Chapter 2: The Future of Kiou Academy

The second day of the election period.

On the first day, the presidential candidates made their presence known with posters and flyers. Still, starting from the second day, speeches were permitted. The election campaign truly kicked off today.

Arriving at school a bit earlier than usual, I headed to the first-floor hallway of the school building.

The hallway bulletin board was still adorned with the same posters of the presidential candidates as yesterday. However, next to those posters, a new display had been put up today.

“Hey, Tomonari-kun.”

A voice called out from behind, and I turned around.

“President Minato.”

“I’m not the president anymore. Just call me senpai.”

The rule was that as soon as the election campaign for the new school year began, the previous student council was disbanded. A vote would decide the new student council members on the final day of the election period. To ensure a smooth transition, last year’s student council dissolved early, but hearing it directly from President Minato made me feel a little wistful.

One glance at President Minato was enough to know she was someone with the dignity befitting a student council president. But surely, she must have faced countless struggles to reach that point.

I murmured a quiet “Thank you for your service” in my heart. But despite my sentimental musings, President Minato was grinning cheerfully.

“What do you think of the new corner I put together?”

President Minato… no, Minato-senpai said proudly, puffing out her chest.

Next to the posters, a large sheet summarized the profiles of each candidate. It was titled “A Peek into the Daily Lives of the Candidates.” …This was the corner Minato-senpai had said she wanted to create for the next student council election. It seemed she’d successfully brought her vision to life.

“It’s great. It’s engaging and makes you want to care about the election.”

“Hearing that from someone involved makes it all worthwhile.”

It felt worthwhile for me too, having helped with the interviews.

(…Looking at this, Tennouji-san and Narika really live completely different lives, don’t they?)

The sheet gave a rough outline of how the two spent their days.

Apparently, Narika wakes up earlier in the morning. I wasn’t surprised, knowing Narika trains at the dojo early in the morning, but other students might find it unexpected. While Narika’s academic performance at the academy might not match Tennouji-san’s, it’s not as if Narika leads a careless life.

“Huh? This one-line comment at the end… was that always part of it?”

“Oh, that? I saw your report and thought it’d be a shame not to include it.”

At the bottom of each candidate’s profile was a section for a one-line comment.

My profile had this comment: “His earnest attitude positively influences those around him. Watching his efforts gives others a chance to reflect on themselves.” …I don’t recall writing anything like that in the report…

But it’s a heartwarming comment.

Coming to Kiou Academy, I’ve worked hard, influenced by so many people. If my efforts have, in turn, inspired someone else, that’s something to be proud of.

“Might as well hand these out too.”

Saying that, Minato-senpai handed me something resembling a newspaper.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the election bulletin. Traditionally, once the next election starts, the student council takes on a sort of newspaper club role. Until the final day of the election period, we distribute these, summarizing the academy’s public opinion polls.”

I quickly skimmed through it.

The election-related information was clearly and concisely organized. It briefly touched on the candidates’ pledges and the speeches that will start today.

“I thought handing it out on the first day might overwhelm students with too much information. Maybe I was overthinking it.”

“No, it’s helpful.”

The first day was filled with introductions to the candidates and their pledges. Giving students some time to process it all seemed like a good idea to me too. Releasing information gradually felt right.

The election bulletin also included the approval ratings for the three presidential candidates.

I see… reading this makes the trends in approval ratings crystal clear.

(Right now, it’s a two-way race between Tennouji-san and Narika, huh?)

Tennouji-san and Narika each held about forty percent, with the third candidate at twenty percent.

However, this was based solely on the opinions of those who participated in the poll. The response rate was just under half of the student body, meaning that nearly half of the students were still undecided about who to vote for.

With fifty percent of the votes still up for grabs, the current approval ratings could shift dramatically depending on where those votes landed.

“Oh, sorry, I need to get going.”

“Got some business to attend to?”

“I was planning to do a final check on my speech draft.”

That’s why I came to school early.

I also wanted to look into the other candidates, but there’s no time right now.

“I’ve heard the rumors. You’re supporting both Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san at the same time, right?”

“…rumors spread that fast, huh?”

“That’s just how much attention you’re getting. The more prominent someone is, the faster rumors about them spread. Everyone’s dying to know your every move.”

It almost felt like she was deliberately piling on the pressure.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down my face. Suddenly, I became hyper-aware of the gazes around me.

I get it… being in the spotlight and having expectations placed on you means your failures stand out just as much. That’s a kind of fear I’ve never experienced before.

“Feeling the pressure?”

Seeing my stiffened expression, Minato-senpai said knowingly.

“That fear always haunts those in power. If you can’t handle it, you’d better step back.”

Until now, even if I made a mistake, it wouldn’t have drawn much attention.

But now, if I fail, that failure will be known to everyone in no time. In the worst case, it could even brand me as someone unworthy of standing by Hinako’s side.

The more attention I get, the greater the risks become.

I think I’m starting to understand what Hinako, Tennouji-san, and Narika carry with them every day. Hinako finds this pressure bothersome, Tennouji-san has a past where she became overly stoic trying to face it, and Narika was afraid of it.

What I’m feeling now is probably a fraction of what they deal with.

That’s exactly why I can’t afford to freeze up here.

“No way. I don’t have the luxury of getting scared.”

“…Is that so?”

It was just bravado, but I knew I had to make those words real.

“Give it your all. The election campaign starts now.”

After watching Minato-senpai walk away, I slapped my cheeks with both hands to psych myself up.

◆

Lunch break, at the usual rooftop of the old student council building.

“…Thanks for the meal!!”

Having wolfed down my lunch, I quickly packed away my bento box and stood up.

“Hinako, sorry! I’ve gotta go!”

“Mm… see you later.”

During the election period, I have to work as an aide for Tennouji-san and the others during lunch breaks and after school. For a while, that means spending less time with Hinako.

That said, I’m doing this to stand by Hinako’s side in the future, so in the long run, it’ll mean more time together. Shizune-san understands this too, which is why she’s allowing me, Hinako’s caretaker, to act separately from her.

So, right now, I’m off to listen to Tennouji-san and the others’ speeches…

“…You okay? Can you wait here properly? I’ll come back after hearing their speeches, so don’t move from here, alright?”

“Hmph… Izuki, you’re too suspicious. I’ll just nap here and wait, so don’t worry.”

“But… what about the bathroom? If you really can’t hold it, you could sneak over to that corner over there…”

“I-I wouldn’t do that…!!”

Is she really going to be okay?

When she’s in proper Ojou-sama mode, it’s one thing, but when she’s relaxed and being her true self, Hinako still gets lost in her own mansion. I’m worried she might not even make it back to the classroom alone. Does she even know where the bathrooms are?

I had plenty of concerns, but time was short, so I hurriedly headed toward the sports field.

(First up, I’ll go hear Tennouji-san’s speech.)

Tennouji-san’s speech was being held in front of the sports field, just outside the school building. It was a spot visible from classroom windows, making it ideal for drawing attention.

When I arrived at the speech location, even though lunch break was only halfway over, nearly fifty students had already gathered. They must have finished eating early to hear Tennouji-san’s speech.

Tennouji-san stood on a morning assembly platform we’d set up in advance. The platform was an academy property, and I’d gotten permission from Fukushima-sensei to use it the previous day.

Our eyes met.

Her silent question—whether it was time to start—was met with a nod from me. Fifty people was more than enough. Waiting too long could make it seem disorganized, so it was best to begin.

“Thank you all for gathering here!”

Tennouji-san declared in a loud voice.

She wasn’t using a microphone. We’d secured permission just in case, but Tennouji-san had decided against it, saying her natural voice would carry more impact.

“As it’s lunchtime and time is limited, I’ll keep this brief and share my vision with you all!”

Everyone’s eyes were on Tennouji-san.

Under their gazes, she proclaimed confidently.

“I, Tennouji Mirei, am running for student council president! My pledge, in a single phrase, is this—to make this academy a place where everyone can live nobly!!”

An academy where everyone can live nobly. That was Tennouji-san’s slogan.

Now came the specifics.

“At present, Kiou Academy has a school caste system based on family background. This results in students from prominent families carrying themselves confidently, while those from less distinguished backgrounds seem to shrink back. This is an issue I’ve personally felt since my first year, and I’ve been working to address it.”

Several students nodded as they listened to Tennouji-san. I was one of them.

When I first met Tennouji-san, she told me to straighten my back and carry myself with more confidence. Those words gave me the push to hold my head high.

“Of course, I understand the difficulty of everyone interacting as equals. Many of our families run companies that support countless livelihoods. If the classmate standing before you is the heir or heiress of an important business partner, it’s only natural that acting casually becomes challenging.”

Tennouji-san showed empathy for the students who felt intimidated.

This was a problem unique to Kiou Academy. Everywhere you looked, there were children of politicians and CEOs. In this environment, only a select few could truly feel at ease.

“But that can be overcome with etiquette!”

Tennouji-san declared forcefully.

This was the heart of her argument.

“We shrink back because we fear making mistakes or causing offense. If that’s the case, then we should hone the skills to never make such mistakes—in other words, we should master manners!”

Tennouji-san’s golden hair shimmered beautifully under the dazzling midday sunlight.

“Nobility resides in confident conduct! And the mental strength to carry oneself confidently can be supported by skills—by manners! Therefore, if I become student council president, I promise to establish formal etiquette classes at this academy! Not only dining etiquette but also grooming and dance lessons to ensure you can hold your own in any social setting without shame!”

Establishing formal etiquette classes—that was Tennouji-san’s concrete pledge.

For Kiou Academy students, this would likely be in high demand. I myself had benefited greatly from Tennouji-san’s etiquette lessons.

By the way, the classes Tennouji-san planned to implement would be optional and held after school, so they wouldn’t disrupt the academy’s regular curriculum. This format was finalized after consultations with the teachers. She’d discuss the details in her after-school speech.

“That concludes my pledges, but before I finish, allow me to explain why I came up with this idea.”

Tennouji-san glanced at me.

…Huh?

This wasn’t in the speech draft.

What was she about to say?

“One day, I met a certain classmate.”

Tennouji-san began her story.

“My first impression of this student was like that of a frightened puppy. Hunched over, eyes darting nervously… they were visibly intimidated. So, I advised them to straighten their back.”

As Tennouji-san recounted the past, I had a faint sense of déjà vu.

“By some strange twist of fate, I ended up spending a lot of time with this student. Our relationship grew into one where we inspired each other to improve… and before I knew it, this student had grown into someone truly remarkable, someone who left me in awe.”

Tennouji-san said this with genuine joy.

“Watching them, I thought to myself—if they could do it, then others could too. That elegance isn’t something you’re born with, but something you can achieve through effort.”

Sensing the heartfelt truth behind her words, I couldn’t help but feel a lump in my throat.

If elegance were something only attainable by birth, then Tennouji-san, as an adopted child, wouldn’t possess it.

Tennouji-san spoke as if I were the sole precedent, but that’s not true. The first person to seize elegance through effort was Tennouji-san herself.

I’m merely following in her footsteps.

“That’s why I made my decision! I will create a stage for everyone to strive for greatness! I will transform this academy into a place where everyone can live nobly!”

As Tennouji-san concluded her speech, thunderous applause erupted.

It was perfect. Tennouji-san’s charisma shone at its brightest.

(…Using her personality to its fullest was definitely the right call.)

I’d worried that using the word “noble” might be too vague and hard to convey, but considering Tennouji-san was the one delivering it, it worked perfectly. After all, she was practically the embodiment of nobility at this academy. If anyone wondered what nobility or elegance meant, they only had to look at Tennouji-san to understand.

In other words, Tennouji-san’s pledge was about fulfilling the wishes of those who aspire to be like her.

That meant my job, as her supporter, was clear.

I had to make everyone admire Tennouji Mirei.

“Great job, Tennouji-san.”

After Tennouji-san finished greeting the gathered students, I offered her words of praise.

“Tomonari-san! How was my speech!?”

Still buzzing from the speech, she was visibly excited.

She must have felt the positive response. …I felt the same way.

“It was flawless. I got a bit nervous when you went off-script at the end, though…”

I was referring to the final part she added.

Unless I’m being overly self-conscious… that story was about her and me, wasn’t it?

Tennouji-san blushed and looked away.

“Th-that was my true feelings.”

“I’m honored. I had no idea you thought of me like that.”

“…Hmph, don’t play coy. You must have noticed how much you’ve influenced me…”

Her shy admission made me feel bashful too.

It was more than an honor. To think I was the spark for her pledge…

I was thrilled, but also a bit tickled by the sentiment.

The speech’s success made me want to linger and chat, but I had to head to Narika’s speech next. Time to get to the point.

“The speech was a huge success. But the specific plans, like the etiquette classes and dance lessons, didn’t fully come across yet, so let’s stick to the plan and use the projector for the after-school speech.”

“Understood. We’ll convey the lesson content through visuals, yes?”

Exactly. We’d already prepared footage for each lesson. If the etiquette classes became a reality, Tennouji-san planned to use her connections to bring in external guest instructors. By contacting those instructors, we’d secured video materials as references.

“You’re heading to Miyakojima-san’s speech next, right?”

“Yes.”

At my nod, Tennouji-san gave a bold smile.

“Support her with everything you’ve got. It’ll make me fight harder.”

“…Got it.”

Tennouji-san wanted a fair competition.

She really was a noble person. I couldn’t help but think so again.

◆

Narika’s speech was held in front of the gymnasium, on the opposite side of the school from Tennouji-san’s location. While the sports field was visible from classroom windows, the gymnasium was perfectly positioned for students to watch from the hallway windows.

Hurrying to the gymnasium, I found a large crowd already gathered. Lunch break was nearly forty minutes in, and with most students done eating, the crowd was bigger than at Tennouji-san’s speech—around sixty people.

“I’m Miyakojima Narika from Class 2-B! Thank you all for coming today!”

Narika began her speech.

Like Tennouji-san, she wasn’t using a microphone. She’d said she didn’t need one, confident in her lung capacity, and her voice carried impressively. Her martial arts training clearly gave her an edge in public speaking.

“If I become student council president, I want to make this academy a place where people can change themselves!”

Narika declared her pledge with passion.

“Like me, I think many students at Kiou Academy are living lives on predetermined tracks. Inheriting the family business, marriage, career choices… our futures are more or less decided. That’s both a reassuring strength and, in some ways, a stifling limitation.”

The students listening grew more serious. They must have related to Narika’s words—whether it was about themselves or someone close to them.

Kiou Academy students lived on rigid tracks. Ironically, the more prestigious the family, the sturdier the track, making it harder to break free.

“Have you ever given up on something because ‘that’s just how my future is’? I think that’s such a waste. Wanting to change deep down but giving up before even trying is a problem unique to us, who can see our futures so clearly.”

Reading Narika’s speech draft, I’d thought she might be right.

Looking back… maybe I was able to push myself so hard precisely because I didn’t have a set track. Losing my parents, dropping out of school, and facing an uncertain future forced me to change. When I wanted to transform myself, nothing was holding me back.

I’m an extreme case, so I don’t think everyone should have such a free environment. But I do know a little about the freedom that exists off the tracks.

“There was a time when I had to change.”

Narika spoke of her own experiences.

“But I didn’t know how to change myself and struggled for a long time. …So many people helped me through it. Supported and trusted by others, I finally mustered the courage to change. …And I want others to experience that too.”

Narika looked out at the gathered students.

Her resolute gaze pierced straight into the hearts of everyone listening.

“If I become student council president, I’ll create a salon at this academy!”

Narika laid out the details of her pledge.

“Connections change people! That’s my belief! Fortunately, this academy is full of students skilled in all sorts of fields. Interacting with them lets you reflect on your weaknesses and learn how to address them! Overcoming your shortcomings or trying new fields—that’s the kind of environment I want to create!”

Kiou Academy is filled with the children of prominent industry leaders—essentially, future experts in their fields. Some are already performing at a professional level. The Management Game was an event that showcased exactly that.

Everyone could imagine how valuable conversations with such people would be. So, fostering even more of those interactions held immense potential.

“Changing yourself doesn’t have to be some grand thing. Wanting to improve your grades, get better at sports, or expand your network—that’s all part of changing yourself. A salon would be a place to find peers who share that desire to grow.”

The students were utterly captivated by Narika’s passionate speech.

“…I’ll be honest.”

Narika touched her cheeks, forcing a smile as she spoke.

“I’m not good at dealing with people. I’m not great at conversation, and when I’m nervous, my face gets all stiff. …In the past, that led to a lot of misunderstandings. You’ve probably all heard the rumors. That Miyakojima Narika is a delinquent or part of a biker gang.”

Many students looked awkward.

Narika didn’t blame others for the old rumors, instead owning them as a result of her own shortcomings. Seeing her now, no one would still believe those rumors.

“But, as I mentioned earlier, I’ve been able to change bit by bit thanks to the people and opportunities I’ve been blessed with. Running for student council president is something last year’s me could never have imagined.”

Who could have predicted Narika standing here just six months ago?

Having been in the spotlight due to negative rumors, Narika had unintentionally shown her transformation to many people.

Her words carried undeniable conviction.

“People can change. The proof of that is me. …To those who haven’t yet taken their first step, let me say this: How about we muster up some courage together?”

Finally, Narika spoke as if addressing everyone—.

“With that, I conclude my speech.”

A thunderous applause erupted for Narika, who had just wrapped up her speech.

It was a great speech. Even without any bias, I genuinely thought so.

Spotting Narika lightly greeting the audience, I approached her.

“Narika.”

“…Izuki.”

Noticing me, Narika, for some reason, wore a solemn expression.

“Izuki, let’s move somewhere else.”

“Hm? Oh, sure.”

Thinking it’d be better to talk in a calmer spot, I followed Narika as we moved.

Behind the gymnasium… After reaching a shaded area out of sight, Narika turned to face me.

“Narika, good work. I listened to your speech from the start, and—”

“I-I-I-I was so scaaared~~~ !!”

Narika, half in tears, clung to me.

Oh… So that’s why she wanted to move.

People don’t change so easily. Just as Narika said in her speech, she’s in the midst of changing right now.

But that’s exactly why Narika decided to create an environment where people can change more easily.

To make the academy a place where people can transform themselves. —A pledge only Narika, who knows both the wonder and difficulty of change, could make.

“You were awesome.”

“R-Really…? I can’t even remember what I said…!!”

“You covered everything necessary, so don’t worry.”

No, if anything, her speech was even better than the script.

I don’t think she was consciously doing it, but Narika’s subtle gestures meshed perfectly with her speech, making the content easy to follow. Like when she talked about her own experiences and lifted the corners of her mouth with both hands.

Tennouji-san, probably because she’s used to the stage, added an impromptu line at the end that wasn’t in the script, but it’s hard to take inspiration from that since it’s not a mere technique. Tennouji-san has her strengths, and Narika has hers, so their speeches naturally reflect their unique personalities.

The two of them are competing to become student council president, not to see who gives the better speech. But when you hear a speech in person, its sheer quality can grab your heart. There’s something about the charisma exuded through a speech that appeals not to reason but to instinct.

Whether to vote based on reason or instinct—that choice is left to each individual student. So, for the sake of those who follow their instincts, a speech can’t be too polished.

I should probably study more about giving speeches myself…

We can’t just expect students to vote purely on reason.

“Izuki, I’m going to keep pushing harder!”

Narika brimmed with determination.

“I declared it in front of everyone. That we’d change ourselves together. …I absolutely don’t want that declaration to be a lie!”

Seeing Narika’s eyes blaze with fighting spirit, I couldn’t help but feel moved.

“…You’ve really come so far in changing yourself.”

For Narika, this is probably still a work in progress. But to me, she’s already achieved an impressive transformation.

Pressing the spot between my eyebrows, I tried to hold back tears.

Seeing me like that, Narika gave a wry smile.

“I’ve caused you a lot of trouble, haven’t I, Izuki?”

“Yeah… I’m remembering the days when you were disguised as a gyaru.”

“F-Forget about that, please…!!”

Apparently, that’s a dark chapter for Narika, as her face turned bright red.

I actually thought it suited her pretty well… but I’ll keep that to myself.

“Lunch break’s almost over, so I’ll quickly point out some areas for improvement.”

Narika’s expression shifted to one of seriousness.

“You occasionally looked down, so try to keep your eyes forward more. Also, I appreciate that you stuck to the time limit, but depending on the audience’s mood, it might be good to give them a moment to breathe. Like around the part where you said, ‘I’m not good at dealing with people’—that could be a good spot to pause.”

“Got it. …Thanks for watching so closely.”

“Yeah. I’m no expert on speeches myself, so my advice is kind of trial-and-error.”

However, when it comes to pledges, there is some overlap with the consulting skills I learned in the Management Game, allowing me to offer more specific input in that area.

Explaining a pledge is, in essence, presenting a business plan.

And that’s something I’ve done multiple times in the Management Game.

“For the salon you proposed as a concrete plan, you should explain it more. Where it’ll be located, how big it’ll be, whether food and drinks are allowed, what the operating hours will be… Lay out those details in a way that excites the audience, in a clear, logical order.”

“Got it. …To be honest, I delayed the start time a bit, hoping more people would show up. That backfired, and I ended up cutting some explanations.”

“Can’t be helped. It’s a trade-off, I think. I went to hear Tennouji-san’s speech first today, but tomorrow I’ll start with yours, so we can think it through together.”

I wasn’t here from the beginning, so I don’t know if Narika’s decision was right or not. In fact, delaying the start time probably helped gather this many people.

“Izuki, after school…”

“As planned, I’ll go scout the third candidate. …The support for both of you is handled like during the flyer distribution, so others will cover it, no worries.”

Suminoe-san is helping Tennouji-san, and Kita is helping Narika, taking my place.

The improvements I noticed from today’s speeches need to be shared with Suminoe-san and Kita too. Since I want to start scouting right after school, I’ll pass the info along during the next break.

On the way to the classroom, I saw a poster in the hallway on the first floor.

Behind Tennouji-san and Narika’s posters, there was another one.

The third candidate for president—Joutou Ren.

This morning, in the election bulletin distributed by Minato-senpai, there was info about him.

Joutou Ren is the son of a politician.

◆

After school, when I headed to the school gate, a large crowd had already gathered.

(…This is the place.)

According to the flyer, Joutou Ren’s speech is scheduled to take place here.

The crowd is huge. Unlike lunch break, students have more time after school, so it’s natural. Still, there are even more people than at Tennouji-san or Narika’s lunchtime speeches.

Plus, as expected, the school gate is the perfect spot for an after-school speech.

It’s in the line of sight of every student leaving school.

The speech locations are decided by the candidates and their aides, who apply to the teachers each time. However, if a conflict arises, it’s resolved on a first-come, first-served basis. We were slow to act, and the school gate for today was already taken.

Today, when the speeches kick off, is when students’ interest in them is at its peak. Ideally, we’d have secured a prominent spot like this. If I hadn’t been torn over whether to support Tennouji-san or Narika, could we have nabbed this spot…? I can’t help but feel a sense of regret.

Taking a deep breath, I switched gears. There’s no point dwelling on what’s done. My job is to make up for it elsewhere.

I blended into the crowd to listen to the speech.

The third candidate for president—Joutou Ren. I mentally reviewed what I knew from the election bulletin.

He’s in Class 2-E. The eldest son of a prominent political family. His grandfather, the Minister of Economy, Trade, and Industry, even attended the Management Game’s opening ceremony, and his father has also entered politics.

Judging by his background alone, he exudes the vibe of a sharp, capable individual.

But, surprisingly, I hadn’t heard much about him among my peers.

Wanting to get a sense of who Joutou Ren is, I pushed toward the front of the crowd.

Then, I spotted the back of a petite girl.

“Oh, Asahi-san?”

“Eh, Tomonari-kun?”

Turning around, Asahi-san’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re here.”

“Y-Yeah… Why are you here, Tomonari-kun? Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san’s speeches are probably starting around now, aren’t they?”

“I left those to others and came to scout.”

“O-Oh, I see…”

Something about Asahi-san seemed off.

She’s usually much more lively when she talks, but now she’s acting kind of fidgety.

Am I imagining it…?

“There’s a lot of people. But I don’t see many familiar faces…”

“…No wonder. Most of the people here are probably first-years.”

Asahi-san said, scanning the crowd.

That makes sense. But if that’s the case, it’s odd that the audience is so skewed toward first-years.

I checked Joutou’s pledges in the election bulletin, and they didn’t seem particularly appealing to first-years.

If anything, Joutou’s pledges are—unorthodox for any grade.

“I went to Tennouji-san’s speech during lunch, and it was amazing. You wrote the script for that, right, Tomonari-kun? It was really clear and well done.”

“Thanks. If you were there, you could’ve said hi.”

“Nah, I didn’t want to get in the way. By the way, Taishou-kun went to Miyakojima-san’s speech, but he had the same impression as me.”

“That’s great to hear.”

I thought she was acting strange, but as we talked, Asahi-san seemed to return to her usual self.

Still, it seems both she and Taishou were at the speeches but didn’t approach out of consideration. Their kindness is appreciated, but next time, I hope they’ll just say hi. I’m sure Tennouji-san and Narika would be happy about it too.

“Tomonari-kun, is being a vice-president candidate pretty tough?”

“Yeah. Even supporting just one person would’ve been a lot.”

“…Got it. Yeah, makes sense.”

Asahi-san fell silent.

Yeah, she’s definitely acting a bit off.

I don’t know what’s causing it, but…

“Thank you all for coming.”

A voice rang out, and we turned forward.

It was amplified through a microphone. I couldn’t see clearly through the crowd, but there must be a speaker up front.

“I am Joutou Ren, running for student council president.”

On the platform stood a male student with slightly long, tousled hair.

He was Tennouji-san and Narika’s rival—Joutou Ren.

“The pledge I’m putting forward is—”

Gripping the microphone, Joutou addressed the crowd firmly.

“—the democratization of Kiou Academy.”

◆

After Joutou Ren’s speech ended.

“…Phew.”

I let out a sigh without thinking.

The other students seemed the same. Whether that sigh came from awe, exhaustion, confusion, or even disgust… one thing was certain: every single person in the audience was struck by Joutou’s speech.

Joutou’s claims were the kind that could be seen as a bombshell to Kiou Academy’s students.

“…That was intense.”

“…Yeah.”

Asahi-san was clearly shaken too, and both of us stood there, dazed, even after the crowd began to disperse.

“…Mind helping me sort through some info?”

“Sure, if I can help.”

To organize my thoughts, I decided to lay out the details one by one.

“First, Joutou-kun’s pledge is the democratization of Kiou Academy.”

Asahi-san nodded.

“The issue he’s addressing… is that the students here are out of touch with the real world.”

Asahi-san nodded again.

“It was like a punch to the face. …His point was that we don’t fit in with the outside world.”

Joutou didn’t exactly say we’re entirely out of place.

To be precise, he put it like this: Kiou Academy students are so sheltered that when they enter society, they sometimes drag ordinary people down.

That alone would be hard for the students here to swallow.

“He also mentioned real incidents. Like a Kiou Academy graduate treating their subordinates like servants, getting labeled as a power harasser, and being fired…”

“I was shocked when I heard that. I’d never heard anything like that before. …But if it was in the newspaper, it must be true, right?”

While explaining, Joutou held up a newspaper for us to see. It’s still on the platform where he stood. He said anyone curious could check it out.

Forgery seems unlikely. Kiou Academy students are sharp. Probably more than half of those who heard Joutou’s speech today will look into the incident mentioned in that paper. I’m planning to do the same when I get back to the mansion.

Joutou claimed the root of that harassment was Kiou Academy’s education.

Whether that’s a stretch is debatable… but what matters is how convincing it sounds.

Joutou’s speech was persuasive, backed by specific, clear pledges.

“To fix our sheltered nature, he wants Kiou Academy students to get used to commoner culture. That’s his goal. His concrete plans include introducing club activities, workplace experiences, and…”

“…removing family background as a criterion for admission.”

I nodded.

In short, Joutou’s pledge to democratize Kiou Academy means: To understand commoners, do what they do! That’s his argument.

(…This is bad.)

As Tennouji-san and Narika’s aide, I shouldn’t be thinking this.

I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

Joutou Ren’s pledge—has some merit.

Deep down, a part of me thinks his pledge is entirely reasonable.

That’s probably because I’m a commoner myself.

Growing up in a commoner’s world, the shocks I felt when I came to this academy are still vivid. The sense of money, the assumption that everyone has servants… I’m used to it now, but at first, it was all bewildering.

Joutou’s claims hit me right in the gut.

They probably resonated with me more than anyone else in this academy.

But—.

“…Asahi-san, have you heard anything about Joutou-kun?”

“Like what?”

“Like, rumors about him standing out in some way, like Konohana-san, Tennouji-san, or Narika…”

“Hmm, I haven’t heard anything like that about Joutou-kun.”

Asahi-san is bright and friendly, with lots of friends. If she hasn’t heard anything, it’s likely no one else has either.

Setting aside the content of his speech for now, I thought about Joutou Ren, the man running for president.

His claims were indeed shocking. But—and this is just my personal impression—his presence after the speech felt…

(…kind of underwhelming, honestly.)

His voice wasn’t particularly commanding, and his expressions didn’t feel especially intense.

Joutou spoke calmly, almost matter-of-factly. …To be honest, I didn’t get the sense of conviction from his speech that I felt from Tennouji-san or Narika.

“In terms of charisma, he might fall short of Tennouji-san and the others.”

Asahi-san seemed to share my impression.

“Still, with such a bombshell pledge, he’s not lagging behind Tennouji-san or Narika in terms of buzz.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Asahi-san agreed.

“Honestly, I think Joutou-kun’s pledge has some merit too—”

“—Are you acting like this doesn’t concern you?”

Cutting off Asahi-san’s words, an unfamiliar male student spoke up.

Who’s this?

I tilted my head at the boy who’d appeared nearby. His neatly parted hair and silver-rimmed glasses gave off an intellectual vibe. He was slim, a bit shorter than me.

The boy was glaring at Asahi-san.

“This might be our first time talking at the academy.”

“…Yeah.”

“You’re as cowardly as ever. Are you really going to keep pretending you’re not involved?”

“That’s not what I…”

Asahi-san lowered her gaze, and the silver-rimmed boy sighed.

Then, he turned to me.

“You’re Tomonari Izuki-senpai, right? I’ve heard about you.”

“Uh…”

What rumors?

“Nice to meet you. I’m Asahi Rintarou, Joutou-senpai’s aide.”

With that, the boy extended his hand for a handshake.

“As fellow vice-president candidates, I look forward to working with you.”

I shook his hand, and he gave a quiet smile.

Watching him turn and walk away, I recalled what I knew about the second vice-president candidate.

Taishou had mentioned it. According to rumors, the other vice-presidential candidate is a first-year student. Since he called us ‘senpai,’ that rumor seems accurate.

But right now, what’s on my mind is…

“…Asahi-san, is he, by any chance…”

With a slightly awkward expression, Asahi-san nodded.

“Asahi Rintarou. …He’s my younger brother.”

◆

The following day, Saturday.

In the Konohana family’s parlor, the usual members had gathered.

“And so!”

Seeing that tea had been served for everyone at the table, Tennouji-san beamed with delight.

“Today, we’re holding a tea party at Konohana Hinako’s mansion!!”

“Th-thank you for having us!”

“Yay!!”

“Heck yeah!!”

Narika, Asahi-san, and Taishou each flashed bright, enthusiastic smiles.

“Everyone, please make yourselves at home.”

Hinako smiled gently.

Taishou and Asahi-san were captivated by her graceful demeanor. I thought Tennouji-san might get jealous, but today, she remained in high spirits, unfazed.

“We owe our thanks to Konohana Hinako for providing the venue for this tea party. And… to Tomonari-san, who planned it, my heartfelt gratitude once again.”

As Tennouji-san spoke, everyone clapped.

“No, really… you’re exaggerating.”

It was indeed an exaggeration, but I felt planning this was worth it.

Why were we holding a tea party at the Konohana mansion? To avoid negatively impacting our election campaign.

Including me, everyone here was part of the somewhat embarrassing group known academy-wide as the “Tea Party Alliance.” The name originated from our regular tea gatherings, but holding them during the election period raised concerns.

Tennouji-san and Narika, who were supposed to be rivals in the election, acting chummy at a tea party could spark suspicions of collusion.

Rumors that the two were secretly collaborating would undoubtedly harm their approval ratings. So initially, we’d planned to refrain from tea parties until the election was over.

But honestly, election campaigning was tough. Keeping distance from friends while pushing through could strain our hearts, potentially harming our campaign efforts. Avoiding tea parties for the sake of the election would be counterproductive.

During the election, I wanted Tennouji-san and Narika to be in top form. Plus, Asahi-san, Taishou, and Hinako had looked lonely when we discussed pausing the tea parties.

So, I figured a secret tea party like this would be forgivable.

The issue was only about being perceived as suspicious by others. There wasn’t the slightest chance Tennouji-san and Narika would actually collude. Both were upright individuals who would never stoop to underhanded tactics, such as teaming up to sabotage Joutou.

They had more than enough sense for that—more cautious and careful than most.

“I’m not sure if this decision is entirely right… but during the Management Game, Tennouji-san scolded me for overworking. We need a break too. Let’s allow ourselves this much.”

“Hehe… scolding you was worth it.”

Tennouji-san sipped her tea with a smug grin.

Being involved in the same election as our close friends brought struggles we were only now fully realizing.

Despite everything, we found comfort in these tea parties. To survive the turbulent thirteen days, we wanted to preserve this space.

(Asahi-san… she seems her usual self.)

For now, Asahi-san wore her typical bright expression.

In the end, I hadn’t asked her anything about her brother. It worried me, but the air around her felt like I shouldn’t pry carelessly.

“But this election… honestly, Tomonari’s got the trickiest position.”

Taishou looked at me as he spoke.

“Supporting two candidates at once—anything you’re being careful about? Like, sharing info with one but keeping it secret from the other?”

“No, nothing like that.”

I shook my head at Asahi-san’s question.

“I checked with our homeroom teacher just to be sure, but the whole ‘one vice president candidate supports one president candidate’ thing is just a tradition, not a strict rule. There’s no clear regulation, and we’re free to do as we please. So, I’m focusing solely on maximizing both their performances. That means I might share know-how gained from one with the other.”

“When you think about it calmly, what’s wrong with that? It’s like in a corporate group—each company keeps its confidential secrets, but shares useful info with the others, right?”

“Exactly.”

Taishou bringing up corporate metaphors showed he was a Kiou Academy student through and through. Then again, I often use consultant analogies, so I’m becoming just as much a Kiou student.

“Only one person can become president, so there’s no way for collusion.”

If it were a battle for multiple equal positions, maybe, but Tennouji-san and Narika were vying for the single president’s seat. In the end, it’d come down to a fight.

That’s all I meant to say, but… I felt a sudden tension crackle between Tennouji-san and Narika.

Shoot. Did I create an awkward vibe?

“Hehe.”

Tennouji-san let out an amused chuckle.

“No need to feel uneasy. Being irreplaceable friends and rivals we don’t want to lose to can coexist.”

“Tennouji-san’s right. To fight fair and square, maintaining our usual bond is important.”

The two of them were unfazed, brushing off my worries with confidence.

Only one would win. They’d clearly already faced that reality.

Seeing their composure, we all let out sighs of relief.

“Miyakojima-san, you’ve changed.”

“Thanks… Hearing that from you, Tennouji-san, gives me confidence.”

“Oh my, did I just give aid to the enemy?”

Even the tea party members acknowledged Narika’s growth.

In the past, Narika would’ve hesitantly asked, “R-Really?” after that exchange. Her accumulating successes were steadily building her confidence.

Sipping her tea, Tennouji-san glanced at Hinako.

“Konohana Hinako! I may be your rival, but for now, I’m focusing on Miyakojima-san! It might feel lonely, but please forgive me!!”

“Oh, I forgive you completely.”

Hinako replied with a serene smile.

Her expression practically screamed, Please keep doing that forever.

“…By the way, does anyone know about Joutou-kun’s platform?”

“That’s something I wanted to discuss too.”

Tennouji-san responded to my question.

“I think everyone’s thinking the same thing deep down… but I believe there’s merit to his views.”

Everyone nodded.

“Especially you three—Miyakojima-san, Asahi-san, and Taishou-san—don’t you feel that way?”

“…Yeah. Our families are B-to-C, after all.”

Narika nodded solemnly.

B-to-C, or Business-to-Consumer, refers to businesses selling directly to individual consumers. Asahi-san’s family runs J’s Holdings, which sells electronics to consumers, and Taishou’s family runs Taishou Movers, offering moving services to individuals, both B-to-C. Narika’s family’s Shimax sells sports equipment to consumers, also B-to-C.

In contrast, parts of the Konohana Group, such as trading companies or heavy industry manufacturers, operate Business-to-Business, or B-to-B, selling to other companies. Horizon Inc., which I visited during the Management Game, develops software for businesses, so it’s B-to-B too.

Generally, B-to-B transactions involve larger sums, as corporate budgets often dwarf those of individual consumers. Companies might buy rockets, but individuals rarely do.

However, B-to-C is undeniably closer to consumers. They design and sell with consumers in mind, a business model that hinges on understanding the consumer perspective.

That’s what Tennouji-san was getting at.

Those from B-to-C families, even among Kiou Academy students, are relatively familiar with commoner culture. That’s why Joutou’s views likely resonate with them.

“Honestly, I’ve felt a gap with the outside world plenty of times. My family sells sports equipment to Kiou Academy, but the prices are clearly higher than for other schools. For better or worse, Kiou Academy is special.”

“During summer break, I joined a company trip, and… everyone was overly gentle with me at first. I thought they were just stiff because I’m the president’s son, but now I wonder if they were worried I was out of touch with the world.”

Narika and Taishou shared their experiences.

But—they didn’t know.

As someone who had lived in a true commoner society, I felt an even greater gap, even with Narika and Taishou.

I still remember the transfer student welcome party where a day trip abroad was suggested.

The gap was larger than they had realised.

Having confirmed everyone’s thoughts on Kiou Academy’s “commonerization,” I brought up another concern.

“Does anyone know about Joutou-kun himself?”

“We were in the same class last year.”

Tennouji-san met my gaze.

Finally, I’d learn about this Joutou character.

“Joutou-san… he was an enigmatic person.”

Recalling a year ago, Tennouji-san began.

“He was originally an exceptional student. Until the second term of our first year, he was on par with me and Konohana Hinako. …Isn’t that right?”

Hinako nodded as Tennouji-san looked at her.

“Yes. I never spoke to him directly, but I remember our grades were close. He excelled particularly in political science, and my father often told me to take after him.”

That impressive, huh?

Narika, Asahi-san, and Taishou were shocked by this revelation.

For Kagen-san to tell Hinako to emulate him, Joutou must’ve achieved remarkable results. The only other person I know Kagen-san told Hinako to follow was Narika.

Political science seemed to be Joutou’s forte, much like sports was Narika’s.

Even Hinako, the picture-perfect Ojou-sama on the surface, couldn’t match something he possessed.

“But that was only until the second term.”

Tennouji-san nodded at Hinako’s words.

“From the third term of our first year, Joutou-san’s grades plummeted. His classroom demeanor shifted from vibrant to subdued, as if he’d burned out.”

From what I heard, it was a drastic change.

Did he hit a wall maintaining such high grades? I struggle to raise my grades, but matching Hinako’s level would require immense effort.

“So when I heard he was running in the election, I was surprised. I wondered if a change of heart had reignited his drive, especially with such a bold platform… Considering his family background, I thought it took extraordinary courage.”

“Family background…?”

Was there something about Joutou’s family?

“His family values tradition above all. His father, a steadfast politician, is renowned for avoiding controversy at all costs.”

Politicians already need to avoid scandals, but to emphasize it so much suggests his father was exceptionally cautious, even among politicians.

“For someone from such a conservative, tradition-bound family to propose such a flashy slogan… I sensed a certain resolve in Joutou-san.”

Tennouji-san looked at me.

Having heard his speech, what was my impression of Joutou in light of this?

“…Honestly, he didn’t give off that vibe. He seemed rather… detached.”

Glancing at Asahi-san, she nodded slightly in agreement.

She’d felt the same.

Was Joutou carrying his own burdens into this election…?

“Speaking of which, Izuki, I heard a rumor that the other vice president candidate is a first-year. I heard he’s supporting Joutou-kun—have you met him?”

Narika looked at me as she asked.

“Yeah. The second vice president candidate is Asahi-san’s younger brother.”

“What!? R-Really!?”

Not just Narika, everyone was stunned.

“You have a younger brother?”

“Haha… yeah.”

Asahi-san gave a wry smile and sipped her tea.

“What’s he like? Bright and cheery like you?”

Taishou asked with curiosity, and Asahi-san thought for a moment before answering.

“He’s my opposite in a lot of ways. Not cheerful, but smart, calm, and capable. A talented younger brother. And… maybe a bit ambitious.”

“Hmm… ambition’s a good trait. A worthy opponent.”

Tennouji-san’s competitive spirit flared.

For Tennouji-san, Narika and Joutou were her rivals, but since Asahi-san’s brother supported Joutou, he was someone to compete with too.

Just then, the parlor door was knocked.

“Cookies are done, so I brought them.”

Yuri, alongside Shizune-san, wheeled in freshly baked treats.

A European-style, elegant café cart held cookies and financiers, their buttery aroma nearly making me drool.

“Hirano-san, would you like to join us?”

“Eh? But won’t I be intruding?”

At Tennouji-san’s invitation, Yuri glanced at me hesitantly.

Wanting my opinion, her gaze prompted me to think for a moment.

“…Actually, it might be perfect timing. We’re discussing Kiou Academy’s commonerization.”

“Commonerization…?”

Since we’re at it, let’s hear the perspective of another commoner besides me.

With Yuri sitting down, looking puzzled, we continued discussing Joutou’s platform.

◆

“Man, that was fun!”

“So many delicious treats—I might’ve overeaten!”

Six in the evening. The tea party was over, and we’d reached the mansion’s entrance. Taishou laughed heartily while Asahi-san rubbed her stomach lightly, passing through the garden to the gate.

“Huh, Tomonari, you’re not heading back yet?”

“Well, my ride’s running a bit late…”

Several cars were lined up at the gate, but Taishou tilted his head curiously, noticing I wasn’t getting into any.

Nodding at my response, Taishou got into a car, followed by the others.

“Konohana Hinako! Next time, we’ll have a tea party at my place, if that’s alright!”

“Yes, I’ll consider it.”

The next tea party might be at Tennouji-san’s house.

“Izuki, pass on my thanks to Hirano-san again.”

“Got it.”

Narika expressed gratitude for Yuri, who wasn’t here.

Probably for the treats… and her various opinions.

As expected, Yuri’s participation made our discussion more meaningful.

Like me, Yuri felt that even Kiou Academy students from B-to-C families weren’t entirely in tune with commoner sensibilities. When Tennouji-san resisted, saying, “Are we that out of touch?” Yuri bent her index and middle fingers, saying, “Not many people hold a peeler like this, right?” and that settled it. I recalled the summer beach barbecue, where Yuri and I vividly remembered the Ojou-sama’s utter lack of cooking knowledge.

I waved as Narika, Tennouji-san, and Asahi-san drove off.

Then, Taishou got out of his car and came back.

“Taishou-kun, forget something?”

“Pretended to forget something to come back.”

“Pretended?”

I’d checked for forgotten items when leaving the parlour, so I was puzzled—even more so hearing it was a pretense.

“Tomonari, you talked to Asahi’s brother, right?”

“Yeah.”

Nodding, Taishou chose his words carefully before continuing.

“…Keep an eye on Asahi for me.”

His face serious, he went on.

“Those siblings… they don’t seem to get along too well.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I don’t know the details. …Asahi and I live pretty close, so we sometimes head home together. I’ve heard bits about her brother by chance.”

Come to think of it, Taishou was the first to ask about her brother’s personality at the tea party.

He must’ve been subtly fishing for information.

“I don’t know what happened, but it feels like they’re in a pretty serious sibling fight. I think you’ll handle it fine, Tomonari, but be sensitive about it.”

“…Understood.”

That seemed to be all, as Taishou returned to his car.

As a rival for vice president, I’d hoped to hear more about Rintarou from Asahi-san, but given this, I’d better be cautious.

(A sibling fight… Is that why Asahi-san’s been acting off sometimes?)

Come to think of it, Asahi-san seemed a bit awkward whenever family came up.

Early in the Management Game, I’d felt something off about her too. It was when we were announcing our starting positions.

When I said I’d start a business from scratch, Asahi-san was shocked, saying, “Even if you think about it, it’s not something you just do!”

Her phrasing made me wonder if she’d thought about it too, so I asked directly.

—Maybe you’ve thought about something similar, Asahi-san?

—…Well, let’s put me aside for now!

I still remember how she blatantly dodged the question.

That conversation had touched on not just the Management Game but her family’s policies.

Thinking back, it feels like Asahi-san’s been subtly hiding something, building a faint wall.

“Izuki… what were you talking about?”

“…Just small talk.”

Hinako, standing a bit away, was curious about my talk with Taishou, but recalling his serious expression, I decided to keep it to myself for now.

With Taishou gone, Hinako let out a relaxed “Fwaa” yawn.

“Thanks for hanging out today. It’s the weekend—you probably wanted to chill, right?”

“No… I enjoy tea parties with everyone too.”

Around these familiar faces, Hinako could act more at ease than with others. She couldn’t drop her act entirely, but this was likely a place where she could relax in her own way.

“But… I’m getting kinda sleepy.”

It seems she couldn’t win against the Sandman.

Normally, Hinako would laze around all weekend, so today was pretty active for her.

“I’ll walk you to your room.”

As usual, Hinako nods with a soft “Mm,” and I take her to her room.

After that, I head back to the lounge we used for the tea party.

“Oh, Izuki. We’re starting to clean up.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll help out.”

I join Yuri, who’s already tidying up from the tea party, and lend a hand.

“Narika was super grateful, y’know. Probably for the snacks and your input.”

“The snacks, sure, but my opinions weren’t exactly profound enough to earn thanks.”

“For Kiou Academy students, just interacting with commoners like us is a rare treat.”

I stack cups and saucers onto a cart.

During the election period, I’m technically exempt from these chores, but I can’t settle down unless I clean up what I used, so I pitch in voluntarily.

Plus, it feels wrong to let Yuri do it all alone. Not that she’d ever complain.

“You’ve got it rough, huh? Just finished the Management Game, and now it’s the student council election?”

“Yup. And after the election, we’ve got the cultural festival.”

“Talk about a packed schedule… Can I even go to Kiou Academy’s cultural festival?”

“It’s by invitation only, I think, but if I vouch for you, you can come.”

“Then vouch for me. I kinda wanna see what you’re like at the Academy.”

Hearing that makes me weirdly nervous…

I fold the tablecloth, and Yuri spreads a fresh one in its place.

“By the way, didn’t you get scouted at that Konohana Group social event? Whatever happened with that?”

“Oh, that. We negotiated a bit, but it’s on hold for now.”

“Really? …Hearing that, it feels a little like a missed opportunity.”

“They suggested things like working and living at their Japan branch, and there were other proposals too. But when I saw the actual workplace… honestly, the Konohana household was on a whole other level. Maybe it’d be different at their overseas HQ, though.”

“Yeah…”

I kinda figured it’d be something like that.

The food at this mansion is seriously delicious…

Putting it on hold means she’s keeping the connection alive. Thinking about it, that might be the best choice for Yuri right now. If she ever decides to expand her family’s business nationwide, that connection could come in handy in all sorts of ways. Having learned about management, I can see that clearly now.

“…Hey. Tell me more about what you’re doing.”

Having finished swapping the tablecloth, Yuri says this a bit hesitantly.

“What’s that? You’re awfully curious today.”

“It’s not like that… I just thought I want to move forward too.”

“Forward?”

I tilt my head, and Yuri’s cheeks flush as she locks eyes with me.

“I thought I want to know more about the world you’re living in.”

I wasn’t expecting her to show such direct interest, and I froze up a little.

Seeing Yuri act so unlike her usual self makes my heart waver.

“A-Alright. Well, for starters…”

Pretending to stay calm, I begin explaining the work I’ve been doing as a vice president candidate to Yuri.

Watching her listen with such enthusiasm, I find myself having fun too, and by the time we finish cleaning the lounge, we haven’t run out of things to talk about.

◆

Monday morning at Kiou Academy.

I pick up the election newsletter being handed out, and my face twitches as I scan its contents.

(Ugh… they’re really hyping this up.)

—Conservatives VS Reformists.

The front page kicks off with that headline.

As the presidential candidates’ speeches begin, the battle for support is intensifying. The election newsletter, supposedly compiled by former student council members, presents this struggle as a clear divide, categorising the three presidential candidates as conservatives and reformists to highlight the conflict.

Tennouji-san and Narika, whom I’m supporting, are portrayed as conservatives, aiming to preserve Kiou Academy’s traditions while carving out new paths.

Meanwhile, Joutou and his group are reformists, planning to scrap and rebuild the current Kiou Academy with a fresh set of values.

Tennouji-san and Narika aren’t that conservative. If their policies come to fruition, they’d bring new events and facilities to the Academy that don’t exist now. But compared to Joutou’s bold agenda, they’re labeled conservative, and there’s no helping that. It’s less about us being conservative and more about their ideas being too radical.

Of course, that boldness comes with its downsides.

The approval ratings have remained relatively unchanged since last time, with Tennouji-san and Narika each backed by approximately 40% of the students. Joutou’s policies seem too extreme for many students to get behind just yet.

After skimming the newsletter, I knock on the staff room door.

“Excuse me. Is Fukushima-sensei here?”

“Oh, Tomonari-kun. What’s up?”

Fukushima-sensei, who was sorting through paperwork, turns at the sound of my voice.

I approach her desk and state my business.

“I’m here to request microphones for the speeches. Two, please.”

“You didn’t end up using them last time, but you’re using them today?”

“We haven’t decided for sure, but I thought we should be prepared. I used to think speaking in our own voices would make a better impression, but I realized we need to focus just as much on being heard clearly.”

“I see. True, with a big crowd, it’s hard for voices to carry.”

Exactly.

No matter how much you try to make a good impression, it’s pointless if your words don’t reach the audience. Depending on the size of the crowd, using a mic might be the way to go from now on.

“Application received. Good luck!”

“Thank you.”

I bow and leave the staff room.

This should mean we can use mics during lunch break.

“Tomonari-senpai.”

Someone calls out from behind.

I turn to see a junior with silver-rimmed glasses staring at me.

“Asahi-san’s…”

“Just call me Rintarou. It’s less confusing. And you can drop the formalities.”

It’s a hassle to be called “Asahi-san’s brother” every time, so I appreciate him saying that.

As for the formalities, though… I’m not sure.

Originally, I adopted this polite tone as Hinako’s caretaker to avoid seeming out of place, but lately, I feel like we’re past that stage. I want to stay by Hinako’s side, not just for show but because of what I’ve accomplished. And honestly, my tone slipped the moment I ran into Narika.

“…Got it.”

Maybe it’s fine to use my normal tone with underclassmen.

It’s been a while since I enrolled at Kiou Academy. It might be time to rethink the caretaker rules. I’ll have to talk to Shizune-san about it someday.

“You’re using mics now, huh? Did you decide that after seeing our speeches?”

“…Yeah.”

He’s spot on. Last Friday after school, I saw Joutou giving a speech with a mic, and it made me reconsider. The amplified voice reached not just the audience but also people passing by. Depending on the volume, a speech could draw in random passersby who weren’t originally planning to listen. I even noticed a few students who were clearly about to head home stop to check out Joutou’s speech.

“Impressive. That kind of thinking proves you’re exactly the person I thought you were.”

Rintarou flashes a smile, praising me.

I don’t think it’s that praiseworthy, but he seems genuinely impressed by my actions. It’s a small thing, and you’d think he’d be annoyed that I copied their tactic, but…

“If you’re using mics, you should watch the speaker placement too. The Academy’s speakers have short cables, so your options for positioning are limited. You should do a rehearsal.”

“…Thanks. You know a lot about equipment, huh?”

“My family runs an electronics retailer, so.”

Sure, that probably helps, but the fact that he had everything checked and ready by the first day of speeches shows he anticipated potential issues with speaker placement. He’s preventing problems before they even arise.

Running for vice-president as a first-year means he’s got serious confidence, and his skills back it up. He’s not someone to underestimate… but at the same time, he throws me off balance.

We’re supposed to be rivals, so why’s he giving me such straightforward advice? …Maybe my mind’s just too cynical.

“We’ve still got time before classes start. …Tomonari-senpai, could you spare a moment to talk?”

The sudden suggestion makes me pause.

I’ve been coming to school early during the election period, so there’s still about thirty minutes before classes. I was planning to hand out flyers at the field, but passing up a chance to learn more about Joutou’s camp feels like a waste. …I feel a bit bad, but I’ll ask Kita or Suminoe-san to handle the flyers. Those two would probably jump at the chance to help.

“Alright.”

I take him up on the offer, and Rintarou gives me a bright smile.

◆

We move to the café and sit across from each other.

“So, what’s this about?”

Rintarou doesn’t even glance at the cup delivered to the table, keeping his eyes on me.

“You seem more natural without the formalities, Tomonari-senpai. It’s like the real you.”

“…Should I say thanks for that?”

“I meant it as a compliment, more or less.”

Well, this is my natural self…

“Right now, you feel like the kind of regular student we’re aiming for.”

He says this, looking straight at me.

“Tomonari-senpai. —Why not join our side?”

“…Huh?”

“To put it bluntly, I’m scouting you. Let’s support Joutou-senpai together.”

I stare silently at Rintarou as he takes a sip of his coffee.

A sudden scout like this raises a ton of questions, but the first one is…

“…Why me? Even if you need more hands, I’m your rival, and I’m on a different side from Joutou-kun.”

“There are a few reasons.”

Rintarou sets his cup back on the saucer.

“First, I simply believe in your abilities, Tomonari-senpai. Supporting both Tennouji-senpai and Miyakojima-senpai at the same time can’t be easy. It’s not just your work skills but also your character that earns their trust.”

“…The election’s only been going for three days.”

“I’m looking at everything you’ve built up so far. …You really shone in the Management Game, didn’t you?”

Seems like even the underclassmen heard about the Management Game results.

So he’s evaluating me based on all my past achievements. That’s an honor in itself.

“But the Management Game and the election are different, right? For me to join your side, I’d first need to agree with Joutou-kun’s ideals—”

“Exactly! That’s precisely why I chose you, Tomonari-senpai!”

Rintarou leans forward, excited.

“Tomonari-senpai. Don’t you think Kiou Academy is… warped?”

He points at the cup in front of him.

“This teacup and saucer cost a hundred thousand yen. Pretty much all the tea sets used in this café are around that price. …Don’t you think that’s expensive?”

“Well…”

“You do think it’s expensive, right? As a transfer student like you, Tomonari-senpai.”

His words help me piece together his reasoning.

So that’s it… The biggest reason Rintarou is scouting me is that, as a transfer student, he thinks I feel out of place in Kiou Academy’s environment.

“When you first transferred here, weren’t you shocked by this place?”

“…Honestly, yeah, I was pretty stunned.”

“Right? That means we share the same concerns.”

Maybe because things are going as he hoped, Rintarou starts talking more eagerly.

“We’re aiming for the version of you who just transferred to this Academy. …Back then, you must’ve felt something was off about this place, but now you’ve had to adapt. But what does that adaptation lead to? Don’t you start thinking it’s normal to spend a hundred thousand yen on tea sets? Is it okay to send people with such skewed values out into the world?”

Rintarou stands up in his excitement.

“When you first arrived, you must’ve thought, This is crazy! It’s wrong! This Academy’s out of its mind!”

“…I won’t deny it.”

“Exactly! I knew you’d get it!”

It’s true—when I first came to this Academy, I thought I was losing my mind.

But something’s bothering me. …There’s a hint of condescension toward Kiou Academy in Rintarou’s words.

“There’s another reason I reached out to you, Tomonari-senpai.”

Rintarou sits back down and continues.

“In a good way, you don’t act like a typical Kiou Academy student.”

My heart skips a beat.

As someone hiding their true identity—my background—at this Academy, that comment makes me break out in a cold sweat.

He says it’s in a good way, so I know he’s not suspecting my background, but…

“For example, you learn by observing others. …Students here have so much pride they rarely think to copy anyone else. Deep down, they all believe they’re the ones worth imitating. But you, Tomonari-senpai, don’t hesitate to learn from others, like it’s second nature. …We think that kind of scrappy spirit is what the world needs.”

“…Thanks, I guess.”

Having gone through the insane hardship of my parents’ disappearing act, I can’t help but agree when my scrappy spirit is praised—it’s more convincing than flattering.

I thought he was overhyping me just for using a mic, but it seems Rintarou was actually praising my willingness to learn from others’ actions.

“On top of that—or maybe because of it—your humility is impressive too. You’re probably already making waves in this election, but you don’t act like it. You carry yourself like all the credit belongs to the presidential candidates.”

“That’s because it’s true.”

“You have to say that since your job is to help the presidents win, right? But with you, Tomonari-senpai, those words come from the heart. That’s what makes you so compelling.”

What’s going on here?

Why’s Rintarou hyping me up so much?

“Are you involved in the policy proposals too?”

“A bit. The core policies are decided by the candidates themselves, but I’ve suggested a few ideas.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Is he trying to stroke my ego to get me to spill information?

Unfortunately for him, a little flattery won’t loosen my lips. Besides, after spending time at this Academy surrounded by incredible people, there’s no way I’d get cocky, not now or ever.

That said, there’s no harm in answering this question.

“I was planning to mention this in the next speech, but for example, I suggested to Tennouji-san that we could hold a dress code workshop as part of her policy. Dress codes change subtly depending on the level of the social event, so I thought there’d be demand for it.”

“That’s a great idea. Especially for students like us, it’s hard to know what’s appropriate to wear.”

Rintarou seems genuinely impressed.

Guess I was overthinking his intentions.

“Let me ask you a few things too.”

“Of course. I’ll answer anything.”

With Rintarou opening up completely, I start my questions.

“First, why do you think Kiou Academy is warped? Your family’s pretty well-off by normal standards, right? Unlike me, a transfer student who knows other schools, you should’ve been used to this Academy’s environment from the start.”

“As you know, my family runs a B-to-C business, so I interact with regular people a lot. That’s how I started noticing the disconnect. …Though I don’t know what my sister thinks.”

…Let’s not touch that last comment about Asahi-san for now.

It’s intriguing, but…

“Second question, kinda related to the first. With Joutou-kun’s policy of making Kiou Academy more ‘normal,’ is there something specific you want to achieve?”

“Something I want to achieve?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… to me, you seem almost desperate. Like there’s this burning determination that you have to do this.”

Rintarou’s eyes widen in surprise.

“…You’re really good at reading people, Tomonari-senpai.”

Don’t talk about me like I’m Takuma or something.

“You’re right—I do have something I want to achieve. …I want to start my own business someday.”

“Start a business? So you’re not taking over your family’s J’s Holdings?”

“Nope. My sister’s probably going to handle that.”

Seems like Rintarou’s in a similar boat to Suminoe-san.

Suminoe-san’s older brother is set to inherit their family’s SIS, and she’s planning to join the Tennouji Group in the future. But Rintarou’s choosing to start his own company instead of joining one.

“Eventually, I want to launch my own B-to-C business, separate from my family’s. To do that, I need to study how normal society works while I’m still a student. That’s why I’m working with Joutou-senpai to reform Kiou Academy. …I’m sure there are plenty of others here who, like me, want to learn more about normal society.”

He’s got his own goals and believes there are others who feel the same, which is why he’s so invested in this election. I respect that he’s choosing a path that brings happiness to himself and others, not just pushing for reform out of selfish motives.

“You started a business in the Management Game too, right, Tomonari-senpai? That’s another reason we feel a connection with you. You really don’t act like a typical Kiou Academy student.”

That phrasing makes my heart race in a bad way…

I know Rintarou means it as a compliment, but still.

“What about the specifics of your policies? The club activities, workplace experiences, and reforming the admissions criteria—do you have evidence those will actually help reform the Academy?”

“Absolutely. Since this Academy lacks opportunities for group activities, club activities will teach teamwork. Workplace experiences will help students learn about how society works. …And to make these reforms take root quickly, we’ll remove family background from the admissions criteria and invite more commoners.”

Rintarou dives into the core of their policies with enthusiasm, clearly serious about wanting me on their side.

It’s true that Kiou Academy students tend to operate solo rather than in groups. Events like the Management Game are exceptions, but generally, everyone’s too busy with family matters to spend much time with others at the Academy.

Indeed, the absence of club activities means there is less chance for teamwork, and workplace experiences could help bridge the gap in understanding real-world dynamics. Reforming admissions to prioritize merit over lineage would shake things up, aligning with their vision of a less elitist Academy.

Rintarou’s openness is disarming, but it also makes me wary. He’s sharing so much—too much, maybe—for someone trying to recruit a rival. His sincerity feels genuine, yet I can’t shake the sense that he’s strategically laying out his cards to pull me in.

Still, his points resonate. I did feel like an alien when I first arrived here, surrounded by wealth and customs that seemed absurd. But over time, I’ve adapted, just like he said. The question is whether that adaptation has dulled my edge or if it has made me stronger in navigating this world.

That’s precisely why the term “noble tea party” came to be. At Kiou Academy, the concept of groups is inherently faint, which is probably why our gatherings stood out so much.

I thought the lack of groups was, in a way, a strength. For instance, it makes it harder for a school caste system to form, so bullying is less likely to happen. Additionally, since everyone hones their abilities individually, there is no atmosphere of cliquey familiarity. It creates an environment where people can strive for excellence with a high level of awareness.

Still, I could understand Rintarou’s perspective.

My thoughts couldn’t overturn his words: “That’s not normal.”

“…If the goal is to learn about society, wouldn’t getting a part-time job be better? Manual labor at a construction site might be tough, but something like a tutor or hotel staff seems well-suited for students at this Academy.”

“…Haha. As expected, Senpai, you really should join our side.”

Crap, I accidentally gave him advice.

“W-Well, that was just a random thought…”

“No, I’ll jot it down. The idea of a part-time job hadn’t even crossed my mind.”

Rintarou swiftly pulled a notebook from his bag and scribbled with his pen.

After finishing his note, Rintarou looked at me.

“Since we’re at it, I’ll be blunt. If you join our side, I’m willing to hand over the vice president’s seat.”

“…What?”

“Even though I want to fix the distortions in this Academy, I’m not particularly attached to the vice president position. …So, what do you say? Will you join us?”

This was probably the biggest card Rintarou could play.

Since he’d made such a bold decision, I owed it to him to seriously consider it with sincerity.

The undeniable truth was… the surest way to achieve my goal of becoming vice president was to take the hand extended to me right now.

The vice president’s seat was something Rintarou and I were competing for. If he promised to step aside, I could claim the position without even waiting for the election to be held.

Joining Kiou Academy’s student council would allow me to reach for my next goal.

Takuma-san told me: If I want to become an executive at Konohana Group, it’s best to join the student council at Kiou Academy.

Kagen-san said, “If I’m going to get deeply involved in the problems facing the Konohana family, being in the student council would be something to consider.”

If I could just become a student council officer, the view before me would change entirely.

After thinking it through to this point—I decided to stick to my original resolve.

“…Sorry.”

I rejected the outstretched hand.

“I think Joutou-kun’s platform has some merit. Everyone acknowledges that.”

“Then why…?”

“You’re misunderstanding one thing, Rintarou.”

I explained to the bewildered Rintarou.

“Sure, when I came to this Academy, I felt a gap in values. But I didn’t adapt out of necessity. I worked hard to adapt because I thought this world was incredible.”

Even now, I’m still in the middle of trying to fit in.

But I don’t see that struggle as unfair.

I’ve always thought it was something to be proud of.

“I know more about the so-called ‘normal society’ than you do, Rintarou. That’s why I can say with certainty: this Academy is full of people who could never exist in a normal society. Tennouji-san is one, Narika is one, and so is Konohana-san. I can’t imagine them emerging from an ordinary world. It’s exactly because of this overly refined institution that people like them are born.”

At first, I thought Kiou Academy’s environment was extreme. But lately, I’ve started to think that this level of intensity might be just right for refining the qualities needed to stand out from others.

There is a belief that exposure to authenticity breeds exceptional individuals. In fact, being surrounded by the Konohana family’s mansion and Kiou Academy’s environment has helped me maintain a high level of awareness. Wearing clothes so expensive they make my head spin has sparked a desire to become someone worthy of them.

The term noblesse oblige feels fitting. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, those born as the chosen ones must live to fulfill their responsibilities.

Normal society doesn’t teach the weight of that responsibility or how to handle it.

That’s why a place like Kiou Academy exists.

This is a sanctuary where the chosen ones can share the unique struggles that come with being chosen.

“This might sound a bit harsh, but normal society isn’t something to glorify. There are plenty of lazy people, hotheads, and the like. But as far as I know, there’s not a single person like that at this Academy. I think that’s an unbelievable miracle.”

I continued speaking to Rintarou, who wore a stern expression.

I believed my words would reach him.

“The bias in values might be an issue. But coming to this Academy, learning things I could only learn here, and seeing the noble people living within that knowledge… it made me genuinely want to live like them from the bottom of my heart.”

It wasn’t adaptation out of necessity—it was adaptation because I truly wanted to become like them.

I’m not a victim.

“So, sorry. I can’t support Joutou-kun alongside you, Rintarou.”

I gave a slight bow before looking Rintarou straight in the eye.

“I love the Kiou Academy we have now.”

I love Kiou Academy… Those words slipped out so naturally that even I was surprised. Realizing it was my true feelings made me happy.

I want to tell the version of myself from when I first transferred here, confused and overwhelmed:

I’ve truly come to love this Academy—

“…So, negotiations have broken down.”

Rintarou said, gazing at the cup in his hand.

“No helping it. I was genuinely prepared to hand everything over to you, Tomonari-senpai… but now we’ve both stepped onto a thorny path.”

“I’m already used to thorny paths.”

My life has been a fairly thorny path.

Rintarou looked stunned for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m truly disappointed… I’ll be hoping you change your mind.”

◆

After school.

After checking Tennouji-san’s speech, I went to listen to Narika’s.

That day, Narika’s speech was held in front of the school gate, the same spot Joutou used previously. The location for speeches is generally available on a first-come, first-served basis, but using the same spot twice in a row is only possible if no other presidential candidates request it. This time, since we requested the gate, Joutou had to speak elsewhere.

Narika’s speech, delivered through a microphone, carried far via the speakers.

Her voice was clear and easy to hear. Since the Management Game, Narika had gained experience presenting in front of others. Compared to Tennouji-san, she still fell short, but her speeches were gradually becoming more polished.

I approached Narika after her speech ended.

“Good work, Narika. How did it feel using a mic for the first time?”

“It worked like a charm! The location helped, too—lots of people stopped to listen! Today’s speech was rewarding and fun!”

Narika said, wiping sweat with a handkerchief.

She must still feel some fear about standing in front of others, but the positive response seemed to keep her heart from shrinking.

Things are going well. If she continues to accumulate successful experiences like this, Narika can grow even further.

“Izuki, you got time right now? There’s something I’d like you to join me for…”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“A tea party.”

Her response made me tilt my head in confusion.

“Didn’t we agree to hold off on tea parties at the academy for a while…?”

“No, not that kind.”

Narika shook her head.

“It’s a different tea party, one I’m hosting.”

◆

After Narika’s speech, we headed to the Academy’s café, where three unfamiliar students were seated around a table, sipping tea or coffee.

As Narika approached, the three students gave a polite nod.

It was hard to believe, but these three were apparently gathered by Narika herself.

The same Narika who once cried to me about not being able to make friends had now taken the initiative to bring people together and plan an event. …When I get back to the mansion, I’m gonna cry. Tonight calls for a celebratory potato chip party.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Narika took a seat, and I sat next to her.

The three students looked at Narika. She met their gazes and took a quiet, deep breath.

Seeing Narika take that breath, I was reminded of Hinako for a fleeting moment.

Konohana Hinako’s mask—the perfect Ojou-sama she plays to hide her lazy true nature. Her Ojou-sama mode. Something similar was starting to form in Narika.

A mask to overcome her timid self and act with confidence.

Unlike Hinako, though, Narika was willingly donning this mask—

“—I’m Miyakojima Narika, a candidate for president. Thank you all for gathering here today.”

Narika’s dignified demeanor seemed to tighten the air around us.

“I’ve already told each of you, but let me say it again. This tea party has nothing to do with the election. It’s something I started out of personal interest.”

Interest? The members tilted their heads, and Narika continued her explanation.

“I believe interaction changes people. That’s why I announced my platform to create a salon. So, I thought I should be the first to take the lead in connecting with others. That’s why I gathered people I’d like to talk to right now.”

“…And that’s us?”

“Yes. You’re Abeno-san, aiming for treasurer, right?”

A petite female student gave a small nod.

Narika then turned her gaze to the other two, a boy and a girl.

“Yodogawa-kun, aiming for secretary, and Nishi-san, aiming for general affairs, thank you for coming. …As you probably know, this is Tomonari Izuki, my assistant. He’s running for vice president.”

Narika introduced me, so I gave a slight bow.

I was shocked when I first heard about the members of this tea party.

—They’re all aiming for the student council.

Narika had apparently looked up their classes and personally invited each one.

“So, let’s start the tea party for student council candidates. I’m hoping to learn more about all of you today. Like, what you want to do if you join the student council… We’ve got plenty of common ground, so I’m sure it’ll be lively.”

“…Is that really your only goal?”

“Of course.”

Narika nodded confidently at Abeno-san’s question.

“Think about it—it’s kind of weird, isn’t it? The student council isn’t just about the president. But heading into the election without knowing anything about the other officer candidates? That didn’t sit right with me.”

Her attitude was that of someone with nothing to hide.

Combined with that refreshing demeanor, Narika’s words carried an incredible persuasiveness. Now that she mentioned it, I couldn’t help but agree.

“…Got it. Well, Miyakojima-san doesn’t seem like the type to have ulterior motives.”

“Yeah. I’m not clever enough to scheme like that.”

I could understand Abeno-san’s wariness. A presidential candidate going out of their way to gather other candidates? It’s natural to worry about some shady deal being proposed.

That said, the truth is there’s practically no room for deals here.

For example, even if Narika said something like, “If I become president, I’ll make sure you all get officer positions, so help me gather votes,” it wouldn’t work with this group. Why? Because the treasurer, secretary, and general affairs positions each have only one candidate, meaning their spots on the student council are already guaranteed.

In other words, they’re already set. They could sip tea elegantly here, and by the last day of the election period, they’d automatically be student council members. They have no reason to make a deal.

That’s exactly why Narika gathered them—because they could talk freely.

“I’m aiming for treasurer because I want to study finance.”

Abeno-san began explaining her reason for running.

“My grandfather is the president of Aoba Bank.”

“What!?”

I couldn’t help but let out a surprised yelp.

As I clamped my mouth shut, Abeno-san let out a small sigh and continued.

“…My grandfather is the president of a major city bank, and my father is following in his footsteps. Growing up watching them, I naturally wanted to work in finance, too. So, I want to study money-related matters while I’m still a student, which is why I’m aiming for treasurer.”

Sorry to say, but only about half of Abeno-san’s explanation sank in.

Hold on, hold on, hold on—

Aoba Bank is a megabank everyone knows.

I thought I’d gotten used to dealing with all sorts of wealthy heirs at this Academy, but this one made my face twitch in shock after a long time.

“My reason for aiming for secretary is dead simple—I messed up in the Management Game!”

Yodogawa seemed like a lively and refreshing guy.

He probably doesn’t have a scheming bone in his body either. His straightforward nature came through immediately.

“A business I thought would succeed flopped, and I was crushed. …But! I figured if I became a student council officer, I could make a comeback!”

“Is there a specific reason you chose secretary?”

“I was confident in my handwriting!”

Yodogawa puffed out his chest proudly but quickly drooped his head in dejection.

“Was confident, that is… until I saw Miyakojima-san’s poster, and my confidence shattered.”

“Oh, no, that was, uh… just something I happened to be good at…!”

Seeing Yodogawa’s gloom, Narika hurriedly tried to cheer him up.

But that humility… isn’t it a bit questionable for a presidential candidate?

Everyone gathered here has the initiative to aim for the student council, which means they likely have strong influence at the Academy.

If they doubt Narika’s abilities, their friends might start to doubt her, too.

Narika said this tea party wasn’t about the election, but as her assistant, I have a duty to do everything I can to help her become president.

I gave a light cough and chimed in.

“Narika’s been training in martial arts and traditional arts since she was young. It’s not just calligraphy—she’s top-notch in tea ceremony and flower arrangement, too. And of course, as she showed in the athletic tournament, her martial arts skills are unmatched in the Academy.”

“I-Izuki? You don’t have to praise me that much…”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? When you showed me your tea ceremony before, it was stunningly beautiful.”

“B-Beautiful!?”

Narika’s cheeks flushed as she shot to her feet.

“Your movements, I mean.”

“Oh… right, that’s what you meant.”

Narika sat back down. I might’ve worded that in a way that could cause a misunderstanding.

Finally, we turned our attention to the girl aiming for general affairs.

“Last but not least, Nishi-san. You’re a first-year, right?”

“Yes. Though, I don’t think I’m particularly ambitious, so I’m a bit embarrassed…”

Nishi-san said hesitantly.

“My reason for aiming for general affairs is similar to Miyakojima-san’s—it’s because I can interact with people.”

Narika’s eyes widened slightly.

“My older sister was the general affairs officer at Kiou Academy, so I know a bit about it. The general affairs role here involves all sorts of tasks. For example, as an external liaison, you get to interact with people outside the Academy…”

“Ohh… so that’s the kind of work it involves!”

Narika, clearly intrigued, listened as Nishi-san continued explaining the role.

I was surprised, too—I hadn’t known the general affairs position covered such a wide range of responsibilities.

The tea party continued smoothly, and despite being near-strangers, the five of us—Narika, me, and the three others—chatted lively and cheerfully, just as Narika had predicted.

◆

After the tea party ended, Narika and I parted ways with the three students, whose student council positions were already secured, and took a moment to catch our breath.

“Good work. That was a great tea party.”

“Yeah. I think I learned a lot about everyone.”

Narika happily watched the three students walk toward the school gate.

“Still, if you’re gonna host a tea party like this, you could let me help out, you know? I’m your assistant, and gathering people on your own must be tough.”

“No, I mean, I was planning to rely on you at first, Izuki… but I thought, at the very least, I should handle the part about connecting with people myself.”

“To stick to your platform?”

“Exactly. My platform… or rather, my desire to change myself.”

In that case, me stepping in would be tactless.

Staying in the background and supporting her is part of being an assistant. I can’t let my desire to help Narika end up taking away her responsibilities.

“You’re getting better at talking with people you’ve just met.”

“Yeah… but I was still shocked when you suddenly called me beautiful.”

“Sorry, yeah, that was poor wording on my part.”

I apologized cleanly to Narika, who puffed out her cheeks, and she fell into thought for a moment.

“…Just my movements?”

“Huh?”

Narika grabbed both my shoulders firmly.

“Was it really just my movements that were beautiful?”

Close, close, close, too close—

With her gripping my shoulders, I couldn’t even escape.

I averted my eyes from Narika’s face, which was inches away.

“Y-You, I told you to stop doing stuff like this…!”

“I have to do this, or you’ll just run away!”

She’s not wrong, but still!

“Come on, answer me! Was it really just my movements!?”

No matter how I looked at it, her actions screamed she already knew the answer.

I gave up and opened my mouth.

“…You were beautiful too, Narika.”

“…Heh, hahaha! I see, that’s great!”

Satisfied, Narika releases her hands from my shoulders.

“Maybe I’ll show up to the next weekend tea party in a kimono.”

“…Please don’t.”

I press a hand to my chest.

My heartbeat was racing at an unbelievable pace. Realizing that the acceleration wasn’t just from surprise, I couldn’t look at Narika for a while.

“Forcing your way in is off-limits. If Narika starts using her body, I wouldn’t stand a chance, would I?”

As a martial arts master, if Narika used her athletic prowess, I’d be completely helpless. …That’s the excuse, but honestly, if she kept this up, my heart wouldn’t hold out in more ways than one.

Hearing my words, Narika started thinking with an oddly serious expression.

“…I see. If I got serious, Izuki wouldn’t be able to resist, huh?”

“Hey.”

Hey. …Hey?

No way, right? Even for her, that’s… Why is she making such a serious face?

“…A last resort, then.”

Hold on a second.

I think I just heard an outrageous mutter.

“Just kidding. I don’t want even Izuki to be scared of me.”

“…I’m not scared of you, Narika, but if someone saw us, it might cause misunderstandings, so just stop.”

“Got it. I should pick my moments, huh?”

It’s not something you do even if you pick the right moment.

Well, if I resisted, Narika would probably stop right away, and I want to believe she’s got a sense of restraint. …I can believe that, right?

“Seriously… not a trace of your old timidity left.”

“No, I’m still timid. Because I’m timid, I’m scared of other girls stealing Izuki, so I’m attacking like this.”

“Other girls… you’re overthinking it.”

“…As long as you can say that, I can still feel at ease.”

Narika lets out an exasperated sigh.

At that moment, my smartphone vibrates in my pocket, signaling an incoming call, so I take it out.

“…It’s from Tennouji-san.”

“See? Right after I mention it, another girl.”

“Stop calling it ‘another girl.’”

I’m Tennouji-san’s aide, too, so it’s only natural I’d get a lot of calls from her.

I answer the call immediately.

“What’s up?”

My apologies for the sudden call. I urgently need you to look into something.

Research, huh? That’s an easy enough task.

Avoiding Narika’s pouting lips, I shift my focus.

But when I heard what she wanted me to investigate… I was so shocked I was at a loss for words.

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That night.

At 11 p.m., when Hinako is long asleep, I’m sitting in front of my laptop, calling Tennouji-san.

I’ve been waiting for you, Izuki-san.

Tennouji-san’s voice comes through the smartphone in speaker mode.

Since we’re both in a casual setting, I relax my shoulders just a bit.

“I’ve got what you asked for ready.”

…That was remarkably fast. I didn’t expect results by today.

“The management game helped me make a lot of connections. With Suminoe-san’s help, I got opinions from all sorts of people. …I’m sending the data now.”

I sent the materials I was asked to prepare after school.

It’s arrived.

“Check it over. …But man, I was floored when you asked me to look into this.”

I imagine so. It was a decision that required courage on my part as well.

No doubt it took extraordinary courage.

What Tennouji-san wanted to investigate was—

In truth, I wanted to know what the people who hoped Konohana Hinako would become president were seeking. As a candidate myself, I must face that reality.

The most famous person at Kiou Academy is, of course, Hinako. There are plenty of people who wanted her to be president.

But Hinako didn’t run. As a result, those supporters are left wandering in the whirlwind of this election.

“In reality, that’s the biggest block of floating votes, isn’t it?”

Indeed. Right now, those who wished for a future with Konohana Hinako as president are reluctantly watching the rest of us candidates, having abandoned their hopes. But I’m not satisfied with half-hearted support. To earn their genuine cheers, I wanted to hear their true feelings.

What she’s saying is absolutely correct.

And yet, the reason I was so shocked was…

“…I never thought I’d hear that from you, Tennouji-san.”

I could almost sense Tennouji-san smiling quietly.

I believe I understand Konohana Hinako’s capabilities better than anyone.

Because she understands Hinako’s abilities so well, Tennouji-san resolved to investigate this.

Her feelings must be complex. There’s likely pride as a friend, but right now, she’s probably also feeling frustration. After all, the amount of data I sent was massive.

Right after Tennouji-san made this request, I created a simple survey and passed it to trustworthy people, asking them to spread it. In just half a day after school, nearly a hundred students responded.

That number is a testament to Hinako’s influence.

We’re both feeling the overwhelming charisma of Hinako right now.

“Did the data I send seem useful? I only skimmed it since I wanted to get it to you today…”

It’s extremely useful.

A brief silence follows.

She’s probably reviewing the data seriously. Swallowing her complex emotions and switching gears immediately—this mental strength is so Tennouji-san.

As expected, Konohana Hinako is anticipated to deliver solid organizational management. There are detailed requests, such as improving the quality of textbooks, managing equipment, and maintaining the school grounds.

“Textbooks don’t seem like something the student council can directly handle, though.”

They likely want a forum to discuss with the faculty. In fact, I often feel I’d like an education beyond what we currently have.

Beyond what we currently have…?

Are we talking about space or something…? I nearly shut down from how little sense that made, but even I, at least in economics, want tougher classes. Now that I’ve decided to become a consultant, my motivation to study economics is particularly high.

Overall, they aim to maintain the current state of Kiou Academy while refining each area further. On the other hand, some expect reform. For example, developing an in-school credit card or having a resident orchestra… A resident orchestra is quite appealing. I can imagine an elegant academy life.

Their demands are way too elite.

Still, if we could always hear a professional orchestra at the Academy, it’d definitely lift the mood.

Another interesting point… there’s also a call to abolish the emphasis on family status.

“Family status… So some people wanted Hinako to push for something like Joutou-kun’s platform?”

That’s right.

That students were expecting that from Hinako is a bit surprising.

“What’s the plan? Add these to your platform?”

Of course, we’d need to consider whether to adopt them as-is.

What do you think, Izuki-san?

“I think you should only include things that align with your vision, Tennouji-san. Taking on everything would make your direction too scattered. A company that dabbles in everything is hard to invest in because its future is unclear.”

…You’re right.

Tennouji-san falls into thought.

But after waiting a while, no further words came, which struck me as odd.

“Tennouji-san?”

…I’m a little scared.

Tennouji-san says in a small voice.

By taking on what’s expected of Konohana Hinako and trying to fulfill it… will I end up becoming a mere imitation of her?

That’s a valid concern.

If Tennouji-san shoulders the expectations placed on Hinako, she might meet many students’ hopes. Still, then it’s just Hinako they want.

The one running for president is Tennouji-san.

Of course, she’d be troubled if people demanded she be Hinako’s substitute, but…

“You’ll be fine. I’ve got your back.”

I declare firmly.

That’s what an aide is for in times like this.

“I’ll make sure Tennouji-san’s branding stays intact. I won’t let you become a copy of Hinako.”

If Tennouji-san’s behavior ever starts to resemble Hinako’s, I’ll pull her back each time.

I plan to act carefully to prevent that. …In short, she just needs to fulfill the expectations placed on Hinako in her own unique way. As long as she doesn’t compromise there, it should be fine.

…You’ve become quite reliable.

“Thanks to you.”

Since the day you straightened my posture, I’ve been desperately keeping my back straight.

Then I’ll trust you and incorporate a few of these.

That’s a relief. Let’s finalize the approach by tomorrow.

But that means fewer things are aligning with my vision than I thought.

“Yeah. Including too many small things might not get the message across clearly…”

A resident orchestra aligns with Tennouji-san’s image, but it deviates slightly from her platform of instilling manners. You could stretch it to say “music appreciation involves manners,” but fulfilling it that way would require too much budget for a forced connection.

(…Narika could probably make use of some of these.)

Narika’s platform of creating a new salon facility could incorporate things like a trial run of an in-school credit card. Since she’s building a completely new environment, anything goes. It’s a platform you can pack with all sorts of dreams.

But saying this in front of Tennouji-san feels awkward.

The data I’m looking at now is something Tennouji-san endured humiliation to gather. I can’t casually ask if it’s okay to share with Narika…

Shall we share it with Miyakojima-san?

My eyes widen in front of the monitor.

“…Is that okay?”

Okay or not, you’ve already realized it, haven’t you, Izuki-san? This information is also valuable for Miyakojima-san.

She’s seen right through me.

I’m Narika’s aide as well. Naturally, if I get information useful to Narika, I’d want to share it.

Tell her without hesitation. This isn’t charity—it’s my duty as someone who relies on you alongside her. Even if this gives Miyakojima-san an advantage, I won’t regret my decision to rely on you.

For both Tennouji-san and Narika, having their hard-earned ideas shared with another candidate should be a risk.

But thinking about it, they both chose me as their aide, knowing that risk from the start. Because—

“…Narika said the exact same thing.”

The same thing?

“Yeah. Actually, this afternoon, I had a tea party with Narika…”

I was going to mention it later, but since the timing’s good, I’ll explain now.

I describe the tea party I had with Narika today. How the other members were officer candidates. How Narika didn’t plan it that way, but the discussion ended up being highly valuable for her presidential campaign.

And how Narika suggested sharing the results with Tennouji-san.

…I see. The information sharing is much appreciated.

“Thank Narika for that.”

She’d probably do that anyway, but…

I let out a sigh of admiration at the magnanimity of both of them when a ping! sounds from my computer.

“Hm? …A message from Narika.”

My, speak of the devil.

What could it be at this hour?

I check the message immediately—

“Pfft!?”

I can’t help but burst out laughing.

Narika: This is the look Izuki called beautiful. Feel free to stare as much as you want.

A provocative photo of Narika in a kimono fills the screen.

That girl—!!

She declared she’d start seducing me, but to go this route too?

Her face is slightly flushed, suggesting she’s not quite used to this seduction thing yet… but that expression only makes it worse for my heart.

The slightly open neckline—is that her strategy?

Stop it…

It’s working way too well…

Izuki-san? What’s wrong?

“N-no, just a photo got sent to me…”

…A photo?

I answered reflexively but instantly regretted it.

Crap. Did I just say something unnecessary…?

What kind of photo was sent?

“It’s…”

Izuki-san? What kind of photo was sent?

I’ve stumbled into a situation where she’ll keep asking unless I say something.

Tennouji-san and I have a promise not to lie to each other. …I hurt her once by hiding my identity, after all.

So—

“…I’ll plead the fifth.”

Instead of lying, we decided to honestly say when we don’t want to talk about something.

This silence is proof of our promise. …Tennouji-san will surely remember that moment and won’t press further.

Then I’ll ask Miyakojima-san.

“Wait!”

She completely ignored my red light.

My brain races at full speed. …Knowing Narika right now, she’d probably answer honestly if asked.

I can’t let her see the photo or the message, but just saying what was sent might be fine. Wanting to share a nicely dressed-up look with a friend is pretty normal.

If Tennouji-san asks Narika directly, it could lead to trouble, so it’s better if I explain.

“…Narika sent a photo of herself in a kimono. She probably wanted to show off how well she pulled it off.”

…You seemed awfully shocked for just that.

“Well, uh… it came out of nowhere, so…”

Hmm… I see.

The call with Tennouji-san ends.

Things got awkward at the very end…

I’m sleepy, but I need to send the revised platform proposals to Tennouji-san and Narika. Guess I’ll cut into my sleep time a bit… As I’m thinking that, there’s a knock at the door.

Shizune-san steps in through the opened door.

“Shizune-san? What’s up?”

“A little something for you. You’re working late tonight, it seems.”

Shizune-san places a cup on my desk.

I take a sip right away. It’s warm herbal tea. The citrusy aroma must be from orange peel. It’s refreshing and easy to drink.

“Thank you. It’s delicious.”

“I’m glad to hear that. There’s no caffeine or sleep-promoting herbs, so you can drink it without worry.”

Regular tea would keep me awake with caffeine, and some herbal teas, like chamomile, promote sleep, which isn’t ideal since I’m still working. Shizune-san naturally blended something that avoids both.

I recall the fridge in Shizune-san’s room.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. …Her diligent studying day in and day out must be why she’s equipped with knowledge for any situation.

“What are you working on now, Izuki-san?”

“I’m making minor tweaks to Tennouji-san’s platform at her suggestion.”

“That sounds like delicate work. What kind of platform is it now?”

“Well…”

There are poster data on my computer, so showing that would be the quickest.

As I move to open the file—ping! A notification pop-up for a new message appears, and I accidentally click it.

“Ah!”

The received message displays.

The sender is Tennouji-san.

The content consisted of a short message and Tennouji-san’s selfie.

Mirei: This is my last time wearing summer clothes. …What do you think?

It was an absolutely not-her-usual-style mini-skirt, the kind you’d bet she’d never wear normally.

As expected, she seemed uneasy about her lower half, her cheeks flushed red as she pressed down on the hem of her skirt.

But right now, what I needed to focus on wasn’t Tennouji-san’s skirt—it was my own survival.

“…Well, well. So this is your campaign promise, is it?”

“No, wait, that’s not it! This was just, uh, a coincidence, like, the flow of the conversation…”

“So, late at night, you were having a conversation with a classmate that led to requesting provocative photos?”

“That’s not true! I didn’t request anything!”

It was Tennouji-san! She sent it to me out of nowhere!

I pleaded my innocence, but Shizune-san’s eyes remained ice-cold.

“Why don’t you reply to her?”

“Huh?”

“She’s asking for your thoughts. …Come on, hurry up and respond. You mustn’t keep Tennouji-sama waiting.”

Shizune-san said this while staring intently at the monitor.

Is she planning to scrutinize my response with those eyes…? My fingers, resting on the keyboard, were trembling so much I could barely type. There’s no way I could write a reply in this state.

But right now—I had a counterattack up my sleeve!

“…Alright, then I’ll reply that it’s an outfit as elaborate as Shizune-san’s cosplay.”

“Wha—!? Grr…! Y-You coward…!”

It was a level of panic unimaginable from the usually composed Shizune-san.

I didn’t want to exploit someone’s weakness, but… this was an emergency, so I had no choice.

“Like I told you before, it’s not just a cosplay hobby—I actually put it to good use in my work! I don’t appreciate being talked about like that!”

“Oh, come on, you’re joking. You just work here because you love wearing maid outfits.”

“I’m not joking. The uniforms for the Konohana family’s staff, the clothes you wear to high society events, and even the dress Hirano-san wore at the recent Konohana Group gala—they were all chosen by me.”

“I’m so, so sorry.”

I practically prostrated myself on the chair.

She’s been doing work so impressive it overshadows her cosplay hobby…

“I don’t make it public to avoid my hobby being exposed, but… I also select nearly all of Kagen-sama and Ojou-sama’s outfits.”

“I’ll disembowel myself.”

I should grab a knife. There’s one in the kitchen, I’m sure.

“…No need for seppuku. For now, why don’t you just reply? I won’t look at the contents.”

“…Okay.”

So it was Shizune-san who’d been picking out our clothes all along. She’d kept quiet about it to minimize any connection to her cosplay hobby.

Shizune-san turned her back to me, making a point of not looking at the computer screen.

I really wish she’d done that from the start.

“Uh, um…”

Still facing away, Shizune-san spoke in a small voice.

“…If possible, could you ask Tennouji-sama about the brand of that outfit?”

“…Got it.”

I was agonizing over what to say anyway, so this was perfect timing.

I sent a reply to Tennouji-san, keeping it as safe as possible.

Izuki: That’s a lovely outfit. What brand is it?

Mirei: …Is that all you have to say about it?

Looks like I’d better brace myself for a long night.

I stretched my neck, preparing for what was to come.