Chapter 1: Factions

The election period at Kiou Academy has begun.

As someone directly involved, I’ve studied the election rules thoroughly.

First, the campaign lasts thirteen days, excluding weekends. It’s quite long, spanning three weeks. Still, considering it’s to decide the student council officers who will lead future business tycoons and politicians, it feels reasonable. The presidential candidates are free to campaign during these thirteen days, vying for the votes of the entire student body.

On the first day, it’s customary for each presidential candidate to display their self-made posters and announce their platforms. Flyers are often used as well. The locations for poster displays and flyer distribution are predetermined.

That day, as I arrived at the academy as usual, a large crowd of students had gathered on the first floor of the school building.

Their target was immediately obvious: the posters put up by the presidential candidates.

“Oh, Tomonari and Konohana-san!”

“Morning, you two~!”

Taishou and Asahi-san noticed us.

Hinako and I greeted them with “Good morning” and approached.

“What a huge crowd, huh?”

“Well, with these candidates this year, it’s no surprise.”

Saying that, Taishou cast his gaze toward the posters.

Three candidates are running for the position of student council president.

Two of them are Tennouji Mirei and Miyakojima Narika.

Both are as famous as Hinako at Kiou Academy. Tennouji-san’s family business is on par with the Konohana Group in scale, while Narika’s family is an industry leader, and her recent accomplishments at the academy have earned her quite a reputation.

Since both had consulted me about their poster designs, there wasn’t much need for me to examine them now, but seeing the posters they worked so hard on drawing so much attention stirred a deep sense of satisfaction.

(…They’ve both improved a ton compared to their initial drafts.)

I felt genuinely happy that their efforts had paid off.

Tennouji-san’s first poster draft was like a supermarket flyer for a big sale—gaudy and over-the-top. …Thank goodness we revised it.

Narika’s initial poster reflected her overly cautious nature, with footnotes overwhelmingly outnumbering the main text. …Revising that one was absolutely the right call too.

They both consulted me because of my experience with consulting during the Management Game. Still, honestly, I’m no expert in election campaigns. Still, I did my best to research and offer objective advice… and, well, the results don’t seem half bad.

As I stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed and nodding to myself—

“Tomonari-san!”

Tennouji-san called out to me in a loud voice as she approached.

“Thanks to you, I was able to create a truly splendid poster!”

“No, I didn’t do anything that special…”

“Don’t be so modest! This elegant poster perfectly captures my individuality with its dazzling charm!”

With that, Tennouji-san gazed proudly at her poster.

Hinako is known as the quintessential Ojou-sama, but Tennouji-san is every bit her equal in perfection. Except for one thing—her become the ultimate Ojou-sama! drive has no brakes. Her blonde hair and that particular way of speaking are the result of that.

That’s why her initial poster draft was outrageously flashy, but completely erasing her personality felt like a waste. So, I aimed to give the poster a refined, classy vibe. During the first half of the Management Game, I visited an upscale café with Tennouji-san, and I designed a poster that would look at home in such an establishment.

“Um, Tennouji-san! Do your best!”

“I’m voting for Tennouji-san!”

The students around her cheered her on.

“Thank you so much. I’ll be giving speeches starting tomorrow, so please do come listen!”

After bowing politely, Tennouji-san left. Her golden, vertically rolled curls glimmered in the morning sunlight, leaving the students staring in silent awe.

“Izuki!”

Hearing my name called again, I turned around.

Narika was heading toward me.

“Thanks for helping out late last night! Because of you, both the posters and flyers are getting great feedback!”

“Really? That’s great to hear.”

“It’s just like during the Management Game—your ideas always surprise me. I never thought my calligraphy skills would come in handy like this.”

Narika looked at her poster with an impressed expression.

Since Tennouji-san’s poster leaned into her individuality, I thought about how to highlight Narika’s as well. That’s when I remembered Narika was a master calligrapher. Just to be safe, I checked with our homeroom teacher, Fukushima-sensei, who confirmed there were no rules against how posters could be made. So, I suggested that Narika try writing hers with a brush.

The result was an incredibly eye-catching poster.

The students were captivated by the bold, skillfully written platform.

“Miyakojima-san! I’m rooting for you!”

“Onee-sama! I’m definitely voting for you!”

The students cheered for Narika.

“Thank you. I… I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations!”

She stumbled over her words a little, but unlike before, Narika didn’t shrink under the spotlight.

As Narika left, the atmosphere calmed slightly.

And then—all at once, every pair of eyes turned to me.

“Ugh.”

I knew what was coming.

Their unspoken question was clear through their stares.

—Whose side are you on?

I still hadn’t found an answer to that.

Clutching my stomach as a slight pain hit, I headed to the classroom.

◆

“Haaaaaah…”

“You’re really making it obvious how much you’re stressing, Tomonari.”

As I let out a sigh in the classroom, Taishou and Asahi-san came over.

“There are two candidates for vice president, including you, right?”

“Yeah, seems like it. I don’t know much about the other one since no info’s out yet.”

“There’s been some buzz about it, though. I heard it’s a first-year?”

“Wait, really?”

That rumor hadn’t reached my ears.

A first-year running for vice president… That’s pretty ambitious.

I can’t underestimate them just because they’re younger. Unlike me, they likely gained admission to this academy through legitimate means. Honestly, they’re likely more capable than I am.

“Either way, with two candidates, you’ll need to win the election, so picking a faction is a big deal, huh?”

“…Yeah.”

That’s exactly what I’ve been agonizing over.

It’s not just the presidential candidates who have to campaign. The student council consists of five roles—president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and general affairs—and if there are multiple candidates for any role, they face an election.

Since there are two vice president candidates, including me, I have to campaign to secure my spot. This election has me right in the thick of it.

The primary role of a vice presidential candidate is to support a presidential candidate. In other words, you choose who you think should be president and assist them as a subordinate. The reason for this setup ties into the election rules.

At Kiou Academy, every student has a vote, but the elected president gets a special “presidential vote” equivalent to one-third of the total student body’s votes.

This means the winning president has a significant influence over the selection of the other council members.

And at Kiou Academy, it’s customary for the elected president to cast their presidential vote for the vice president candidate who supported them.

That’s why choosing a faction is so critical for vice president candidates.

This year’s election at Kiou Academy has three factions: Tennouji-san’s, Narika’s, and the mysterious third candidate’s.

In short, the vice president candidate’s campaign boils down to picking the winning horse among these factions and serving as their right hand.

You support them, and in return, you earn their presidential vote.

Of course, the presidential vote alone is only one-third of the total, so if the remaining two-thirds go to the other candidate, you lose. That’s why I need to show the student body my contributions as a supporter and earn their trust as a vice president.

“I’m rooting for you, man. I’m voting for you.”

“Thanks.”

With all this uncertainty, straightforward support like this means a lot.

“You too, right, Asahi?”

Taishou glanced at Asahi-san beside him.

But Asahi-san had a complicated expression, lost in thought.

“Asahi?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I… I think Tomonari-kun’s the better choice.”

Seeing her awkward demeanor, I let out a quiet sigh.

“You don’t have to force yourself to support me, you know.”

“No, no! I’m seriously cheering for you! I’m voting for you too, Tomonari-kun!”

Her attitude still seemed off, though…

For a moment, I worried she might not vote for me, and that negativity showed how I’d unconsciously assumed everyone I’m close to would support me. I need to reflect on that. Friendship and blind loyalty aren’t the same thing.

The election period has just started. What matters is what comes next.

But to move forward… I have to pick a faction.

Do I support Tennouji-san or Narika?

Which one should I choose…?

“…I can’t think straight, so I’m gonna take a walk.”

There was still some time before class.

I left the classroom and wandered aimlessly down the hallway.

“Oh, Tomonari-san.”

“…Suminoe-san.”

While walking, I ran into Suminoe-san, who had just arrived at school.

“The election period starts today, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah, it does.”

Her perfectly poised, ladylike smile sent a shiver down my spine.

Suminoe-san continued, still smiling.

“Which faction are you planning to join, Tomonari-san?”

“Well…”

I faltered.

Seeing my hesitation, Suminoe-san’s gaze sharpened.

“You’re not thinking of betraying Tennouji-sama, are you?”

The pressure was intense.

Staring me down until the very end, Suminoe-san entered the classroom.

Clutching my stomach and exhaling deeply—

“Oh, Tomonari-kun.”

Kita approached, looking concerned.

“What’s wrong? You don’t look well.”

“…No, I’m fine.”

“If you say so… You’re aiming for vice president, right? I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks.”

All my hard work so far must be paying off, since so many people are cheering for me.

But Kita didn’t head back to the classroom. He paused, as if debating whether to speak or stay quiet. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth.

“Which faction are you joining, Tomonari-kun?”

“…Uh.”

“I don’t want to pressure you, but I think Miyakojima-san is someone who needs support.”

“…Yeah, I get that.”

I feel the same way.

I really do, but…

◆

Lunch break.

After eating lunch with Hinako as usual, she tapped my knee lightly.

“Gonna sleep?”

“Mhm.”

I crossed my legs to make it easier for her to rest her head.

“Zzz…”

Placing her head on my lap, Hinako started snoring softly almost immediately.

The season was turning cooler as evenings grew chilly, but the daytime temperature was perfectly comfortable. If I didn’t have so much on my mind, I’d have napped with her.

(…Maybe I should talk to someone.)

I pulled out my smartphone and made a call.

I wasn’t sure if she’d pick up at this hour, but the call connected right away.

“What’s up, Izuki? Calling me in the middle of the day?”

“Sorry, Yuri. Got a minute?”

“Yeah, but is it something serious?”

“…Yeah.”

“Hold on a sec. Let me move somewhere else.”

Along with Yuri’s voice, I could hear lively chatter in the background. Her high school must be on lunch break right now too.

The familiar atmosphere of my old high school brought a wave of nostalgia.

“So? What’s the deal?”

Yuri’s voice came through again, the earlier noise now gone.

“I need some advice. The election campaign just started at my academy, and…”

I explained my situation to Yuri.

How I became a vice president candidate. How I need to support someone and shine in that role to win the election. But to do that, I have to choose a faction…

“Ugh, that’s way too luxurious of a problem.”

“Luxurious?”

“I mean, you could join either faction if you wanted, right? Normally, just getting into one would be a struggle.”

When she put it that way, I suppose she had a point…

“Wait, you’re asking me for advice on this?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve already decided that when it comes to big life stuff, I’m consulting you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yuri giggled.

I really wanted to talk about this in person since it’s so important, but time’s tight.

I know it’s my fault for stewing over it for so long…

(…If things go as usual, one of the presidential candidates will end up isolated.)

With three presidential candidates and only two vice president candidates, when both vice president candidates pick their factions, one presidential candidate will be left without support.

I don’t want either Tennouji-san or Narika to be left alone.

It’s not just out of concern that I don’t want to see them sad. I genuinely believe neither of them should be left isolated.

Tennouji-san and Narika are both incredible people.

Since they’re both running in this election, I want them to perform at their absolute best. The idea of their campaigns being limited by a lack of support bugs me on a personal level.

It’s possible the other vice president candidate is aiming to support Tennouji-san or Narika, but since neither has mentioned anything like that, it seems unlikely.

Maybe this is a selfish way of thinking…

“Just prioritize what you want to do.”

Yuri said it so casually.

“It’s about what makes sense to you. I’m always thinking about myself, you know.”

“…Really?”

“Yup. For me, it’s usually about cooking.”

For Yuri, her dream is to turn her family’s restaurant into a nationwide chain.

Maybe I need to stop focusing on just the election and think about the bigger picture.

What I want to do with my life is to protect Hinako.

To be someone who can support Ojou-sama like Hinako, Tennouji-san, and Narika. To become a successful consultant.

And someday, to be someone who can stand proudly beside them without hiding my background.

Maybe that’s selfish too, but…

(…Come to think of it, everyone’s got their own reasons for running in this election.)

Tennouji-san wants to surpass Hinako.

Narika wants to change herself.

“Selfless devotion is nice and all, but in your case, doesn’t that just mean locking yourself up in a shell?”

Because that’s what I’ve been doing all along—

Ever since I was a struggling student, I’ve lived without thinking about what I want. Yuri pointed this out to me during summer break too. I’m terrible at spending time on myself.

However, I know I can’t continue like this.

If I don’t actively pursue my goals with my own will, I’ll get left behind.

The world I’ve chosen is a harsh one.

(…I forgot my original resolve.)

Just as Tennouji-san has her reasons, and Narika has hers, I have my own reasons for running in this student council election.

At the end of summer break, Takuma-san told me something. If I want to become an executive at the Konohana Group in the future, I should join the student council at Kiou Academy.

A lot has changed since then. Forging a path as a consultant during the Management Game, proving my aptitude for it, was probably a bit unexpected, even for Takuma-san.

The life plan I envisioned during summer break has shifted slightly, but my core desire remains unchanged.

To stand by Hinako’s side—

That, and only that, is my unwavering dream.

“…Thank you. I think I see what I need to do now.”

“Good to hear.”

We both fell silent.

Then, I tilted my head with a curious “Oh?”

“You’re not gonna say your usual line? The one about being the older sister…”

“…I’m not saying it.”

Yuri answered with a sigh.

“I’m not gonna lose to you… or to the Konohanas!”

The call ended.

Has something changed within Yuri, too?

But now that she’s not saying “Because I’m your Onee-san!” anymore… it feels kinda lonely. What a selfish emotion on my part.

“…Hey!”

“Whoa!?”

A sudden poke to my side made me let out a weird yelp.

“H-Hinako, you’re awake?”

“Halfway through… I didn’t interrupt. Am I good?”

“…You’re good.”

“Hehe…”

She looked like she was fishing for praise, so I patted her head, and Hinako smiled happily.

It’s like petting a cat or something.

“…Elections are different from business.”

Hinako said this while lying across my lap.

“In business, it’s important to grow multiple companies’ performances… but in an election, there’s only one winner.”

Coming from Hinako, who actually nurtured multiple companies simultaneously in the Management Game, those words carry incredible weight.

Only one winner in an election. Normally, that’d make balancing things tough, but—

“But… it depends on how you approach it, Izuki.”

Hinako’s eyes locked onto mine.

“What this upcoming event becomes… it’s all up to you.”

“…Yeah. You’re right, Hinako.”

Hinako nodded with a soft “Mm.”

“By the way, what’s the student council election to you, Hinako?”

“Hmm… a carefree festival?”

Tilting her head, Hinako said it.

Hinako tends to shine as the star of any event. That’s probably why she’s happy to take a more relaxed role in this election, unlike usual.

“But I’m still cheering properly.”

She insisted she’s not just a bystander.

“I hope you, Tennouji-san, Miyakojima-san… everyone gets the results they want.”

Hearing Hinako’s pure feelings, I couldn’t help but let a smile slip.

Yeah… exactly. I feel the same way.

Unable to resist, I ruffled Hinako’s head on my lap.

“Mm? Mm, mmm… hehe…”

With every pat, Hinako’s smile grew sloppier.

◆

On the way back to Class A with Hinako, I ran into two girls in the hallway.

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

As I made a sound, Tennouji-san and Narika did too.

Were the two of them together?

Tennouji-san and Narika exchanged a silent glance, nodded quietly, and turned to me.

“Tomonari-san, may we have a moment of your time?”

“There’s something we’d like to talk about.”

Tennouji-san and Narika spoke with resolute expressions.

“Perfect timing. I also have something to discuss with you two.”

Their eyes widened.

Maybe we’re about to talk about the same thing.

“Then I’ll head back first.”

“Sure, see you later.”

Reading the room, Hinako returned to the classroom. …Well, it’s not like I’m hiding anything from her, so I’ll share the details when we’re back at the mansion.

With lunch break nearing its end, the hallway was mostly empty. We faced each other on a quiet staircase landing.

“Shall we start with our matter?”

I nodded, and Narika continued.

“Izuki, about this student council election—you don’t need to help us.”

“Huh?”

My eyes widened at the unexpected statement.

No need to help. That means…

“Are you saying I’m getting kicked out from the team…?”

“N-n-n-no! That’s not what we mean!”

“Indeed! You’re far from expendable! To be honest, we’d love to have you more than anything!”

Is that so…?

As I tilted my head, Tennouji-san cleared her throat with a deliberate ahem, her face flushed.

“It’s about you, Tomonari-san. You’re probably struggling to choose between the two of us, aren’t you?”

“Well…”

Looks like they saw right through me.

“Making posters or flyers is one thing, but managing both of us moving forward would be incredibly demanding. So, Narika and I discussed it earlier. To avoid overburdening you, we’ve decided to run this election without your support.”

“If it’s you, Izuki, the third presidential candidate would probably take a liking to you too. So, we’re saying don’t worry about us—go into this election with more freedom.”

If I can’t choose between them, I should just work with the third candidate instead. That’s what Tennouji-san and Narika were suggesting.

But… that doesn’t feel quite right.

“Rest assured, we’ll manage somehow on our own—”

“—No way.”

I cut them off firmly.

“Don’t say that. Let me help. I’ll support both of you, Tennouji-san, Narika, with everything I’ve got.”

Did they really think I was only worried about the workload?

That’s not it. Sure, I was torn about who to support, but I never once fretted over the weight of the responsibility.

That kind of thing? I’ve been ignoring it from the start.

My only concern was the student council election’s rules. Traditionally, one vice-presidential candidate supports one presidential candidate. I was anxious about breaking that mold, but Yuri and Hinako gave me the push I needed to move past it.

In that case, I have no reason to compromise.

“You’ve got it wrong. It’s not that I can’t choose. I want to support both of you.”

To the stunned, silent duo, I continued.

“My goal is to become a consultant. To get there, I need as much experience as possible in that role. Overwhelmingly busy? Bring it on. I’m not about to let this chance slip. Being swamped is exactly what I want.”

Being insanely busy doesn’t scare me.

I’ve been dealing with that ever since Hinako pulled me into this world.

“I’ve got my own stakes in this election. So, I’m supporting both of you.”

I looked straight at them and said it.

For some reason, Tennouji-san and Narika froze, their faces dazed.

“…How splendid.”

“…So cool.”

Noticing their faintly flushed cheeks, I tilted my head.

“Uh, you two?”

“—Oh!”

They snapped back to reality.

“Very well. If you’re that determined, Tomonari-san, please support us.”

“I’ve always trusted you, Izuki. Honestly, I’d love to ask for your help.”

Relieved that they both agreed, I let out a sigh.

Thank goodness. Not a team cut…

“However, there’s a concern about how you’ll be perceived. Supporting two camps might make some see you as a bat chasing presidential votes…”

“I’ve got some ideas about that. Let’s discuss them later.”

The warning bell rang, signaling the start of class soon.

I recalled the mindset I had during the Management Game as a consultant. Complex discussions can wait—first, we share what needs to be done.

“For now, the election tasks are flyer distribution and the speeches starting tomorrow, right? Have you already drafted your speeches?”

“Yes, a little bit…”

“I’ve started, but they’re not finished…”

As expected, both are as busy as I am, so progress isn’t great.

Since my indecision caused a delay, I need to make up for it.

“I’ll help with the speech drafts, so after school today, focus on handing out flyers. You two distributing them personally will help connect with the students.”

They nodded thoughtfully, and I continued laying out the plan.

“That said, doing it alone will be tough, so I’ll introduce people to help with the flyers. Also, you probably know, but be careful—there are limited spots where flyer distribution is allowed.”

I’ll have Suminoe-san help Tennouji-san and Kita help Narika. Those two are diligent, and they’ll likely get along well with Tennouji-san and Narika.

As I explained, I noticed the two in front of me looked slightly surprised.

“…You’re awfully well-informed.”

“Ugh.”

Narika’s innocent question made me a bit awkward.

“…Well, I was kinda all-in on helping, so… I did my research.”

I’ve memorized all the rules for the student council election. Not just the vice-presidential candidate’s role—I’ve prepped for the presidential candidates’ strategies too.

“Pfft.”

“Hehe.”

Tennouji-san and Narika burst out laughing at the same time.

“It seems our worries were for nothing.”

“Yeah. Maybe we should’ve relied on Izuki from the start.”

Having decided to support them, I’ll live up to that trust.

After we parted and I returned to the classroom, I recalled something Yuri said a few days ago.

—You can’t choose what you can’t choose, right?

Faced with choosing between honing her skills at her family’s restaurant or becoming exclusive to a top-tier restaurant, Yuri casually decided to do both.

That greed… I’m gonna take a page from her book.

◆

After school.

Tennouji-san and Narika were, as I instructed, focusing on handing out flyers.

“I’m Tennouji Mirei! Please cast your precious vote for me!”

“I’m Miyakojima Narika! I’m counting on your support!”

Outside the school building, the two distributed flyers from separate spots.

From what I could see, every passing student took a flyer. Are Kiou Academy students just that interested in the election… or is it the influence of these two? I can’t rule out some deference to their family names, but if they campaign earnestly for these thirteen days, the outcome won’t hinge on something so trivial.

Flyers serve two purposes: spreading awareness of their platforms, such as posters, and advertising upcoming speeches.

“Starting tomorrow, I’ll give speeches twice a day—during lunch and after school! Please, everyone, come listen!”

“I’ll share details of my platform in the speeches starting tomorrow! I have a lot to say, so please try to come!”

While handing out flyers, they announced the speech times and locations. Without this, no one would show up, rendering the speeches pointless.

(…I don’t see the third presidential candidate.)

Are they distributing flyers elsewhere?

Or maybe they’re scoping things out today. Candidates are free to campaign as they wish, so that’s fine… but this quietness is a bit concerning.

“Tennouji-sama is a noble figure befitting Kiou Academy. Please support her!”

“Miyakojima-san isn’t afraid of change. Why not entrust the academy’s future to her?”

Suminoe-san and Kita were also helping with the flyers. Kita seemed unsure when I first asked, but now he’s handing them out with gusto.

Sparks flew between Suminoe-san and Kita.

Suminoe-san opened her mouth wide—and shouted.

“Glory to Tennouji-sama!!”

Suminoe-san…

That sounds kinda cultish, so please stop…

“Izuki… got a bit more left?”

“…Nah, let’s head home.”

Part of me wants to watch this flyer-distribution skirmish—the prelude to the speeches—till the end, but I’ve got my own work. I trust they’ll handle it, and I need to stick to our roles.

One person’s going a bit rogue… oh, Tennouji-san’s scolding Suminoe-san now.

Seeing Suminoe-san slump in defeat, confirming that the rogue behavior was under control, I headed back to the Konohana mansion.

“—Alright.”

During the election, I’m excused from servant duties outside my role as Hinako’s caretaker, so back in my room, I immediately pulled the speech drafts from my bag.

As always, I owe Shizune-san for supporting my ambitions. No one could’ve predicted that a commoner like me, hired temporarily as a caretaker, would aim for a student council position.

I began reviewing the drafts immediately.

(…They’re both writing so earnestly.)

I felt a spark of what Takuma-san called my “talent for seeing behind the data.” I could sense the strong passion for the election in both drafts.

My job is to refine these feelings so that they resonate with the audience as effectively as possible.

Presidential candidate speeches aren’t allowed anytime—they’re restricted to lunch and after school. Lunch is time-constrained, but after school offers more flexibility so that those speeches can be more detailed. It might be smart to prepare two versions.

(This part’s like business.)

As Hinako said at lunch, business and elections are totally different. Still, my experience juggling multiple companies’ consulting in the Management Game is coming in handy.

It’s about leveraging each one’s strengths to help them grow.

In business and elections, the rule is the same: gain more trust, and you win. In elections, companies become people, and stocks become votes.

(…Just to be safe, I’ll have Hinako check.)

I glanced at Hinako, lounging on the bed behind me.

“Hinako, mind reading the drafts once?”

“Mm… leave it to me.”

“Sorry, I know you’re sleepy.”

“No prob… for you, it’s a piece of cake.”

With that, Hinako stood and shuffled over with tiny steps.

As she read the drafts spread on the desk, her amber hair brushed my arm, tickling slightly.

“Here… too many numbers. Might be hard to follow.”

“…Got it.”

In a setting without charts or tables, rattling off numbers orally won’t stick.

Speeches can use projectors, but these drafts are for lunch, when time’s short. I’d rather not use a projector then. Tennouji-san and Narika need at least some rest, and dealing with tech issues would be a hassle.

“You’ve studied this kind of presentation stuff too, huh?”

“Mm… in case I have to speak at shareholder meetings someday.”

That’s a massive scale.

…It feels so far away.

I’m nowhere near that level yet.

But the path forward was clear. There is no need to rush—just grow steadily, step by step. That’s what I thought when my smartphone buzzed, signaling an incoming call.

“…It’s Takuma-san.”

“Ughhh…”

Hinako made a face like she’d bitten into something sour and dove under the covers.

Is it that bad…?

“Yo, Izuki-kun.”

“Hey. Something up?”

“The election period starts today, right? Thought I’d drop by with some words of encouragement.”

“Encouragement… huh.”

Coming from this guy, it feels like there’s some ulterior motive. Kinda scary…

“You’re aiming for vice president, right, Izuki-kun?”

“Yeah.”

“And two of the president candidates are your friends, if I recall. Knowing you, you’re probably playing assistant to both of them at the same time, aren’t you?”

“…Exactly.”

As expected, he’s got me all figured out.

I get why he’d know about me, but how does he know Tennouji-san and Narika are running for president? This guy’s information network is as mysterious as ever.

“Well, if you’re gonna be an executive at Konohana Group, you’d better be able to handle at least that much.”

“…This is kinda late to ask, but becoming an executive at Konohana Group and becoming a consultant—are those goals really compatible?”

“Totally compatible. The world’s a meritocracy, when you get down to it. If you become an outstanding consultant, Izuki-kun, it’ll open doors not just with us but with any group.”

A meritocracy, huh.

Part of me agreed. I used to think luck—like your parents or family background—played a huge role. But watching the students at Kiou Academy, who never stop striving, I realized those things are just a tiny fraction of what leads to success.

I won’t deny luck plays a part. However, it’s also true that skill enables you to seize opportunities. The world’s pretty generous to those with real ability.

If Takuma-san says it’s possible, then balancing both goals shouldn’t be an issue.

Still, one concern lingered.

“But… I was thinking about this during the company tour. If you join a group as an outsider executive, don’t you risk resentment from the people already there?”

“Hahaha… Nice one. Your questions are getting sharper, aren’t they?”

Thanks to you.

My mind flashed back to Taiyo Construction’s shareholder meeting. The upper management there got outmaneuvered when Suzuki Fund took a majority stake. The fallout from that will probably reveal itself bit by bit, but I can’t forget the anxious look on the president’s face that day.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle that kind of thing.”

Takuma-san answered coolly.

I tilted my head. He praised my question for being specific, but his response was frustratingly vague. Almost like he was dodging it…

“This election’s gonna be a bigger workload battle than the Management Game. I’d recommend leaning on Hinako when you need to.”

“Hinako…?”

“You know how capable she is at handling tasks. You can learn things from her that you won’t get from me—just take it slow and soak it up.”

I don’t want to burden Hinako too much, but Takuma-san’s right—her practical skills are top-notch. I’ve always been a little jealous of that.

During the election period, Hinako doesn’t seem to draw as much attention as usual, so I’ll try asking for her advice when she doesn’t seem too worn out.

“By the way, Izuki-kun. In the Management Game, something was left out. Any guesses what it was?”

Takuma-san suddenly threw out a question.

“…No idea.”

“You’ll probably see it in this election. Overcome it, and you’ll grow even more.”

The call ended.

What was the answer to that last question? …Leaving me with that puzzle, I set my smartphone on the desk.

“Izuki…”

Hinako, who’d been hiding under the covers, poked her face out and called to me.

“Izuki… Are you aiming to become an executive at Konohana Group?”

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t mention that?”

“…You didn’t.”

Wait, really…?

Now that I think about it, I don’t think I ever told Hinako.

I first mentioned it to Takuma-san, and Tennouji-san figured it out during the first half of the Management Game, but I haven’t told anyone else since.

Part of it was that saying it out loud felt kinda embarrassing. It might come off like I’m doing it for Hinako, and I don’t want to sound like I’m fishing for gratitude or anything.

I’m just working hard because I want to. That’s all…

“W-Well, that’s…”

Hinako fidgeted, her eyes locked on me.

“Does that mean… you’ll stay with me… forever…?”

She asked, peering up at me shyly.

Did she mean working as an executive at Konohana Group forever? Becoming an executive is kind of my ultimate goal, so I haven’t thought much about what comes after. But unless I get fired or something, I might keep working there.

“…Well, I’d be happy if it worked out that way.”

At my answer, Hinako’s face turned bright red, and she bolted for the door.

“Hinako?”

“…Gotta go back to my room.”

Hinako opened the door. A maid, who happened to be cleaning the hallway, turned toward us. Looks like Hinako wouldn’t need me to guide her back to her room.

I stared silently at the door as it clicked shut.

What was that about…?

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Back in her room, Hinako flopped face-first onto her bed.

Clutching her pillow tightly, she replayed her conversation with Izuki.

“…Hehe.”

She had no idea Izuki was aiming to become an executive at Konohana Group.

She knew he had big goals. He’d said he wanted to stand as her equal… to stand by her side. But to think his specific goal was to become an executive at Konohana Group…

Not Tennouji Group. Not Shimax, Narika’s family business.

Izuki’s goal was Konohana Group—where Hinako was.

And he said he’d stay with her forever.

This was…

(This is… practically a proposal…!!)

Hugging her pillow, she imagined a grand wedding, showered with blessings.

She’d buy a wedding dress. The most stunning one out there. The sooner they got married, the better. Maybe even a student marriage—how about that?

In her fantasy wedding venue, familiar faces appeared: Tennouji Mirei, Miyakojima Narika, and Hirano Yuri. Everyone was clapping for their marriage.

(I won… I’m Izuki’s number one…! I knew I was the main heroine…!)

Hinako was confidently wielding terms she’d recently picked up from shoujo manga.

She squeezed her pillow with all her might.

She’d just sleep like this tonight. She was sure to have the happiest dreams.

“Excuse me.”

The moment she closed her eyes, Shizune stepped into the room.

Seeing Hinako about to drift off, Shizune spoke.

“Ojou-sama, it’s time for your studies…”

“…Not today.”

“Kagen-sama will be upset.”

“It’s fine. Papa’s at the main estate today.”

Hinako, ever sly, had already checked her father’s schedule.

Shizune let out a small sigh.

“If you slack off too much, Izuki-san might be disappointed in you.”

Lately, Shizune had taken to using Izuki as leverage to motivate Hinako. It was usually super effective, and normally Hinako would’ve complied, but—

“Heh.”

“…What’s with that face?”

“Izuki… chose me. There’s no need to worry about that…”

Hinako flashed a smug grin, and Shizune gave her a puzzled look.

“What did he say?”

“…That he’s aiming to be an executive at Konohana Group.”

Shizune had vaguely suspected as much.

Back when the Management Game started, Izuki had asked her whether he should start a company from scratch and what he should do if he wanted to be involved in management someday.

Later, Izuki chose the entrepreneurial path in the Management Game, but his real goal wasn’t starting a company—it was becoming a leader. The Management Game was just a learning tool. After starting his consulting business, he prioritized working with large companies, indicating that he aspired to manage a major corporation in the future.

It made sense… He probably wanted to be involved in running the Konohana family’s business.

That was a bold decision. Honestly, it was worthy of respect. Maybe that’s why he was aiming for a student council position?

It was a heartfelt effort. During the election period, she should offer him some support.

But right in front of the touched Shizune… Hinako was melting into a goofy, lovesick expression.

“Izuki… said he’d stay with me forever…”

It was hard to stay moved in this situation.

As Hinako basked in her own little world of bliss, Shizune gave a light cough to snap her back to reality.

“You can’t let your guard down.”

“…Huh?”

Shizune glared sternly at the completely relaxed Hinako.

“Even if that’s how Izuki-san feels, how others act is a different matter. After the Management Game, Izuki-san’s caught a lot of attention. Even if he becomes an executive at Konohana Group, there’s a real chance someone else could poach him.”

“P-Poach…!?”

It was a very real possibility.

Hinako knew it too, and her earlier confidence was crumbling.

“Don’t you have any guesses, Ojou-sama? Someone else who might have their eye on Izuki-san?”

“………………………………I do.”

Hinako answered in a tiny voice.

“……………………About four people.”

“…That’s a bit much.”

Shizune put a hand to her forehead.

That guy’s way more popular than expected.

“Out of curiosity, who are you thinking of?”

“…Hirano-san, Tennouji-san, Miyakojima-san… and Shizune.”

“Huh?”

An unexpected name had slipped in.

“Me?”

“Because, Shizune… you’ve been staring at Izuki a lot lately…”

Shizune realized what she meant.

Ever since Izuki found out about her cosplay hobby, Shizune had been periodically checking to make sure he wasn’t spilling her secret. Especially when she overheard talk about clothes or hobbies, she’d shoot him a quick glare.

That’s what Hinako was referring to.

“Ojou-sama, that’s, um…”

“That’s…?”

“No, I mean…”

“Mean what?”

The tables had turned.

Under Hinako’s stare, Shizune looked away.

“L-Let’s get back on track.”

“…You’re dodging.”

“I’m not dodging.”

She was just preventing the conversation from derailing further. Convincing herself of that, Shizune pressed on.

“You must understand now, Ojou-sama. Izuki-san is in high demand.”

“Mgh, grr…!”

As Hinako clamped her mouth shut, Shizune continued.

“If others try to poach Izuki-san, do you think he’d stay loyal to a lazy Ojou-sama like you are right now? No. You’d better prepare to be abandoned.”

“…Ngh, nghhh…!”

Against her better judgment, Hinako began to imagine it.

After the wedding, they were supposed to live happily ever after. But maybe that happiness had made her let her guard down.

Izuki looked at her with cold eyes.

“Sorry, Hinako. I’m… gonna work under a better boss.”

“I-Izuki…!!”

Her whole body started trembling.

“Izuki… don’t go anywhere…!”

Seeing Hinako so shaken, Shizune let out a sigh.

Honestly, there was no way that guy would ever hurt Hinako like that. She’d meant to give her a little push, but it worked too well, and now she felt a bit guilty for scaring her so much.

Still, what needed to be done had to be done.

Hinako had once broken etiquette at an important dinner with the “three-second rule.” Izuki took it hard, feeling responsible, but Shizune regretted it just as much.

“Come on, Ojou-sama. Let’s get to work today.”

Izuki wasn’t the only one by Hinako’s side.

When he offered her candy, she’d take up the whip. Shizune resolved herself to that role.