense up. I thought I’d never escape that anxiety at Kiou Academy, but—

“Alright, question seven… Tomonari-kun.”

“Yes, sir.”

Called on, I stood and wrote the answer on the blackboard.

“Correct. Well studied.”

“Thank you, sir.”

With light applause, I returned to my seat.

When you’ve thoroughly prepped and reviewed, not only do you lose the nerves, but you almost want the teacher to call on you. It’s a surprising change, even for me. Gaining that bit of confidence made classes genuinely fun. If I hadn’t studied so hard to keep up with my classmates, I wouldn’t have learned to enjoy it.

Glancing at the hallway, I saw the vice president scribbling on a sheet clipped to her binder.

I hoped it’d lead to a good evaluation, but staring too much might make it seem like I wasn’t focused on class. I turned my eyes back to the blackboard.

The lesson proceeded smoothly, and soon it was break time.

(Next is gym…)

Looking toward the hallway, I caught the vice president’s eye, and she nodded. Looks like she’d be observing gym class too.

If they wanted to capture my usual self, it’d be weird to chat too much, so I gave a slight bow and headed to the gymnasium with Taishou and the others.

Second period. Gym class began.

We’d already done badminton and basketball, but today marked the start of table tennis. After some light rally and serve practice, we moved on to singles and doubles matches.

“Tomonari, now!”

“Got it!”

Paired with Taishou for doubles, I smashed the ball in response to his call. The ping-pong ball slammed onto the table and rolled to the wall.

“Nice! You can do anything, Tomonari!”

“Just got lucky.”

We won the match, so Taishou and I high-fived before heading to the spectator seats.

At Kiou Academy, filled with refined Ojou-sama and young masters, I’d assumed intense sports wouldn’t be a thing. But boy, was I wrong. From ball games to martial arts to track, we covered it all in class. The students here weren’t just equipped with delicate sensibilities honed at home—they had the grit forged through rigorous lessons.

“It’s getting chilly lately, but exercise still makes you sweat, huh?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

I wiped my sweat with a towel alongside Taishou.

At Kiou Academy, students don’t wipe sweat with their clothes. Except during matches, everyone uses a towel they brought from home. It’s just the kind of refined touch you’d expect from this place.

As I wiped my forehead, Kita approached from a distance.

“Tomonari-kun, got any tips for serving?”

“Let’s see… For you, Kita-kun, maybe try tossing the ball a bit lower…”

I’d been decent at gym since I transferred here, but only recently had people started coming to me for advice.

Being good at sports and being someone others rely on are two different things. It probably took time for people to get to know me after I arrived, and that’s why I’m being approached like this now. Which makes the student council election article—meant to showcase who I am—feel like a seriously effective event.

But I’m not the only one who’s become more relied upon as people got to know them.

The most dramatic change, without a doubt, is… Narika.

Looking over at the girls, I saw Narika in the middle of a doubles match.

“Ah!?”

Narika’s partner swung and missed the ball.

Her face went pale, regret seeping out for letting Narika down.

“M-Miyakojima-san, I’m so sorry…!”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.”

To her partner, who bowed deeply, Narika flashed a reassuring grin.

“You gave it your all. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

At Narika’s response, her partner’s cheeks flushed red.

“…Onee-sama.”

The girl gazed at Narika’s back as she went to retrieve the ball, her expression utterly entranced.

She wasn’t the only one sending Narika adoring looks. Other girls waiting at the court’s edge stared at her dreamily, too.

“What is it… Lately, watching Miyakojima-san makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst…”

“Same… What’s this racing in my chest…?”

I decided to ignore the conversation I overheard.

Having grown leaps and bounds since the Management Game, Narika was now disrupting the academy’s order.

◆

Fourth period ended, and it was lunchtime—

The moment the chime rang, a wave of tension hit me.

(Alright—what now?)

Glancing at the hallway, I saw the vice president silently watching me. I’d hoped she’d step away for lunch, but it seemed she’d be observing me through the break, too.

I’d gotten used to classes since transferring, but there was still one thing I struggled with.

“Tomonari, you heading somewhere again today?”

“…Sorry.”

As I tried to slip out of the classroom with my bento, Taishou and Asahi-san approached.

“It’s becoming a rumor, you know. Where’s Tomonari going every lunch break…?”

“There are all sorts of theories. Like, he’s secretly studying alone. Or he’s a picky eater who doesn’t want to eat in front of others. …Oh, and there’s one that says Tomonari-kun’s actually a spy reporting to headquarters during lunch.”

Headquarters? Where even is that?

Honestly, at Kiou Academy, a spy wouldn’t be that surprising, but it’s definitely not me.

“None of those are right. Actually, I’ve been helping out with family business lately—it’s been busy.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

With a half-baked excuse, I left the classroom.

And then—I bolted down the stairs.

“W-Wait!? T-Tomonari-san!?”

The vice president, observing from the hallway, let out a shocked cry. Pretending not to hear, I dashed through the corridor toward the old student council building.

When I reached the rooftop of the old student council building, Hinako was already there.

“Izuki… good work…”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit late.”

I sat next to Hinako and opened my bento box.

“Aah~”

I carefully brought a piece of food to Hinako’s mouth with my chopsticks.

No way could I let this scene be caught by the press team. If our relationship got exposed to the whole academy, the election would be the least of our worries.

As I fed Hinako a thin slice of meat, I mulled things over.

“Izuki, something wrong…?”

“Nah… just thinking I need to come up with a new excuse soon.”

I’d been asked countless times where I go during lunch. I’d thrown out excuses like needing a breather or taking a nap, but I was running out of ideas.

“Should we… stop during the interview…?”

“…No way. I love chilling with you like this, Hinako. Let’s keep it up.”

At that, Hinako gave a soft smile.

“I… I like sneaking off to meet you like this too… It’s like something out of a shoujo manga. Fun.”

For Hinako, it seemed like a thrilling break from the everyday.

After that, I let Hinako rest her head on my lap, and we zoned out together. She fell asleep quickly, so I gazed at the sky, thinking about the rest of the day’s classes.

When the sun dipped behind a cloud, I checked the time on my smartphone.

“Time to head back.”

“Mm.”

We always left the old student council building twenty minutes before the warning bell. There was still some time, but I couldn’t risk making Hinako late, so it was perfect timing.

After leaving the building together, my eyes wandered to the nearby garden.

As we approached the pond in the garden, koi fish surfaced on the water.

“Oh yeah, we used to feed the koi here, didn’t we?”

“Mm… it was soothing.”

Back when I’d just become her caretaker, Hinako would buy bread at the school shop after classes and toss crumbs to the koi.

“You said you wanted to be like a koi, right?”

“I did…”

She’d said something about being jealous that they just had to open their mouths to get fed.

“But I don’t think that anymore. …Thanks to you, Izuki, a lot’s changed.”

“Because of me?”

“Yeah. …I’ve changed a ton.”

Hinako placed a hand on her chest as she spoke.

“Because of you, my insides… they’ve probably had, like, two Big Bangs.”

“…That much change, huh?”

Apparently, her heart had undergone explosions big enough to birth a couple of universes.

But she’s right—Hinako has changed. She’s more open with people now, and her emotions feel richer. If I played even a small part in that, I’m honored.

While we talked, the koi swam gracefully in the pond. They looked exactly the same as when I first visited this garden. …It felt faintly healing to face something unchanging amidst all the shifts around us. It’s not a bad feeling, connecting with something constant.

“Oh, by the way, I heard the old student council built this pond.”

“Really…?”

“During the Management Game, I visited an IT company, and the CEO—an alum of Kiou Academy—told me about it.”

Apparently, joining the student council gives you the clout to build something as grand as this pond. Of course, they’d need student and teacher approval, but it’s still jaw-dropping power.

Hearing this, Hinako suddenly fell into deep thought.

“…Izuki. Why don’t you aim for student council president…?”

“Uh, why’s that?”

When I asked, her eyes sparkled.

“If you became president… I want you to make a nap room…!”

“…What’s that?”

“A room with just soft, fluffy cushions…! Oh, and a potato chip buffet, too…!”

“…Those both sound like tall orders.”

Well, a nap room might actually be pretty practical. It’s a long shot, but if I become vice president, I’ll casually pitch it to the president.

As we chatted, someone approached from the school building.

It was the vice president.

“Tomonari-san, I’ve been looking for you…!”

She shot me a sharp glare.

“Honestly, if you don’t want us prying, just say so upfront. We’re not trying to invade your privacy, so we can be flexible.”

“S-Sorry…”

So I could’ve just told her? …I’d figured saying something would only make her more suspicious, but it seems that was unnecessary worry.

Having vented her frustration, the vice president seemed satisfied and turned to Hinako beside me.

“By the way, did you just happen to run into Konohana-san?”

“…Yeah.”

“…Really?”

So much for not prying.

But she looked guilty, like she knew she shouldn’t ask but couldn’t help herself.

As I hesitated on how to respond, Hinako spoke up.

“It’s true. I was taking a walk and ran into Tomonari-kun, so we were chatting on our way back to class.”

“…I see.”

Faced with Hinako’s pure, Ojou-sama aura, the vice president backed off easily.

After that, the three of us headed to the classroom. …On the way, I whispered to Hinako so the vice president couldn’t hear.

“Sorry, I should’ve come up with a better cover.”

“It’s not just your problem…”

Hinako shook her head, signaling it was fine.

“Besides… if weird rumors about you spread because of me… it could affect the election…”

Weird rumors—like, what, scandalous romance gossip?

I don’t think we need to worry that much… but then again, given Kiou Academy’s ultra-serious vibe, even a whiff of a love story could blow up into a major incident.

“Thanks for having my back.”

“Mm. I’m a woman who can keep herself in check…!”

Hinako declared with a smug grin.

We entered the school building and walked down the hallway.

That’s when—I heard Tennouji-san’s voice coming from Class C’s classroom.

“I see! So all of Tennouji-san’s recent accomplishments are thanks to Tomonari-san…!”

“Yes! Exactly!”

“You’re deeply grateful to Tomonari-san for solving your problems…! Does that mean there’s a strong bond between you two…!?”

“Exactly! Exactly!”

Tennouji-san nodded enthusiastically, clearly in high spirits during her student council interview.

“…”

Seeing this, the life drained from Hinako’s eyes.

She turned to the vice president with a blank expression.

“…About earlier, can I correct something?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.”

“Actually, Tomonari-kun and I spend every lunch break alone together…”

“A-Alone…!?”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So much for a woman who can keep herself in check, huh…?

◆

After school.

As my classmates headed home one by one, I stuffed my textbooks into my bag.

“Tomonari-kun.”

While I was getting ready to leave, Kita called out to me.

“What’s up, Kita-kun?”

“I was thinking this book might suit you, so I wanted to lend it to you.”

He held out a reference book on IT technology.

But when I saw the cover, I made a face. It was probably a technical book for engineers. The old me would’ve borrowed it without hesitation, but now that I’ve decided to become a consultant, it’s not a priority.

“Thanks, but I’m probably not going into IT anymore…”

“I think this book will be useful for you, Tomonari-san.”

As I tried to politely decline, Suminoe-san chimed in.

“It’s hard to tell from the cover, but it’s more of a book for business leaders than a technical one. I think it covers a lot of what you want to study.”

“Really…?”

Flipping to the table of contents, I saw she was right—it had content you wouldn’t guess from the cover.

Kita glanced at Suminoe-san.

“So, Suminoe-san, you read books like this too, huh?”

“Yes. My family’s company often deals with upstream processes. …You seem to prioritize learning technical stuff, don’t you, Kita-san?”

“Yeah. My family’s company prides itself on technical expertise, so my parents drilled into me that if I don’t have technical skills myself, I won’t be able to lead my subordinates…”

“I see. That’s certainly strict, but it sounds rewarding too.”

When Suminoe-san said that, Kita nodded happily.

Kita himself didn’t seem to harbor any inferiority complex; he probably felt the work was rewarding from the start.

“—And so, as I was saying, even within the same IT industry, organizational management can differ completely depending on the company’s nature. That’s the gist of the book. I think it’s worth a read for you too, Tomonari-san.”

“That was very insightful.”

I bowed my head to Suminoe-san, who had even given me a summary of the book during our casual chat.

“Kita-kun, please lend me that book sometime.”

“Sure.”

Kita chuckled as he looked at me taking the book and at Suminoe-san.

“Suminoe-san, you’re kinda rooting for Tomonari-kun, aren’t you?”

“Hah!? No way, that’s not true at all!”

She denied it with incredible vehemence.

The surrounding gazes turned toward us. Noticing this, Suminoe-san let out a deliberate ahem to brush it off. …She’s not as bad as Hinako, but this girl’s pretty good at putting on a front too.

“…Well, he did beat me once, so I just don’t want him to embarrass himself. That’s all.”

“Uh, like I keep saying, that wasn’t really about winning or losing…”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh… humility can turn toxic if you overdo it, you know?”

“That’s my line…”

If I just owned it and acted smug, I have a feeling Suminoe-san would lose it completely.

And at that moment—

“Oh-ho-ho-ho! Your VIP has arrived!!”

“Hiaff!?”

The moment I heard that familiar voice, Suminoe-san let out a bizarre yelp and jumped.

A blonde girl with vertical rolls, Tennouji-san, strode into the classroom.

“Why, Suminoe-san. Good day to you.”

“G-g-g-g-good day…!!”

As usual, Suminoe-san seemed to tense up around Tennouji-san. …Because she admires her too much.

Tennouji-san then approached me.

“Tomonari-san, I’ve come to invite you to a tea party.”

“Huh, right now?”

“Yes. Is that inconvenient?”

“No, I’m fine with it, but…”

If it’s a tea party, she’s probably gathering the other members too. I glanced at Hinako, and our eyes met; she nodded. Luckily, Taishou and Asahi-san, who were still in the classroom, overheard and nodded too. That just left Narika, but…

“By the way, Miyakojima-san will be joining us.”

As expected, she’s quick on the uptake.

“Then it sounds like everyone’s set. …Though, it’s a bit sudden, isn’t it?”

“During the Management Game, our tea parties were mostly for meetings, weren’t they? I thought it was about time we held a proper tea party to relax and spread our wings.”

True, during the Management Game, we mostly exchanged information, and there wasn’t much calm conversation. The original vibe of our tea parties was supposed to be much more laid-back.

“And also…”

Tennouji-san glanced toward the hallway.

There, the student council officers were still observing us.

“…It seems the student council is aware of the name ‘Tea Party Alliance.’ I thought it might be good to show them a bit of it, for the sake of their coverage.”

“I see…”

The Tea Party Alliance. That’s the name of our group—me, Hinako, Tennouji-san, Narika, Taishou, and Asahi-san—or rather, the name inspired by the tea parties the six of us hold. I don’t know who came up with it, but the name has spread far and wide, and from what Tennouji-san just said, it’s even reached the ears of the third-years.

Our tea parties are generally held irregularly, so there was a chance we wouldn’t have one during the election period. But… I hope I’m not being conceited, but with how famous we’ve become, some students are probably curious about what our tea parties are like. If the ‘A Peek into the Daily Lives of the Candidates’ segment the president prepared didn’t mention the Tea Party Alliance at all, students might feel let down. Tennouji-san seems to be mindful of that.

Since the coverage is about showing our true selves, I’d planned to act naturally, and since we do hold tea parties occasionally, it’s not like we’re staging anything excessive.

“That’s a great idea.”

“Isn’t it?”

Tennouji-san puffed out her chest proudly.

Just as I thought we should head to the café, a girl from our class approached.

“U-um, Tennouji-san.”

“Yes, what is it?”

A girl from Class A nervously spoke to Tennouji-san.

“Um, could it be… during the Management Game, were you and Tomonari-kun… on a date…!?”

“A d-date!?”

Her blonde vertical rolls bounced.

My heart bounced too.

What’s that about? What’s that about!?

“Tomonari-san.”

Suminoe-san fixed me with an icy glare.

“Explain. In detail. While I’m still sane.”

Her muscles seemed to be tensing up, as she approached with unnervingly stiff movements.

This is bad. I feel my life is in danger.

“No, wait, there’s some kind of misunderstanding here. That never—”

“But I saw it! The two of you walking together at the art museum…!!”

As I tried to explain, the girl from our class shouted that out loud.

Amid the classroom’s commotion, her words triggered a memory in my mind.

During the Management Game, when I was overworking myself, Tennouji-san had forcibly dragged me out to relax. We went to an art museum, a café, and even danced together…

“…Oh.”

“Oh!? Did you just say ‘oh’!?”

Suminoe-san grabbed me by the collar.

“Kyaaa!!” the girls in the classroom squealed with excitement. I could hear phrases like “Love triangle!?” and “Romantic rival!?” …Oh no, now Suminoe-san’s been dragged into this mess.

The atmosphere had turned chaotic. Cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

“Looks like we’ve got the topic for the tea party, huh, Tomonari~~ ?”

“Man, Tennouji-san, you picked the perfect time for a tea party, didn’t you~~?”

Taishou and Asahi-san approached with mischievous grins.

Their eyes gleamed like kids who’d found a new toy.

“Tomonari-kun.”

Hinako called my name in a clear, crystalline voice.

In her Ojou-sama mode, with a smile full of benevolence, spoke.

“Your time to leisurely enjoy academy life is over.”

Her merciless words stabbed straight into my chest.

Hinako had told me I could take it easy until the election period, but if I don’t explain this situation well, I’ll end up spending awkward days both at the academy and the mansion.

◆

“—And so, I was merely accompanying Tomonari-san to help him unwind.”

As soon as the tea party started, Tennouji-san quickly cleared up the misunderstanding.

“Hmm… well, if that’s the case, I get it.”

“Sounds like something Tennouji-san would do, honestly.”

Taishou and Asahi-san nodded in understanding, and Tennouji-san let out a relieved sigh.

Hinako and Narika had accepted the explanation fairly quickly, but it took a while to convince Taishou and Asahi-san. …Honestly, I suspect they’d already understood but dragged it out for fun, but seeing how comfortably they’re joking with Tennouji-san now is, when I think about it, a huge change from the first semester.

I took a sip of the tea on the table, only to find it had gone lukewarm. Forgetting to drink the tea because we’re having such a lively conversation is proof of how close we’ve become, which isn’t a bad thing. But topics like this are bad for my heart, so I’d rather avoid them in the future.

“So, when writing your article, please be careful!!”

“Got it!”

Tennouji-san addressed the student council officers observing us from the next table. …I thought the same thing when I passed by Class C during lunch, but that officer seems really energetic.

The student council officers might have some pretty colorful personalities too. Though, most students at Kiou Academy are pretty vibrant to begin with…

“Sorry, Tennouji-san. You had to explain everything…”

“I was the one who started it, so it’s no trouble. …I don’t regret my actions back then, but I did overlook what might happen after the Management Game.”

Tennouji-san, wiping away a bead of cold sweat as if she’d just finished a task, took a sip of her tea.

Something about her phrasing caught my attention.

What did she mean by “after the Management Game”?

“You’ve probably noticed too, Tomonari-kun, but after the Management Game, everyone was pretty… relaxed, right?”

As if sensing my question, Asahi-san explained.

“At Kiou Academy, there’s this old tradition that right after the Management Game, romantic incidents tend to pop up. It’s because everyone’s guard is down, and the game shakes up relationships. …Looking back, people start thinking, ‘Hey, that person was pretty cool,’ you know?”

“I see…”

The Management Game was a big event. I’ve personally felt how it changed my relationships.

This tradition Asahi-san mentioned is probably something every student at the academy knows. That’s why, at this time of year, people jump to connect any romantic gossip with the tradition and get all excited. In other words, Kiou Academy students are starving for romance right now.

“I know I’m the last person who should say this after causing such a stir, but during this time, some students get swept up in the atmosphere and do reckless things. Please be careful, everyone.”

At Tennouji-san’s warning, Taishou and Asahi-san nodded.

But among them, only two of us—me and Narika—exchanged a subtle glance.

Romantic incidents happening right after the Management Game.

Students getting carried away by the atmosphere and acting recklessly.

(…Isn’t that about us?)

Narika, seemingly reaching the same conclusion, turned bright red.

Looks like we unwittingly followed the tradition to a T.

“…What’s wrong, Tomonari-san, Miyakojima-san?”

“N-n-n-n-no, nothing at all!”

“Y-yeah… nothing… at all…?”

We gave an obviously suspicious reaction, but Tennouji-san just tilted her head.

“Even aside from romance, the Management Game changed a lot of relationships, didn’t it?”

Asahi-san said.

“Indeed. Lately, I’ve noticed Miyakojima-san being admired by all sorts of people.”

“Y-yeah. I’d say so. I can feel the changes around me myself. …It’s something I’m grateful for.”

Narika said happily.

Honestly, it’s more than just being admired, but I won’t say that out loud.

The key thing to understand is that, in Narika’s case, her relationships didn’t just change on their own.

Narika herself changed, and that’s why the people around her did too. This is the result of her efforts.

“Your hard work paid off, Narika.”

Almost unconsciously, I looked at Narika and said that. I wanted to tell her so badly that I forgot the awkwardness between us.

Narika’s eyes widened for a moment, but she soon gave a gentle smile.

“Yeah… thanks to you, Izuki.”

Our eyes met.

This time, I didn’t feel awkward—instead, a calm warmth enveloped me.

“…Uh, what’s with this vibe? Could it be, Tomonari-kun, it’s not just Tennouji-san but Miyakojima-san you’ve got something going on with—”

“S-speaking of changes, hasn’t Konohana-san changed too!?”

To dodge Asahi-san’s sharp intuition, I quickly changed the subject.

Hinako was glaring at me. Her stare practically screamed, You used me to dodge the question… I apologized profusely in my head.

“Yeah, Konohana-san’s definitely changed. Just watching our class, it feels like more people are talking to her than before.”

The oblivious Taishou backed up my words.

“…Indeed. As you say, I’ve been approached more often than before.”

Reading the room, Hinako went along with the topic shift.

Sorry, Hinako. And thanks, Taishou.

But honestly, I’d been wanting to talk about Hinako’s changes. After the Management Game, her relationships have been shifting too.

“From what I’ve heard, it’s because of the assembly held near the end of the game. …Thinking back, I’d never relied on everyone like that before, so it feels like that brought me closer to them.”

“Yeah, yeah, everyone in class was saying how honored they felt to be relied on by Konohana-san.”

Asahi-san nodded as she spoke.

The assembly, of course, refers to the meeting held to rebuild Konohana Automotive after the recall scandal.

At home, Hinako’s a lazy girl who constantly relies on others, but at school, she rarely asks for help. To maintain her perfect Ojou-sama image, she has to do everything herself.

Being relied on by someone like her must have made her classmates happy.

As her caretaker, I understand that feeling well. Being needed by someone who carries a heavy burden is an honor and something to be proud of.

So, everyone at the academy must be thinking something similar, to varying degrees.

They want to stand as equals with Konohana Hinako. Deep down, I’m sure they all feel that way.

“Grr… if Konohana Hinako even masters the art of relying on others, my trademark will…”

Tennouji-san muttered her frustration under her breath.

Hinako lacks what Tennouji-san has: charisma. I told Tennouji-san that at the beach during summer break, and I still feel the same. But depending on Hinako’s growth, that might change.

“As the daughter of the Konohana family, I’ve found many areas I still need to improve. I must work hard to keep up with everyone’s growth here.”

Hinako flashed a radiant, almost divine smile.

“Oh… how… noble…”

“Konohana-san… truly an angel…”

Taishou and Asahi-san began bowing to Hinako like devout worshippers.

But, well, realistically, Hinako’s not likely to develop Tennouji-san’s kind of charisma.

Because she has no desire to.

She’s already bad at socializing. I can picture her saying, “Relying on people is such a hassle…” while slumping lazily.

◆

“See you all later~”

“Yes, until Monday.”

Hinako smiled and bowed slightly as Asahi-san waved and got into her car.

After the tea party, everyone headed home in their respective cars.

Hinako and I were about to leave too, but—

“I-Izuki!”

As we headed toward the school gate, Narika called out to me.

“U-u-u-um, I need to talk…!”

“Oh, sure. Got it.”

I nodded, a bit puzzled by Narika’s even more flustered-than-usual demeanor.

I had a hunch about what she wanted to discuss.

I glanced at Hinako beside me.

“Konohana-san, um…”

Narika probably wanted to talk alone, so I needed Hinako to step away. Sensing my intention, Hinako nodded quietly.

“Then, I’ll take my leave. Farewell, both of you.”

Our eyes met as she bowed.

You can head home first, I conveyed with my gaze.

Hinako gave a small nod and walked out the gate.

Now alone, Narika and I moved to the edge of the sports field. As I looked at the sunset-dyed field, I turned to Narika.

“So, Narika. This talk… it’s probably about that time, right?”

“Y-yeah. Right after the Management Game…”

As expected…

The reason things got awkward between us.

The fact that Narika kissed me on the cheek—

“Um… I just want to confirm…”

Narika asked hesitantly.

“Izuki… you don’t… hate me, do you…?”

That question caught me completely off guard.

It was so unexpected that my tension melted away.

“…Hate you? Why would you think that…?”

“B-because I did something like that so suddenly…!!”

Narika said, her face on the verge of tears.

“I’ve been agonizing over it ever since…!! I acted recklessly without considering your feelings…!! Ugh… what have I done…!?”

I was stunned, my mouth hanging open as I froze in place.

…So that’s what she was thinking.

We both sensed the awkward atmosphere. But the awkwardness I felt and the one Narika felt seemed to be slightly different.

Narika was apparently worried that I might dislike her.

“A-at the tea party earlier, Tennouji-san said it, didn’t she? That this time of year, a lot of people get swept up in the mood… Th-that’s me, isn’t it…!!”

I thought the same thing.

To be precise, I wasn’t thinking of Narika alone, but of both of us…

“……………………Phew.”

Before calming Narika down, I first steadied my own emotions.

When Narika called out to me earlier—I had braced myself, thinking I needed to give her an answer right here and now.

But for Narika, it seemed that wasn’t even on her mind.

That kiss back then was certainly sudden.

But for me to dislike Narika because of it…?

“…I don’t dislike you.”

I said, looking into Narika’s eyes.

But I faltered, unable to find the words to continue.

Saying I didn’t feel anything—that would be a lie.

Telling her to forget it happened—wouldn’t even be encouraging.

Admitting I was happy about it—wouldn’t that sound like an answer in itself?

The kiss happened the day before yesterday. Even if I wanted to respond, I’d feel bad for Narika, but I still need a bit more time to sort out my feelings.

If this were our usual dynamic, I could’ve casually said, “Don’t worry about it,” and left it at that. But thinking about our relationship now, it felt like so many words were off-limits.

“R… really? You don’t dislike me…?”

Seeing me struggle for words, Narika asked in a trembling voice, her worry evident.

I don’t dislike her. That was undeniably the truth from the bottom of my heart.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Th… that’s such a relief…”

Narika let out a sigh, stroking her chest in reassurance.

It’s good that the misunderstanding was cleared up.

“But man, I was shocked back then. I never would’ve thought Narika would do something like that…”

Thinking it was okay to share my honest reaction, I admitted how surprised I was.

And I really was. My mind went completely blank.

“Th-that time, I, um…”

Narika fidgeted, struggling to get the words out.

“I…”

I?

“I… couldn’t hold back…”

Her cheeks flushed red, and she averted her gaze as she spoke.

Seeing her like that snapped me back to reality.

What are we even talking about? This is so embarrassing…

My face grew hot. I’m probably blushing just as much as Narika is. Seeing her pure, earnest expression somehow made me feel pure, too.

“Ah!? M-my ride’s here!”

Narika suddenly pulled out her smartphone and exclaimed.

“W-well, I’ll be going then! …I’m so glad you don’t hate me, Izuki!”

With that, Narika hurried away from me.

I let out a quiet phew. Even after parting ways, I realized my heart was still tense—guess I haven’t fully relaxed from the nerves yet.

(…Huh?)

Watching Narika’s retreating figure, a thought struck me.

(…What am I supposed to do now?)

Narika, now free of her worries, skipped toward the school gate with a cheerful, almost carefree bounce.

As if she didn’t have a single concern left in the world.

…Does she not care about getting an answer?

I still haven’t responded to Narika’s feelings…

Has she already settled this whole thing in her mind?

(…No way, that can’t be.)

That kiss was a confession, right…?

So I need to give her an answer, don’t I…?

But the way Narika was acting… could it be she’s not expecting one?

She did say the kiss was her acting impulsively…

Could it be… Narika hasn’t thought about what comes next at all?

(…It’s possible.)

Very possible.

Narika can be a bit—okay, quite—scatterbrained. Combined with her pure nature, she might not even see the potential for our relationship to turn romantic.

I couldn’t help but put a hand to my forehead.

If that’s the case… what should I do?

…Wait, in situations like this, I’m supposed to give a proper answer, right?

I’m starting to get confused.

(If Narika isn’t expecting an answer…)

The thought made my heart feel lighter.

But isn’t that lightness a bit cowardly? Isn’t it just my wishful thinking, wanting to dodge responsibility?

Or could it be kindness toward Narika?

If she’s not asking for an answer, maybe not giving one is a form of sincerity.

(…No.)

That’s not it.

Think back.

What did Narika say to me that day?

“I-I’m not asking for an answer! But don’t regret it later, okay?!”

If she truly wasn’t thinking about the future, the word “regret” wouldn’t have come up.

Narika was clearly summoning all her courage back then.

She looked so embarrassed, yet she gazed at me so directly.

“The one who told me to go all out… was you, Izuki!!”

Narika went all out.

That kiss was the result.

There’s no way she hasn’t thought about what comes next. If she truly hadn’t, she wouldn’t have needed to muster such obvious courage.

Narika may be scatterbrained and pure, but her defining trait is her negativity.

I should know that better than anyone…

Narika’s the type to prioritize not troubling others over her own feelings.

“…Narika.”

I called her name.

But she was already too far away to hear me.

I broke into a run toward the school gate.

I can still make it…!!

“—Narika!!”

I shouted loudly at her back as I caught up.

Narika turned around, her face surprised, and approached me.

“I-Izuki? What’s wrong? You look so desperate—”

“—I’ll give you an answer.”

Narika’s eyes widened.

As if I’d hit the nail on the head… as if I’d touched on a possibility she’d pushed to the back of her mind… she looked nervous.

If the other person doesn’t want an answer, not giving one might be a form of sincerity.

But Narika summoned her courage for me.

The always half-crying, troubled, negative, timid Narika was inspired by my words and went all out.

So I—I should muster my courage, too.

“I’m still figuring things out… but I’ll answer properly. So, please wait for me.”

I said, looking straight into Narika’s eyes.

“…Is it okay if I wait?”

Narika asked softly.

Her wavering eyes met mine, and she spoke again.

“Okay… I’ll wait.”

With that, Narika left the academy grounds.

This time, I watched her go in silence. There was nothing left unsaid.

But…

(…Man, I’ve chosen a tough path, haven’t I?)

From Narika’s reaction, I could tell there was an option to not give an answer. But since I’ve decided to, I have to wrestle with my thoughts and come up with my own answer.

For now, I should head home.

I started walking through the gate toward the pickup point.

But then, I spotted Hinako right in front of me.

“Hinako? You haven’t gone home ye—”

I muttered to myself, but my words cut off reflexively when I saw the person next to her.

They seemed to notice me at the same time, flashing a friendly smile.

“Hey, Tomonari-kun. I was waiting for you.”

“…President Minato?”

Standing next to Hinako was President Minato.

“I was chatting with Konohana-san until you showed up. I saw you talking with Miyakojima-san in the corner of the field earlier—everything okay now?”

“Ah, yes. That’s all sorted out, but…”

Why was she waiting for me?

“I forgot to give you this. Please take it.”

President Minato handed me a few sheets of paper.

I skimmed through them.

“…A self-interview report?”

“Exactly. As I explained before, you’ll be conducting your own interviews for the weekends. Fill out the items listed there with details about how you spend your days off.”

The first page was a blank schedule. The second had several questions in a Q&A format. It looked like I just needed to fill them all out.

“I gave these to the others during lunch, but you weren’t in the classroom. I planned to hand it to you after school, but that high-and-mighty tea party popped up unexpectedly, so I waited until it was over. …And then your little rendezvous with Miyakojima-san started.”

“Uh… sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“No, no, no need to apologize. It’s proof of how well-liked you are.”

President Minato must be incredibly busy, yet she waited for me all this time.

The “rendezvous” with Narika… I can’t exactly deny it, so I’ll let it slide.

I tucked the papers into my bag, and President Minato looked at me and Hinako.

“I was just talking with Konohana-san earlier, but… you two seem to spend a lot of time together, don’t you? The vice president mentioned you were together during lunch, too. You’re pretty close, huh?”

“Well… I guess so.”

With all the talk about the tea party and my exchange with Narika, I almost took it in a romantic sense, but this was probably meant in a friendly way.

Beside me, Hinako puffed up proudly with a “Mufu~.”

“The president has a good eye, doesn’t she?”

“…? Oh, I suppose so?”

“Yes.”

President Minato tilted her head at Hinako’s very satisfied expression.

“I secretly observed the tea party, and… how should I put it? It was more normal than I expected.”

President Minato chose her words carefully.

“Don’t take it the wrong way. I’d heard rumors that it was all heated debates about politics or military affairs, so I was just surprised.”

“Haha… those kinds of rumors are floating around, huh?”

I gave a wry smile.

Ikuno said something similar when we first talked.

“It’s really just a tea party. We’re just chatting like normal.”

“I see… Maybe that’s exactly what you all need.”

President Minato glanced at Hinako beside me as she spoke.

The most famous student at Kiou Academy. The perfect Ojou-sama, the daughter of the Konohana Group. That’s Konohana Hinako. With so much attention on her, even finding a calm space to talk with someone is a challenge. The same could be said for Tennouji-san or Narika. Having a place where they can all gather and chat amicably is something precious.

The Tea Party Alliance might just be a miraculous balance of circumstances.

Everyone probably senses that, even if only faintly.

“If you become vice president, is that the kind of academy you’d aim for?”

The question was asked lightly, but its essence was profound.

That kind of academy… one like our silly little tea party. When asked if that’s what I’m aiming for, I—

“No, I don’t know yet.”

I shook my head.

“What I’m aiming for is to be vice president. I’ll leave steering the ship to whoever becomes president.”

“…I see. That’s a solid way to approach it.”

Of course, if the president tries to lead us down the wrong path, I’d want to stop them, but I can’t imagine someone like that becoming president at this academy.

I had plenty of ideas about what a “wrong” path might be, but my vision of the “right” path was vague. That didn’t bother me, though. The students here are all incredible, so if I become vice president, I can just work closely with the president to figure it out.

I don’t know who’ll be president. But whoever it is, I think I’ll trust and support them.

That’s probably just how I’m wired—my nature.

Seeing my resolve, President Minato nodded with satisfaction before turning to Hinako.

“Konohana-san, can I ask you a slightly nerve-wracking question?”

“Nerve-wracking?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m the one who’s nervous.”

President Minato continued.

“Konohana-san, you’re relied on by a lot of people, aren’t you?”

“…I won’t deny it.”

“Then, have you ever relied on the student council?”

Hinako paused for a moment, then shook her head.

“No, fortunately, I haven’t had to so far.”

“I figured as much… That’s the current state of this academy.”

President Minato said with a solemn expression.

“This academy is full of big names, even outside the student council. So, hardly anyone bothers to rely on us. The student council’s authority only holds sway within the academy, but someone like the Konohana family’s daughter, whose influence echoes both inside and out, is far more dependable. The status of a student council officer, sadly, can’t compete with a family name.”

Come to think of it, I’ve never relied on the student council either.

If Hinako… no, if the Konohana Group seriously decided to exert their influence over Kiou Academy, they could probably make it happen. The prestige of a family name reaches even within the academy’s walls. So, as President Minato said, it does call the student council’s purpose into question.

“That’s why the student council has long played the role of an unsung hero behind the scenes—but I want to change that. I’ve been quietly laying the groundwork for it.”

President Minato’s voice carried a faint intensity.

“The miscalculation was that it took longer than I expected. Thanks to that, I’m barely going to make it in time during my term, but it’ll definitely be useful for the next generation. …That’s why I can’t treat the upcoming election as someone else’s problem.”

I don’t know the details, but it seems President Minato has decided to entrust everything she’s built to the next generation. Those specifics are probably not something I should hear now. They’re likely reserved for those who join the student council—something significant.

“The report’s due Monday. I’m looking forward to it.”

With that, President Minato walked away.

When I heard about the pond being built on campus, I was amazed by the student council’s power… but maybe President Minato felt complicated about only being able to do that much.

…That was a sobering conversation.

That said, I can’t exactly embellish the report. The election period is closing in, and even if I changed my lifestyle starting now, there’s no way to guarantee to the students that I’d keep it up after becoming an officer.

For the self-interview report, I’ll write about the real, unfiltered me.

I’ll just do what I need to do, carefully and thoroughly.

“From that exchange just now…”

Hinako said in a small voice.

“I think I got a glimpse of what kind of vice president Izuki wants to be.”

“…You think? Honestly, I haven’t fully decided myself.”

Hinako shook her head gently.

“If Izuki becomes vice president… you will take care of the president, won’t you?”

When she puts it like that… yeah, maybe that’s true.

Supporting and guiding. That kind of vision does exist.

As that realization settles somewhere deep in my heart, Hinako suddenly presses her body right up against mine.

“H-Hinako?”

“…Don’t forget to take care of me, too, okay?”

So that’s what she was worried about…

“Forget? No way that’d happen.”

“…Mm.”

When I murmur that quietly so no one else can hear, Hinako pulls away from me, looking satisfied.

There’s no way I could forget. After all, the reason I’m aiming to be a student council officer is to become someone worthy of staying by Hinako’s side even after we graduate from the academy.

It’s not like I’m thinking of the student council role as just a stepping stone or anything.

But, well, it’s also important to keep an eye on the bigger picture.

“…Oh, right. Hinako, if it’s okay, could you teach me about business management?”

“Business management…?”

“Yeah. The management game might be over, but I want to keep studying business. If you have any reference books you used, I’d love to borrow them.”

“Mm, got it. I have a ton, so I’ll look for them when I get back to my room.”

A ton, huh…

I knew it, but seeing Hinako’s business acumen up close during the management game really drove home that it’s not something she picked up overnight.

How many years will it take for me to catch up to all that she’s built?

No, if I’m not careful, the gap might just keep widening.

Standing side by side with Hinako sure is a tall order.

But that’s exactly… what makes it worth doing.

◆

That night.

Hinako and I were having dinner together as usual.

“Hinako… make sure you eat your veggies, okay?”

“…Busted.”

That was close. If I let my guard down, she’ll try to sneak her least favorite vegetables onto my plate. Lately, she’s been grudgingly eating them herself more often, but every three days or so, she still makes an attempt.

Come to think of it, she might’ve succeeded a few times without me noticing.

(Huh? This flavor…)

Tonight’s menu leaned Japanese-style. As I ate some spinach ohitashi topped with clams, which had the refined air of a high-end restaurant dish, I realized the taste felt familiar.

“Shizune-san.”

“Yes?”

“Is Yuri here, by any chance?”

I asked Shizune-san, who was nearby. Her eyes widened slightly.

“How did you know?”

The seasoning reminded me of Yuri’s family’s cooking.

Hinako and I had just finished dinner. Since Hinako usually just lazes around after eating, I decided to go see Yuri for a bit.

Heading toward the kitchen, I spotted Yuri, already changed into casual clothes and about to leave.

“Yuri.”

I called out, and as she turned around, I walked up to her.

“You could’ve told me you were here.”

“Well, I’m technically here for work, you know. Plus, we’ll see each other tomorrow anyway.”

That’s true, but…

“And, well… I kinda wanted to put in some effort on the down-low.”

“Effort? …Oh, wait, it’s Friday, isn’t it? What about school?”

“It was the last day of midterms. They ended in the morning, so I came here in the afternoon.”

Now that she mentions it, I think her high school’s midterms were around this time.

“You came to work right after finishing your tests?”

“…Yeah, pretty much.”

Yuri smiled quietly and nodded.

“You did pretty well in the management game, didn’t you?”

“…Probably.”

“What’s with the ‘probably’? You’re always so modest when it comes to yourself. …So, that got you closer to joining the student council, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. Still can’t let my guard down, though.”

I can’t afford to relax until I win the upcoming election. But it’s undeniable that I’m closer to the student council now than before. Otherwise, President Minato wouldn’t have called me in.

“Knowing that made me think… I can’t let myself fall behind, you know?”

Yuri said in a soft voice.

So that’s why she was working right after her exams. Apparently, she’d planned to head home without talking to me today, but since she was feeling competitive, she found it a bit awkward to face me.

I’m not the only one… Yuri’s another person charging straight toward her goals with everything she’s got.

Yuri’s dream is to turn her family’s diner, Hiramru, into a nationwide chain. It’s just as ambitious and tough as my dream of becoming a consultant to support Hinako and the others.

“…I’m rooting for you.”

“You don’t need to cheer me on. Instead, let’s both keep pushing forward.”

Her words made me chuckle.

That’s right.

This is just how Yuri is.

“By the way, what’ve you been up to lately?”

“Lately… I’ve been getting interviewed.”

“Interviewed?”

When I explained, Yuri’s face lit up with interest.

“Wow, so the student council’s interviewing you?”

“Well, it’s mostly just them observing me from a distance…”

But maybe that’s what real interviews are like. I’m not being filmed or anything, but I bet they’re gathering all sorts of info on me.

“Alright then, a question for Tomonari-san!”

Yuri held up her fist like a microphone and leaned in close.

“Tell us, what’s the secret to your great results in the management game?!”

“Well… if I had to say, it’s probably the groundwork I’ve built up until now. I got help from people I’ve worked with before the game, and I’m really grateful for them.”

Going along with her playful vibe, I answered.

“When I think of people close to Tomonari-san, Konohana-san comes to mind. You two had a big discussion in front of everyone at the end, didn’t you? How did that feel?”

How does she know about that?

Did Hinako tell her? They’ve been getting along lately.

“Honestly, I was nervous. It felt like a different kind of distance from usual, almost like she wasn’t the Konohana-san I know. …But her personality didn’t change or anything. Since we’re close, I think I was able to talk to her more relaxed than I would’ve with someone else.”

Even when she’s in full Ojou-sama mode, I know Hinako’s true self and the worries she was carrying back then. That’s why I could handle talking to her in that moment, at least to some extent.

“But pulling off something that big must’ve drawn a lot of attention, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Maybe you’re even getting hit on by the opposite sex more now, hmm?”

Yuri grinned mischievously, shoving her fist-mic closer.

I looked away.

“…No, nothing like that.”

“What was that pause?”

Yuri’s face turned serious.

“Wait, huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Am I the only one working hard here?”

“…No, it’s not like I’m getting distracted by stuff like that…”

“Stuff like what?”

This is bad.

No matter what I say, I’m just digging my own grave.

“H-Hey, shouldn’t you head home soon? It’s getting late…”

“Ugh…! That’s true, but…!”

She’s probably got a car waiting.

If I drag this out long enough, she’ll have to leave. …This round’s mine.

“Hirano-san, the car is ready…”

Shizune-san appeared. Looks like Yuri’s heading home now.

Seeing Yuri’s frustrated expression, I let out a sigh of relief.

But Shizune-san, looking at us—

“…You two seem to be having quite the lively conversation. Would you like to ride with her, Izuki-san?”

“Huh?”

An unexpected lifeline.

Not for me—for Yuri.

Yuri flashed a wicked grin.

“Let’s do it. Right, Izuki…?”

“Uh, wait, hold on…”

◆

“Hmm… so you’re just getting approached by the opposite sex more, but nothing big’s happened beyond that, huh?”

“…Something like that.”

In the spacious car, I discreetly wiped the cold sweat off my brow so Yuri wouldn’t notice.

(…Managed to dodge that one.)

For now, I kept Narika’s confession a secret.

The car came to a stop. I was so focused on deflecting Yuri’s barrage of questions that I didn’t notice we’d already reached our destination.

After Yuri thanked the driver and got out, I stepped out of the car too.

“I’ll take you home.”

The driver responded with a curt, “Understood.” He doesn’t need to be so formal with me, the caretaker, but… that’s the Konohana family for you. Even the drivers are impeccably polite.

When I got out, Yuri looked at me, a little surprised.

“You didn’t have to walk me home, you know.”

“Nah, since I’m here, I figured I’d take a look around the old neighborhood.”

“What, feeling nostalgic?”

“Not sure. I was just here this summer, so it doesn’t feel that nostalgic…”

As we walked toward Yuri’s house, I took in the town’s scenery.

“…It feels like my old haunt.”

Yuri tilted her head.

It’s hard to put into words, but if I had to explain…

“Sure, I grew up in this town, but… there’s this sense of disconnection, like my place isn’t here anymore.”

“Hmm… Is that a good thing?”

“Probably.”

You could call it a sense of being out of place. I feel nostalgia, but being here just feels… odd.

At the end of the summer, I decided to survive in the upper-class world where Hinako and the others live. That resolve pushed me to give my all in the management game.

That’s probably why. This place isn’t my present… it’s my past.

As if to prove it, I’m facing a new kind of problem now—one the old me, living here, could never have imagined.

Narika. …What should I do about that girl’s feelings?

I still don’t know if it’s okay to respond to them.

Back when I lived here, I was too busy scraping by to even have the luxury of worrying about stuff like this. In fact, during my first year of high school, I turned down a confession because I didn’t want to “drag someone into my family situation.”

Now, that excuse doesn’t apply.

That’s why I’m struggling.

(…Crap, Yuri’s right here.)

This isn’t the time to get lost in thought. If I’m not careful, all my dodging will be for nothing.

Realizing I need to pick my moments to brood, I searched for another topic.

“Oh, how’d the exams go, by the way?”

“Pretty good, I think. I’m probably in the top ranks this time.”

“That’s impressive. Balancing cooking studies and schoolwork like that?”

“Obviously. I don’t want people thinking I’m sacrificing everything else just for cooking. …Though I’m probably causing trouble for a lot of people. I heard the Konohana family’s chefs don’t usually have part-time schedules like mine.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, live-in work is the norm. I’m the only one working just weekends, so I feel a bit guilty sometimes.”

“…Well, you’re also helping out at your family’s diner, right?”

It’s not just school. Yuri’s juggling academics, her family’s business, and working as a chef for the Konohana family. That naturally cuts into the time she can spend on each.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I feel bad, but I’m not agonizing over it.”

“…Meaning?”

“I know I chose all of this myself. I’m greedy, so I’m gonna keep living for me, no matter what.”

Yuri said with a fearless smirk.

She calls it living for herself, but it doesn’t feel selfish because her goals are so lofty. Turning a small local diner into a nationwide chain is a dream most chefs would call reckless ambition. You’d have to be self-driven to even attempt it.

But… her words made me tilt my head.

“…I’m not so sure.”

“Huh?”

“You might be greedy, but… deep down, you’ve got this kindness that makes you give in sometimes.”

“Really? I don’t see it.”

“Back when we used to eat karaage together, you’d always let me have the last piece, even though it’s your favorite. You could tell I was still hungry.”

“Sure, but that’s such a tiny example.”

Is it, though?

To me, it’s those little moments that show who a person really is.

“…It’s been a while since we’ve talked like this, hasn’t it?”

Yuri said, a touch of sentiment in her voice.

“Yeah, you’re right. We see each other every weekend, but we don’t really get to chill like this.”

“We’re both so busy, huh? …Not to keep harping on it, but since I’m already getting away with so much, it’s hard to openly take it easy.”

She’s surrounded by live-in staff while she’s just a part-time worker. She already feels guilty, so she doesn’t want to be seen slacking off in front of everyone—that’s how Yuri seems to feel.

But as someone who actually lives and works at the Konohana household, I think she’s worrying too much. The work environment there is great—good pay, solid work-life balance, and decent relationships. Everyone’s there because they want to be, so they probably don’t envy Yuri’s situation. If anything, they might understand her struggles and cheer her on.

Still, I get why she’d be conscious of others’ eyes.

“…How about you come to my room next time, then?”

“…Hweh?”

When I voiced the idea that popped into my head, Yuri let out a weird noise.

“If you want a place to relax without worrying about anyone watching, you can use my room. Just ask Shizune-san where it is.”

“…You can’t just say stuff like that to anyone, you know.”

“I know. I’m only saying it to you.”

“~Ugh! Come on!!”

For some reason, Yuri stomped her foot in frustration.

While we were talking, we reached the front of her house.

Her face still flushed red, even visible in the dark night, Yuri turned to me.

“See ya, then. Tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow.”

Yuri strode off with big steps.

I called out one last thing to her retreating back.

“Come by anytime, okay~?”

“Argh! Shut up!! Thanks!!”

◇

Meanwhile, at that moment—

With a full stomach after dinner, Hinako would usually dive straight into bed without a second thought, ready to sleep to her heart’s content. But today, she was quietly organizing the contents of her bookshelf.

She picked up a few dusty books and carried them to her desk.

“Phew… that’s everything I needed to grab.”

Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she felt a faint sense of accomplishment.

She had pulled out the management textbooks Izuki had asked her to find from the bookshelf.

There were probably about fifty books in total. She’d thrown out a lot of others, and some she’d replaced with e-books, so this was all she could muster in physical form. They were covered in dust, untouched for ages, but back in the day, she’d pored over them diligently under her father’s orders. Thinking about that made her feel a bit nostalgic… or not. Honestly, it was just tedious studying.

“I wonder if Izuki will be happy…”

She pictured Izuki receiving the stack of textbooks in her mind.

He’d definitely be thrilled. Knowing how ambitious Izuki was, the sight of this mountain of books would probably light a fire under him, and he’d dive right into studying.

And it’s all for me.

He’s studying for my sake.

“…Hehe.”

Feeling the undeniable bond she shared with her caretaker, Hinako let out a soft, goofy smile.

It was still a bit early to sleep, but with so many books, she decided to hand them over tomorrow. Her task complete, Hinako finally flopped onto her bed, rolling over with a contented sigh.

Hugging her pillow tightly, she replayed her interactions with Izuki from earlier that day.

“No way I’d forget.”

Even if he became vice president, he’d never neglect his duties as her caretaker.

Hearing that earnest tone in his voice had completely erased the sliver of anxiety lingering in her heart.

(Izuki was so cool today, too~~~ …)

She squeezed her pillow even tighter.

Izuki was always cool. Every day, he showed her a new kind of coolness.

The way he focused in class. The way he laughed and chatted with friends. The way he sneaked out of the classroom to eat lunch with her alone. The way he listened to the student council president’s ideas and gave his own thoughtful answers. Every single moment was cool.

(…Why is Izuki so cool?)

She paused, suddenly thinking more seriously.

It was honestly kind of a mystery.

Maybe God had poured extra care into crafting him.

“But…”

A memory surfaced.

Something she’d overheard at the academy today.

“Um, Tennouji-san… during the management game, were you maybe… on a date with Tomonari-kun!?”

A classmate had blurted it out in the classroom.

“Wait, what’s with this vibe? Don’t tell me Tomonari-kun’s actually got something going on with Miyakojima-san, not Tennouji-san!”

That’s what Asahi-san had said at the tea party.

“Muu…”

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but think about it.

Lately, hasn’t there been way too much gossip about Izuki and other girls?

She hadn’t mentioned it at the tea party, but it wasn’t just Tennouji-san or Miyakojima-san—there were rumors about all sorts of female students. Like how he was spotted talking alone with Asahi-san at a café, or how Suminoe-san was bowing to him in apology… It was impossible to tell which rumors were true and which were just nonsense.

And yet, she’d never heard a single rumor about her and Izuki.

(I want people to gossip about me, too…)

Hinako puffed out her cheeks.

(I want everyone to think there’s something going on between me and Izuki…!!)

Still clutching her pillow, she slid off the bed and sat at her desk.

During lunch break today, she’d almost let slip to the vice president that she and Izuki ate lunch together alone every day. Izuki had hurriedly stopped her, but…

(…Maybe just a little hint would be okay?)

Just a tiny bit.

Enough for a few sharp-eyed people to pick up on it…

(Like, maybe going out in matching outfits…)

She jotted down the idea in her notebook.

According to shoujo manga, there was something called “couple outfits.” They didn’t wear casual clothes to Kiou Academy, but what if they went out in matching outfits on the weekend?

(Or maybe riding to school in the same car once a week…)

Right now, they rode together until they were near the academy, then Izuki got out early to walk, pretending he was a regular pedestrian student, while Hinako rode to the front gate, acting like she arrived by car. But maybe once a week, they could pull it off…

As long as it didn’t ruin her perfect “Ojou-sama” image, they could probably come up with some excuse to make it work.

“Ughhh…”

She wanted to be the subject of rumors.

“I heard Tomonari-kun and Konohana-san were on a date the other day!”

Something like that.

“Are those two secretly a couple!?”

Something like that.

She wanted people to whisper about her like that.

(Hehe… It’s fine. As long as no one finds out…)

Starting from the next school day, she’d sneakily put her plan into action.

After brainstorming a bunch of strategies, Hinako closed her notebook and flopped back onto her bed.

Just as she closed her eyes to drift off—

“Pardon the intrusion.”

The door opened, and Shizune stepped into the room.

“It’s supposed to get chilly tonight, so I brought a winter blanket.”

“Mm. Thanks.”

Still lying on her side, Hinako pulled the covers down to her feet.

“Put the blanket on.”

“Understood. Though it’s a bit early to sleep…”

Shizune draped the blanket over her, and Hinako pulled the covers back up on top.

Shizune started to leave the room but paused, her eyes landing on Hinako’s desk.

The stack of management textbooks she’d just pulled out was piled there.

“Were you studying management?”

“…Not me. Izuki asked to borrow some textbooks.”

“I see.”

Shizune picked up one of the books and flipped through it.

“I suggested Izuki take it easy until the election period, but… that seriousness of his is practically second nature now, isn’t it?”

“Mm… That’s Izuki for you.”

But that same seriousness had caused Izuki to overwork himself during the management game. And apparently, it was Tennouji-san who’d called him out on it.

What a blunder… Still, Hinako had to admit Tennouji-san was probably the only one who could’ve pulled it off. Even Hinako acknowledged that Tennouji-san was the most disciplined person at Kiou Academy. That’s likely why she could spot someone pushing themselves too hard and failing.

(…I’m not gonna thank her.)

She knew she was being petty.

But she was frustrated, and it’d be a while before she could be honest about it.

Because Tennouji-san had gotten ahead of her, everyone at the academy was buzzing about her and Izuki.

Even now, as she rolled around in bed, someone out there might be gossiping about Izuki and Tennouji-san. The thought made her stomach churn with irritation.

I’m the one who’s closest to him…

I’m the one by Izuki’s side…

“…Oh? What’s this notebook?”

Shizune’s voice came from the desk.

Notebook? Did she leave something like that out…?

“…Ah!?”

Hinako shot up, scrambling to stop Shizune.

But it was too late—Shizune was already reading the notebook’s contents.

It was the notebook where she’d written down her brainstorming ideas.

After reading it, Shizune’s face stiffened, and she swallowed hard—

“…Ojou-sama. Is this… a plan to ruin Izuki-san…?”

“N-No, it’s not…!!”

Ruin him? No way she’d do that.

But on second thought, it wasn’t hard to see why it looked that way. Izuki had settled into life at the academy so well that it was easy to forget, but he was hiding his true identity.

If anyone found out Izuki was living at the Konohana estate, he’d be sacked as her caretaker.

“Ojou-sama, ‘hinting’ is a no-go.”

“…Hinting?”

She tilted her head at the unfamiliar term.

“It’s when you subtly let others know you have a special relationship with someone, not directly, but indirectly.”

“I see… So that’s what ‘hinting’ means.”

She’d have to look it up later.

Maybe it’d even show up in shoujo manga eventually.

“By the way, in shoujo manga, hinting is usually something the villain does.”

“Wha…!?”

“It’s a sneaky tactic, and it can feel underhanded. If you’re going to do something, it’s better to be bold and upfront about it.”

“Bold… and upfront…”

Not sneaky, but bold and upfront. What would that look like?

Going on normal dates, holding hands normally… stuff like that?

“Th-That’s… maybe a bit too soon…”

Her face grew hot.

Just thinking about it made her feel like this. Actually doing it? Way too soon.

Seeing Hinako’s reaction, Shizune gave her a stern look.

“At any rate, you absolutely cannot act on anything written here.”

“Okay…”

“Honestly… even without doing anything, there’s already enough ‘hinting’ going on out there. If you do it on purpose, it’ll cause a disaster…”

Shizune pressed a hand to her forehead as she spoke.

It was a shame her plans were shot down, but now that she thought about it, they did feel a bit underhanded.

She needed to study up on romance more.

With that in mind, Hinako reached for the shoujo manga she’d borrowed from Yuri, sitting on the table.