Chapter 1: The Politician Type

Finishing the morning flyer distribution, I stepped into the classroom and let out a sigh of relief.

“…Phew.”

The mornings have been chilly lately. While handing out flyers, I was moving around, so I didn’t notice it much, but by the time I got back to the classroom, my body had completely cooled down. Now that it’s November, it feels like the temperature has plummeted. I can’t afford to catch a cold right now, so I need to be careful about staying healthy.

“Tomonari-kun, good work out there!”

As I was pulling out my writing supplies from my bag, Asahi-san called out to me. We’d already exchanged morning greetings. Asahi-san helped with the flyer distribution again this morning.

“Asahi-san, thank you for helping out today as well.”

“No need to worry about it. So, Tomonari-kun, what’s the plan for lunch break?”

“I’m thinking of going to listen to Joutou-kun’s speech today.”

I had a hunch that Joutou was going to do something special starting today.

I wanted to check it out sooner rather than later.

“That said, to keep tabs on the negative campaigning, I’d also like to catch Tennouji-san and Narika’s speeches if possible… I’m a bit torn.”

“In that case, how about I go check on those two for you?”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! After all, Tomonari-kun, you’re my benefactor!”

Asahi-san thumped her chest proudly as she spoke.

“You don’t have to make it sound that grand.”

“It’s not grand at all!”

Asahi-san planted both hands on my desk, leaning forward as she spoke.

Her enthusiasm caught me off guard, and my eyes widened.

“Yesterday, you know, Rintarou ate dinner with us at home. For the longest time, he’d been eating alone at different times, so I was so happy. It felt like we finally got some family time back… All thanks to you, Tomonari-kun.”

Asahi-san’s eyes glistened faintly with emotion.

I’d heard that the siblings didn’t get along, but it seems Rintarou had been harboring some resentment toward the family as a whole.

“So, like, my gratitude is just exploding! I’d pretty much do anything you ask at this point!”

Asahi-san said, her voice buzzing with excitement.

It felt like she’d just dropped a bombshell of a line.

I hadn’t expected such intense gratitude, so I was a little stunned, but I was glad to hear the siblings’ relationship seemed to be on the mend. Given Rintarou’s personality, it might not snap back to how it used to be right away, but at this point, time would probably take care of the rest.

Feeling a bit warmed by Asahi-san’s situation, I noticed Taishou approaching.

“Yo, good work, you two.”

“Oh, Taishou-kun.”

Taishou had also helped with the flyer distribution this morning.

On the way back to the classroom, he’d vanished at some point—probably off chatting with students from other classes. Taishou’s just as much of a social butterfly as Asahi-san.

Suddenly, Taishou started staring back and forth between me and Asahi-san’s faces.

“Tomonari and Asahi, you two have been pretty chummy lately… Wait, are you guys dating or something?”

“Ehh!?”

A wild yelp escaped Asahi-san’s lips.

It must’ve been a completely unexpected comment. Her face turned bright red in an instant—

“N-n-n-no way, it’s not like that at all!”

“You’re panicking way too obviously. That just makes it more suspicious, you know?”

“Ughhh! Taishou-kun, stop saying weird stuff!”

Asahi-san started playfully smacking Taishou’s shoulder.

From my perspective, they looked more like a couple, but…

As Asahi-san tapped Taishou’s shoulder, I noticed her ears were red too, and she was sweating slightly. I found myself unconsciously staring at her flushed profile until she noticed my gaze and turned to me.

The moment our eyes met, I suddenly felt embarrassed and looked away.

Asahi-san did the same, averting her eyes and falling silent.

This… this is awkward…

Taishou…! This is your fault…!

“…”

“!”

A sharp, chilling gaze made my spine freeze, and I instinctively turned around.

There, a little ways off, was Hinako, watching us.

“K-Konohana-san?”

“Yes? Is something the matter?”

Ojou-sama-mode Hinako flashed a bright, cheerful smile.

While Taishou practically melted under her charm, a cold sweat trickled down my cheek.

Wait… was that gaze not from Hinako?

“But, well, it’s true that I’m super grateful to Tomonari-kun!”

Asahi-san cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness.

“Tomonari-kun, just say the word! Right now, I’m ready to be your hands and feet!”

“Y-Yes.”

Still slightly flushed, Asahi-san’s words made me nod in response.

“…”

“!”

I felt that gaze again!

But when I turned around, all I saw was—

“…Konohana-san?”

“Something wrong?”

Hinako smiled gently.

Maybe it’s just my imagination?

…Am I coming down with a cold?

◆

Lunch break.

After finishing lunch, I took Asahi-san up on her kind offer and headed to listen to Joutou’s speech.

But when I returned to the school building from the old student council hall, I stopped in my tracks.

“…Huh?”

Come to think of it, where is Joutou holding his speech?

Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen Joutou’s team handing out flyers at the sports field this morning. Since speech locations change daily, they’re usually announced through flyers. I figured they might be distributing them somewhere else even if they weren’t at the field, but I hadn’t run into them at all today.

(Guess I’ll just have to search on foot.)

The locations where speeches are allowed are limited. Among them, I’d already secured the sports field and the area in front of the gym—prime spots with high visibility or space for crowds. By now, Tennouji-san and Narika should be starting their speeches at those two locations.

There were other good spots too, but even after checking them all, Joutou was nowhere to be found. I hurried through the cafeteria entrance and the back of the school building, but I couldn’t hear Joutou’s voice anywhere.

What’s going on?

Is he not giving a speech today?

Lunchtime speeches are smaller compared to after-school ones due to time constraints, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he skipped it. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Joutou, in his current state, wouldn’t pass up even a small opportunity like this.

No, I had a bad feeling about this.

When Joutou gets serious, he’ll probably exceed my expectations.

That’s why I wanted to see what he was up to now. If he’s scheming something out of my sight, I might not have a way to counter it when the time comes.

Growing anxious, I spotted a familiar figure ahead.

“Ikuno-kun.”

Calling out to Ikuno as he walked down the hallway, he turned around immediately.

“Tomonari-kun, what’s up?”

“Have you seen Joutou-kun? I don’t know where he’s holding his speech today…”

I’d already checked all the likely spots, but Joutou was still nowhere to be found.

“Joutou-kun’s on the third floor.”

“The third floor?”

So, he’s in his classroom?

The second-year classrooms are split: Classes A through C are on the second floor, and D through F are on the third. Since I usually interact with Hinako, Tennouji-san, and Narika, who are all on the second floor, I’m not too familiar with the third-floor students. But I knew Joutou was in Class E.

“Want to go together?”

“…Sure.”

I’d connected with Ikuno during the Management Game. He’s in Class F, and while we don’t see each other daily, I’ll never forget how he allowed my gift-focused e-commerce company, Tomonari Gifts, to partner with him and eventually took over the business. He’s someone I’d love to meet up with someday outside of the Academy.

As Ikuno and I climbed to the third floor, we found a crowd gathered.

Joutou was giving his speech in the third-floor hallway.

“In front of the classrooms…?”

Sure, hallway speeches aren’t banned. But I’d always thought holding one during lunch break, when the hallways are busy, would be disruptive. Tennouji-san, Narika, and I had discussed this and agreed to avoid it.

Yet now, the third-floor hallway was completely empty.

Everyone was inside the classrooms, quietly listening to Joutou’s speech. Only Ikuno and I were standing in the hall.

“Joutou-kun’s been preparing for this since this morning.”

Ikuno explained.

“He went to every class, asking if he could give his speech in the hallway during lunch.”

“…He did that?”

That’s why I hadn’t seen Joutou’s team at the sports field. They’d sacrificed flyer distribution time to set up the environment for this speech.

But why…?

Would listening to the speech make it clear?

I followed Ikuno into Class F’s classroom to hear Joutou’s speech.

“There are surely people here who feel the pain of being judged by their family background!”

Joutou’s passionate voice echoed through my ears, resonating deep in my chest.

“There are surely people here who’ve had to suppress their own opinions! I want to eliminate that!”

His voice, his gaze—they were completely different from the Joutou I’d known.

With his hair slicked back, Joutou’s bold features commanded attention as he poured out his words. He fixed the students in the classroom with a piercing stare. Even a fleeting moment caught in that gaze was enough to pull you into his speech.

“As you’ve all said, I’m a reformer! I have a vision to transform this Academy for the better! I’m not making safe, conservative promises like the others, but if you want change at Kiou Academy, please support me!”

Cheers erupted from all three classrooms.

I almost forgot my role and clapped along.

(…He’s good.)

If I weren’t running for student council and was just a regular student, I might’ve been swayed by that speech. That’s how skilled Joutou was at riling up a crowd.

By calling himself a reformer and labeling the other candidates as conservatives, Joutou instantly won over the frontier-spirited students of Kiou Academy. Words like “conservative” or “safe” inevitably made our camp seem dull by comparison.

Joutou’s speech subtly guided the audience’s thoughts with precision.

And he had the charisma to make it feel effortless.

“I swear to you! I won’t let you regret this!!”

Even without a microphone, Joutou’s voice carried. It was loud but not rough, easy to hear—like a professional singer’s projection.

How do I describe it? It’s just… masterful oration. The cadence of his words, the way he angled his body, the distribution of his gaze—everything was top-notch, no wasted effort. You couldn’t look away, and listening made your spirits soar. It made you want to fight alongside him, to believe you were on the winning side.

During his speech, Joutou exuded more charisma than anyone—even Hinako.

“That concludes my speech.”

Thunderous applause rained down on Joutou.

If you listened closely, you could hear excited squeals too. It’s no wonder—Joutou’s sharp features naturally drew attention. His usual plain hairstyle had given him a subdued vibe, but this sudden transformation must’ve struck a chord with many students.

Accepting the applause, Joutou flashed a confident smile and spoke.

“Please come to my after-school speech too. I have a major announcement today.”

A major announcement…?

As I tilted my head, my eyes met Rintarou’s, who was standing beside Joutou.

Rintarou tapped Joutou’s shoulder, signaling my presence.

“Tomonari-kun, you came.”

Joutou approached me, his presence entirely different from yesterday. Now, he was fierce, like a blazing flame, yet still carried the intellectual air typical of a Kiou Academy student.

“Give me a sec. I just need to take care of my throat.”

Rintarou pulled a thermos from his bag and poured liquid into a cup.

Joutou took the cup and downed its contents in one gulp.

“What’s that…?”

“Honey-infused drink. Keeps my throat warm, sanitized, and hydrated—all in one.”

Joutou explained as he handed the cup back to Rintarou.

It was the kind of meticulous preparation you’d expect from an athlete.

At a normal school, people might laugh and call it overkill. But this was Kiou Academy, and Joutou was deadly serious.

It was chilling.

There was a fundamental difference in how we approached our speeches.

“So, here to scout the enemy?”

“…Something like that.”

Careful not to show my sense of defeat, I nodded.

“Why give your speech here?”

“You should be able to figure that out from the scene in front of you.”

Joutou was right.

At first, I didn’t get it, but as I listened to the speech, his intent became clear. Or rather, it was watching the students listening to him that made it click…

“I am from a political family, you know. I know a thing or two about elections.”

Joutou explained.

“Elections can’t be won without local support. So I decided to make the third floor my home turf.”

His explanation helped me piece together his strategy.

So, he created a home base…

Winning an election requires local support. Unlike political elections, though, the concept of a “local base” is vague in a school election.

So, he made one.

That was the first move of a serious Joutou.

The third-floor students were already united in support of Joutou’s camp. It wasn’t just this lunchtime speech. He’d probably been planting seeds of solidarity bit by bit—before morning classes, during breaks. By the time he got permission to speak in the hallway, the groundwork was already laid. This speech was the final blow.

(…What do I do?)

I needed to come up with a countermeasure.

Should we try to rally the second-floor students the same way?

“You can’t pull it off.”

Joutou, reading my thoughts, cut in.

“The second floor has two candidates for president—Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san. Their votes are already split. Even if you tried to copy me, you wouldn’t get this kind of unity.”

With two candidates, unifying three classes was impossible.

This unity… it was an advantage only Joutou’s camp could claim.

“Physical proximity is the most important factor in building trust. People are more likely to listen if they know your face. And above all, closeness spreads.”

Spreads…?

It took me a moment to grasp the meaning of that word.

I was speechless. This was bad.

“Get it? What’s forming right now is a community.”

The third-floor students were buzzing, talking excitedly about Joutou’s speech. That excitement crossed class boundaries, spreading to the neighboring classrooms.

They were chatting eagerly about Joutou Ren, the man himself.

Because they were close. Because their classrooms were next door, it was easy to share the conversation. Surrounded by students talking about Joutou, their enthusiasm formed a community that enveloped the entire third floor.

It was almost like… a fan club.

No, that metaphor wasn’t necessary. In the world of elections, there’s a term for this kind of group.

This was a support association.

Joutou was building a support association.

“That’s the gist of it.”

Joutou said to me as I broke out in a cold sweat.

“I explained it thoroughly, partly as an apology for before. Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Uh… no, I’m good.”

If I thought about it calmly, Joutou had no reason to explain this much to me.

This must’ve been his way of showing sincerity.

“Thanks for retracting the rumors too. By the time I got to the Academy this morning, they’d mostly died down.”

“Last night, I asked some friends to spread the word that the rumors were baseless. Rintarou helped too.”

Joutou glanced over his shoulder.

Rintarou, who’d been standing back hesitantly, stepped forward at Joutou’s signal.

“Tomonari-senpai, thank you for helping with my sister.”

Rintarou bowed deeply.

“I was torn, but in the end, I’m rooting for Joutou-senpai.”

“…I see.”

From the start, these two shared the same vision for Kiou Academy’s ideal. So, this conclusion feels natural.

Tracing it back, Rintarou’s distrust of his family business led him to crave a life unbound by lineage. That desire probably won’t settle even after breaking free from the Asahi family’s issues. Those issues were merely a trigger. Now, Rintarou has regained his cool-headed thinking and genuinely supports Joutou’s principles.

Whether Rintarou’s actions should be forgiven, I don’t know. The negative campaign? I might feel repulsed, but as a strategy, it’s logically sound.

If anyone’s to decide whether to forgive him, that’s Tennouji-san and Narika’s role. And those two? They’d probably forgive Rintarou.

Or rather… they wouldn’t forgive themselves if they chose not to forgive here.

“Well then—from here on, we can compete without holding back.”

The moment Joutou said that, the chime rang.

For us right now, was it a chime or a gong? The lunch break round was over. The next battle would be after school.

“Joutou-kun.”

I called out to Joutou’s back as he headed toward Class E’s classroom.

“What’s this big announcement after school?”

At my question, Joutou flashed a bold grin.

“If you’re curious, come listen.”

The kindness laced with gratitude from earlier was gone.

From here on, we can compete without holding back—Joutou’s words echoed in my mind, replaying over and over.

◆

After school, I headed to the schoolyard to hear Joutou’s speech. A crowd had already gathered, a testament to the Joutou camp’s popularity.

To share Joutou’s dramatically transformed vibe with Tennouji-san and the others, I decided to record the speech on my smartphone. I really wanted them to hear it in person, but the flyers we distributed this morning already announced their own speeches at this time. Canceling last-minute would hurt their support, so I came alone.

“I’m Joutou Ren. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Joutou appeared before the crowd, microphone in hand.

As expected, with this many people, a speech without amplification would be tough.

The moment Joutou stepped forward, a roar of cheers erupted. It felt like the ground itself trembled.

I recognized the students cheering loudly for Joutou. They were the same ones listening from the third-floor windows during the lunch break speech.

(The local community’s unity is hyping up the speech…)

This was practically a legal version of hired cheerleaders.

By rallying the local community, Joutou ensured cheers wherever he spoke. That guaranteed energy made it easier for him to deliver his speeches.

Naturally, the surrounding students got swept up in the atmosphere.

With everyone this excited, they started thinking, Maybe Joutou Ren could be an amazing student council president…

Then, Joutou began his speech. The content was mostly as expected. He laid out the democratization of Kiou Academy, presenting evidence that his policies would improve the school. Sometimes, he used objective data, and other times, passionate conviction, captivating the crowd with his masterful oratory.

Once the audience was fully engaged, Joutou paused for a breath.

“I have an important announcement for you all today.”

With that, he handed the microphone to a female student standing nearby.

I’d been so absorbed in the speech that I hadn’t noticed her until now. When had she even appeared?

(…No way.)

Seeing the girl holding the microphone, I was speechless.

Unfazed by the countless eyes on her, she spoke.

“I’m Minato Maki, the former student council president.”

Her clear, commanding voice echoed across the schoolyard.

Her seasoned presence instantly won the crowd’s trust.

Joutou Ren’s speech, and now her appearance—it meant…

As if answering the crowd’s anticipation, Minato-senpai declared,

“I endorse Joutou Ren as the next student council president.”

The loudest cheer of the day erupted.

While the crowd roared, I felt a surge of panic. The former student council president, Minato Maki, had endorsed Joutou Ren. This news would spread like wildfire through the academy.

In that moment, I felt it in my gut—the tides of public opinion had shifted dramatically.

◇

Izuki left the scene, visibly shaken. Ren watched his retreating figure in silence.

They hadn’t known each other long, but Ren knew. That boy wouldn’t break so easily. He might seem panicked or troubled, but give him time, and he’d strike with a critical move. That’s how he’d cleared the darkness clouding Rintarou’s heart.

He couldn’t let his guard down.

Ren told himself that Tomonari Izuki wouldn’t retreat so easily.

Then, he turned to Maki standing beside him.

“Minato-senpai, thank you. That really fired things up.”

“It’s not thanks to me. This turnout is your own strength.”

Looking at the lingering crowd, Maki said,

“Minato-senpai, why did you side with me?”

Ren asked.

“I was the one who bowed and asked for your support, but even so, you agreed so quickly. It almost felt like you’d planned to from the start.”

To Ren’s question, Maki thought for a moment before answering.

“In short, it’s a matter of aligned interests.”

Maki continued.

“My family’s Rakuou Group built its success on businesses aimed at ordinary households—the so-called common folk. So, I find a lot to agree with in your ideals.”

“…I see.”

Ren nodded, but it was clear he wasn’t fully convinced.

Aligned interests. Maki figured that assuring him of her loyalty would suffice.

(There’s another reason, but… I’d rather not explain that one.)

The second reason was too personal.

Ren had said earlier, Almost like you’d planned to from the start.

Not almost. It was exactly that. Maki had intended to join Ren’s camp from the beginning.

Once, Maki had studied under a certain mentor. As his disciple, she worked tirelessly to achieve results. But her efforts went unrewarded, and she was quickly cast aside.

After that, he found a new disciple.

By some twist of fate, that new disciple, a boy named Tomonari Izuki, transferred to Kiou Academy, where Maki served as president. Now, he was running for a student council position.

Maki thought, I need to know.

Why was I discarded?

Why was this boy chosen?

The outcome didn’t matter. If Maki won, it would prove her mentor’s judgment was flawed, and she’d feel vindicated. If she lost, she’d accept that her mentor was right and move on.

All she wanted was to come to terms with being abandoned.

That was the second reason Maki sided with Ren.

Minato Maki wanted to stand against Tomonari Izuki.

“But you sure moved fast with this timing. If you were going to ask for my help, wouldn’t it have been better to do it earlier?”

Thanks to you, I had to wait quite a while. She kept that thought to herself.

Had Ren delayed any longer, Maki might’ve approached him first.

“…Recently, I found a reason to get serious.”

Ren answered with a determined look.

A fire burned in his eyes. Someone he couldn’t afford to lose to, someone he had to defeat—that kind of presence had taken root in him.

“Besides, I thought relying on you, Minato-senpai, might be a bit… dirty.”

“What are you saying now?”

Maki laughed.

“The negative campaign came from your camp, didn’t it?”

“That’s…”

“Whether you got your hands dirty or not, it’s the same thing. You’ve already done what needed doing. Is there any reason to be picky about methods now?”

Maki’s slightly provocative question made Ren press his lips together.

But he quickly raised his head, his expression resolute.

“…No, I’ve already made up my mind. That’s why I turned to you.”

Ren understood that he was already tainted.

“Politicians will do anything for votes.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Maki had chosen to side with Ren because of that resolve.

She wanted to stand in Tomonari Izuki’s way, but being a trivial obstacle wouldn’t do. By teaming up with Ren, she believed she could become a formidable wall for Izuki.

“Can I call you Ren-kun? We’re allies for this short time, after all.”

“Then I’ll call you Maki-senpai. Using first names makes it look like we’re close in both public and private, which is good for appearances.”

That quick, calculating mindset—tying everything to strategy—was classic for a politician-type student.

Maki knew that a politician who’d steeled their resolve was a force to be reckoned with.

◆

After school, back at the mansion, I consulted Takuma-san about the situation.

Since the Management Game, I’ve been regularly catching up with Takuma-san over calls, and I’m honestly grateful that he always takes the time to advise me. He’s still on bad terms with Hinako and Shizune-san, but isn’t he actually pretty good at looking out for others?

“If I competed against a politician-type in a speech, even I’d lose.”

I widened my eyes, shocked that Takuma-san would say something like that.

His calm, steady voice came through the laptop.

“They’re geniuses at riling people up. They instantly read what words or demeanor the crowd wants and pull off the perfect delivery with improvised flair. Their brains are wired differently from ordinary people. It’s like the gap between a regular person and an athlete.”

“…That much, huh?”

When I saw Joutou taking care of his throat, I thought he was like an athlete. Turns out, that impression wasn’t far off.

But Takuma-san wasn’t telling me to give up.

I understood what he was getting at.

“So, I shouldn’t fight on the same playing field, right?”

“Exactly.”

Joutou’s awakened. His speeches have gotten insanely good. So, we need Tennouji-san and Narika to step up their speeches too—that kind of thinking is a bad move, Takuma-san was saying.

If we spent all our time on speeches, we’d be stuck on Joutou’s turf forever.

“Politician-types are also great at underhanded tactics. Have you prepared for their schemes?”

Takuma-san’s question left me at a loss for words.

Schemes and countermeasures…

What was I even supposed to do about that?

“You should try using those tactics yourself sometime.”

As if seeing through my silence, Takuma-san continued.

“To counter schemes, you need to understand them. And how do you understand them? By putting them into practice. Come up with your own schemes and execute them. That, in turn, becomes your best defense.”

Takuma-san’s logic made sense.

But…

“…Sorry, I want to fight fair and square.”

“Even if that means Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san, whom you’re supporting, lose?”

As if he’d anticipated my response, Takuma-san shot back without missing a beat.

But picturing their faces, I grew more confident in my answer.

“Even if I came up with something shady, those two wouldn’t forgive me.”

At that, Takuma-san fell silent for a moment.

“Well, as long as it’s not just stubborn pride, that’s fine.”

His tone was surprisingly calm, and his point was razor-sharp.

For a split second, it shook me.

Thinking logically, I didn’t have to explain anything to Tennouji-san or Narika. I could act without their approval. Was I just being stubborn by refusing?

No… that’s not it.

Using dirty tactics could cause trouble for those around me. That’s why Rintarou took on the dirty role and stepped back from the vice president race. But was that what Joutou wanted? If I did something like Rintarou, how would Tennouji-san and Narika feel? More importantly, what would Hinako think?

Even if I walked away without a word, they wouldn’t accept it.

When I thought that far, I really didn’t want to resort to underhanded methods.

“It’s fine. It’s not pride.”

I shared my carefully considered conclusion with Takuma-san.

“There’s one more big problem, though…”

“What’s that?”

There was something else I needed to consult Takuma-san about.

If anything, this might be the issue we needed to tackle first.

“The former student council president, Minato-senpai, joined Joutou’s camp.”

“…”

A long silence followed.

“Come to think of it, I hadn’t told you, Izuki-kun.”

Takuma-san said calmly.

“Minato Maki was my former disciple.”

“Huh…?”

“Pretty much in the same position as you are now. The difference is, she begged to be my disciple. I took her on reluctantly, so I might’ve been a bit harsh with her.”

Come to think of it, when I became Takuma-san’s disciple, he was the one who suggested it.

Wait… didn’t he say something like it was just for the Management Game? …Whatever. Talking with Takuma-san is always a learning experience. If he’s still treating me as his disciple, I’ll gladly take the benefits.

“Is Minato-senpai no longer your disciple?”

“Yeah. She didn’t have the talent, so I dropped her.”

That’s harsh.

“She’s probably taking out that grudge on you.”

“Wha…?”

So, Minato-senpai joined Joutou’s camp because of Takuma-san…?

I could almost see Takuma-san smirking through the screen.

“I hope you’ll overcome this. It’ll help you grow.”

“Ugh…”

It feels like I’ve been dragged into some weird feud…

“I don’t feel responsible, but I’ll give you one hint about dealing with Minato Maki.”

Feel a little responsible, please.

Still, if he’s offering a hint, I’ll take it, so I stayed quiet.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That’s all you need to do.”

Takuma-san’s words were strikingly simple.

“You get what I mean, right?”

“I do, but…”

“Use everything at your disposal. That’s the way of the business world.”

A ringtone came through from the other side. Takuma-san’s smartphone was buzzing. “Let’s call it here,” he said, and the call ended.

Leaning back in my chair, I let out a quiet sigh.

(…This time, our differences in philosophy really stood out.)

Takuma-san gave me two concrete pieces of advice. First, to counter schemes, I should try scheming myself. Second, to deal with Minato-senpai, I should fight fire with fire.

Both are effective, I get that.

I get it… but I don’t like it.

“Seems like a tough situation.”

“Yeah…”

Shizune-san’s voice came from behind, and I nodded.

“—Wait, huh!? Shizune-san!? You were here!?”

“I was. I stayed quiet because I didn’t want Takuma-sama to notice me.”

With that, Shizune-san wheeled in a tea cart from the hallway. Apparently, the proper name for this mobile cart is a tea trolley.

On the trolley, Shizune-san elegantly brewed tea and offered me a cup.

“You’re up against another big wall, as usual.”

“…Yeah.”

I took a sip of the tea.

A soft sweetness spread through my mouth. It was perfect for easing the tension I was feeling. How does Shizune-san always know exactly what I need? If I’d been craving focus instead, she’d probably have served a crisp herbal tea.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking…”

Setting the cup on the desk, I said,

“My life… not once has it ever gone smoothly from start to finish, has it…”

“…You’ve walked a harsh path, haven’t you?”

Shizune-san cast a sympathetic gaze my way.

I’m not asking for luxury or anything. But, like, wouldn’t it be nice if, just once in a while, everything went perfectly, clicking into place without a hitch?

“But that’s because you’re challenging yourself, isn’t it, Izuki-san?”

Shizune-san said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“If you’d chosen to live safely as just a caretaker, you wouldn’t be facing these kinds of adversities. …I respect your choices, you know.”

I stared intently at Shizune-san’s face as she spoke those words.

“What’s wrong?”

“No… it’s just, Shizune-san, you’ve been praising me so openly lately.”

“Have I? I only say what I truly think.”

So, she meant it from the bottom of her heart.

A wave of joy welled up inside me. …Shizune-san’s right. I chose this struggle myself. This hardship might just be the privilege of those who dare to take on challenges.

“Well then, since we’ve reached a good stopping point…”

Shizune-san stood up and opened the drawer of the tea trolley.

From it, she pulled out a single outfit.

“This is a maid outfit imported from England the other day. I’d like to check its fit and style, so, as before, I’d appreciate it if you could take photos.”

“…………………………Yes.”

Wait, did she praise me just to butter me up for this?

◆

The next day.

Leaving the mansion, I headed to the academy with Hinako as usual, riding together in the car.

(…That photo shoot dragged on, didn’t it?)

Last night’s maid outfit photo session, requested by Shizune-san, took over an hour longer than planned. Apparently, the outfit is highly functional as workwear and might be adopted for use in the Konohana household in the future.

Thanks to the extended shoot, I ended up learning way more about maid outfits than I expected. …Did you know? Maid outfits can be divided into two types: Victorian maid and French maid. Victorian maid outfits are practical workwear, simple with minimal decoration, often in the form of long dresses. French maid outfits are more cosplay-esque, typically adorned with flashy frills and the like. The one we photographed this time was the Victorian maid type.

(Shizune-san’s been showing her true self more since I learned about her cosplay hobby…)

Up until now, the Shizune-san I interacted with was the head maid—perfect, elegant, and strict with herself and others. But lately, she’s been more relaxed around me. For example, yesterday when she came to my room, she sat on the bed. That’s something she absolutely wouldn’t have done when we first met.

“Nmuu…”

Hinako, sitting beside me, let out a sleepy murmur.

“Sorry, Hinako. I made you head to school earlier than usual because of my schedule.”

“…Can’t be helped. You’ve got a meeting with Tennouji-san and the others, right?”

Exactly. I wanted to get to school early today for a strategy meeting with Tennouji-san and Narika. Asahi-san and Taishou are helping out too, and they’ve promised to arrive at the same time.

“If Izuki becomes vice president, I’ll be happy too… so I’ll help.”

“Hinako…!”

I was deeply moved by Hinako’s words, her eyes still half-closed with sleep.

Once the election’s over, I’ll let her sleep to her heart’s content. I’ll make sure she gets a whole day to laze around, doing nothing, with all the potato chips and ice cream she wants—within the limits of what Shizune-san won’t notice, of course.

“But… lately, I think you’re getting a bit too close.”

Hinako said, staring at me.

“Too close? To what?”

“……………………Muu…”

Hinako glared at me with a long, intense stare.

Then, she started lightly smacking my thigh with her tiny fists.

“Ow!”

“Izuki, you idiot.”

“Ow, ow!”

“Idiot, idiot, idiot…”

It didn’t actually hurt at all.

I could tell she was upset, but I was puzzled since I had no clue what she meant.

What did she mean by “too close”…?

“…………I’m cheering for you.”

“…Thank you.”

I thanked Hinako as she finally stopped her little punches.

“But if you betray me……………………you’re dead.”

“Dead!?”

Lately, Hinako’s way of speaking feels like it’s shifted a bit.

Is this the influence of those shoujo manga she’s been reading? …Good thing Kagen-san isn’t here.

◆

Arriving at the academy, I picked up the election bulletin being handed out on the first floor of the school building.

(…So, we’ve finally been overtaken.)

Tennouji-san and Narika held about 30% support, while Joutou had surged to 40%. Joutou, who only had 20% in the first poll, had now doubled that and claimed the top spot.

With the election period—excluding weekends—down to five days, including today, we were already in the second half. From now on, we’d need to monitor shifts in support even more carefully.

“Tomonari-san!”

“Izuki!”

As I headed to the meeting spot, two voices called out to me at once.

“Tennouji-san, Narika…”

Tennouji Mirei and Miyakojima Narika. The two presidential candidates looked at me with grave expressions.

“I watched the video you sent yesterday. Joutou Ren… his presence has changed quite a bit, hasn’t it?”

“Even through a video, you can tell how skilled his speeches are. It’s frustrating, but I don’t think we can mimic that.”

I’d shared the video I recorded with them yesterday. It seems they both understood just how much of a threat Joutou poses to us now.

Behind them were Asahi-san and Taishou. I was grateful they’d gathered so early in the morning. Time to quickly go over the strategy.

“Beating Joutou-kun at speeches right now will be tough. But that doesn’t mean we’re out of options. If they’re aiming to expand their influence, we should do the same.”

Offense is the best defense. If Joutou’s going for broader support, we’ll match them and turn this into a battle for the students’ votes.

Joutou’s likely targeting floating voters. So, we’ll target them too.

“Let’s change where we hand out flyers. I’ll head to the back gate.”

“The back gate?”

Tennouji-san tilted her head.

“Fewer students use the back gate, so we haven’t prioritized it, but that’s exactly why it could be effective. By reaching out there, we might spark interest in the election among those students.”

“That makes sense…”

Narika nodded in agreement.

First, we’ll carefully pick up the votes we’ve overlooked. It’s a slow process, but it should serve as both offense and defense against Joutou’s campaign.

“Tennouji-san and Narika, please hand out flyers at other locations today. The spots are—”

I told them specific locations to target those overlooked votes as well.

“Asahi-san and Taishou-kun, please handle the grounds as usual.”

“Got it!”

“Leave it to us!”

We’ll keep distributing flyers on the busy grounds. The number of flyers handed out directly correlates to how many students show up for speeches, so we can’t neglect volume.

After giving instructions, we split up to our respective posts. As planned, I grabbed a stack of flyers and hurried toward the back gate.

But there, I ran into an unexpected figure.

“Minato-senpai…”

“Oh, if it isn’t Tomonari-kun.”

Minato-senpai, who was handing out flyers to arriving students, turned and smiled at me.

“I figured you’d show up. Aiming to pick up floating voters, right?”

It felt like my heart was being gripped tightly.

She’d read me. My entire plan…

“Other spots you’d likely target are the first floor of the main building and the connecting corridor, right? Are Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san there?”

“…”

“Hit the mark, didn’t I? If so, you’re one step too late. We’re already using those spots.”

Minato-senpai had instantly pinpointed the exact locations I’d sent Tennouji-san and Narika to.

That chilling sensation—I knew it well.

She wasn’t that person’s disciple for nothing. I felt an aura from Minato-senpai that was strikingly similar to Takuma-san’s.

But then—

“I’m not like that person.”

As if reading my thoughts, Minato-senpai spoke.

“From your reaction, I’m guessing you heard? About whose disciple I used to be.”

“…Yes.”

I felt a pang of guilt for learning that without her permission.

Minato-senpai gave a self-deprecating smile.

“I’m not like that person. All I can do is predict. It’s just observation, experience, and foresight based on that. A mundane skill anyone could develop with enough effort.”

She mocked herself.

But in the next moment, her eyes locked onto mine with unwavering focus.

“But with that, I’ll beat you.”

Her fierce determination hit me hard, leaving me speechless.

“If I win… I wonder what kind of face that person will make.”

With that, Minato-senpai resumed handing out flyers.

The last glimpse of her profile was so fragile, tinged with melancholy.

Behind her declaration of war, there were complex emotions at play. I understood that. But I had no room to sympathize.

I hurried back to the grounds. Soon after, Tennouji-san and the others returned, looking just as flustered.

“Tomonari-san, I’m sorry. The flyer spots were already taken.”

“Same here. Sorry, Izuki…”

I shook my head at their apologies.

“It’s my mistake, so please don’t apologize. …Let’s just hand out flyers on the grounds as usual today.”

We couldn’t stop distributing flyers altogether.

So, we’d make do with the grounds.

But even as I tried to shift gears, I couldn’t quell the anxiety gnawing at me.

Minato-senpai called herself mundane, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. After all, she was the student council president. She won the very election we’re fighting in now, earning the trust of over half the students at Kiou Academy and fulfilling their expectations for a full year. How could someone like that be labeled as ordinary?

The fact that such a person was on the enemy’s side only fueled my unease.

“—Tomonari-kun!”

Suddenly, my cheeks were squished between two hands.

Caught by small palms, I looked in surprise at the girl standing in front of me.

“Ahya, han…?”

“If you keep making that gloomy face, we’ll fall even further behind!”

I snapped out of it.

Since we started handing out flyers on the grounds, I hadn’t distributed a single one.

My anxiety had unconsciously made my expression unapproachable.

Asahi-san let go of my cheeks.

“I’ve got your back, so let’s do this together, okay?”

“…………Yes.”

I’d lost sight of the basics. In an election, it’s not the promises that matter most—it’s the candidate’s character. Handing out flyers with a sour face would only backfire.

“Thank you, Asahi-san.”

“You’re welcome!”

I thanked Asahi-san for reminding me of something so fundamental.

Her bright, infectious smile made me smile back.

“Hm?”

Just then, I felt a gaze from behind and turned around.

There stood Narika and Tennouji-san, staring at me with intense, almost sticky glares.

“Uh… is something up?”

“…Nothing.”

“…It’s nothing at all.”

Their faces clearly said otherwise, but…

For now, I’d just get back to handing out flyers.

◇

Izuki had no way of knowing…

At that moment, Tennouji Mirei, Miyakojima Narika, and Konohana Hinako—who was secretly watching from the school building—were all thinking the exact same thing.

Izuki and Asahi-san.

Those two… haven’t they been getting way too close lately?

The suspicions brewing in their hearts were only growing stronger.

◇

As the first-period class ended, Hinako let out a quiet sigh.

(Phew… class is over.)

The academy’s lessons didn’t feel particularly difficult to Hinako. The studies she was forced to do at home were far more advanced, so daily classes rarely taxed her mind.

If anything, the real hassle was maintaining her perfect Ojou-sama facade.

She always had to be ready in case a teacher called on her. It was a habit from childhood, so she was used to it, but if given the chance, Hinako could fall into a deep sleep in less than five seconds—she loved indulging in lazy naps that much.

(Please, let no one talk to me…)

While keeping up her perfect Ojou-sama mask, Hinako hoped for a moment of peaceful quiet.

But then—she heard voices from behind her.

“Tomonari-kun, about yesterday’s speech, something interesting happened…”

“…I see, that’s useful to know.”

Sneaking a glance back, she saw Izuki and Karen talking.

Perhaps to avoid being drowned out by the surrounding chatter, they leaned close to each other as they spoke.

(T-T-they’re too close…!!)

Lately, those two had been way too cozy. Close enough that people might mistake them for something more.

Hinako knew they weren’t doing it on purpose. But that’s exactly why it felt so natural, like it was their default distance.

As Hinako panicked, she overheard a conversation from nearby classmates.

“Those two seem awfully friendly lately, don’t they?”

“Could they be dating?”

“Well, if they are, we should congratulate them.”

“They’re both so hardworking. They’d make a great couple.”

It wasn’t just Hinako—other students were starting to notice Izuki and Karen’s relationship too.

This was bad.

At this rate, the rumors would solidify…!

(…!!)

Hinako shot to her feet.

Her classmates nearby widened their eyes in surprise, but Hinako ignored them and marched straight toward Izuki and Karen.

“—Are you discussing the election?”

With her perfect Ojou-sama act in full force, she addressed the two.

Izuki and Karen looked a bit startled but quickly recovered, with Izuki nodding.

“Yes. We’re brainstorming speech ideas right now…”

“As a friend, let me help out every now and then.”

At Hinako’s words, Karen’s face lit up with a bright smile.

“That’s great, Tomonari-kun! Konohana-san’s input is invaluable!”

“You’re right… thank you so much.”

Hinako, who would normally want to rest, offered her cooperation, leaving Izuki somewhat perplexed, though he still expressed his gratitude with delight.

Hinako flashed a gentle smile while secretly glaring at Karen.

(Hmph… the real Izuki doesn’t talk like that…!)

I know Izuki better than anyone.

(I even know the pattern on Izuki’s pajamas…!!)

Yesterday, they were checkered, and the day before, plain blue.

She kept it a secret from everyone, but in truth, she was closer to Izuki than anyone else. …Hinako quietly burned with a sense of rivalry.

◇

At the academy, after the second period ended, it was break time.

Narika was in the hallway just outside the classroom, chatting with a first-year girl.

“Sorry for dragging you out here during such a short break.”

“No, it’s fine. I wanted to talk with Miyakojima-senpai anyway, so it’s all good.”

Narika’s conversation partner was a girl named Nishi.

She was a student aspiring to be the general affairs officer for the student council. Narika had met her at a tea party held for officer candidates and had exchanged contact information.

“You wanted to know more about the duties of the general affairs officer, right?”

“Yeah. There are a few things I’m curious about personally. First of all…”

At the tea party, Nishi had explained that she wanted to be a general affairs officer because her older sister had held the same position. Apparently, Nishi had heard a lot about the job from her sister, and Narika had asked her to share that information.

(As expected, the general affairs role is pretty close to sales…)

Narika thought as she listened to Nishi.

At Kiou Academy, the student council didn’t have an external relations officer. The role of negotiating with external organizations for various events fell to the general affairs officer.

While the title of general affairs might suggest menial tasks, at Kiou Academy, where exceptional students gathered, and even more so among the handpicked student council members, there weren’t many trivial chores. Accounting handled calculations single-handedly, and the secretary managed records alone. As a result, the general affairs officer’s primary role at Kiou Academy seemed to revolve around negotiations with others. The only exception was the president’s varied tasks, which often produced miscellaneous work, but that was mostly handled by the vice president.

(…Hm?)

While listening to Nishi, Narika caught a familiar figure in the corner of her vision.

Izuki and Karen were walking down the hallway, looking awfully chummy.

“So, like, there’s no real reason for us to hold back, right…?”

“Hmm… it might be worth giving it a shot.”

Narika couldn’t quite catch what they were talking about, but the two were pointing at various places—the end of the hallway, the first-year building visible through the window—discussing something animatedly.

They looked like they were having a lot of fun…

(Aren’t those two… a bit too close…!?)

Since they were probably discussing the election, they couldn’t speak too loudly.

Still, Narika thought, did they have to be that close? Their shoulders and elbows kept brushing—oh, and now their fingers touched!

Watching them, Narika felt her heart race with anxiety.

They looked practically like a couple.

“Miyakojima-senpai?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing!”

She’d gotten so distracted by Izuki and Karen that her focus had slipped.

Regaining her composure, she tried to concentrate on Nishi’s explanation.

But after parting ways with Nishi, Narika immediately peeked into the neighboring classroom. There, near the entrance, she spotted Izuki standing.

“…Izuki.”

In a small voice, she called out to his back.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Earlier… what were you talking about with Asahi-san…?”

Narika fixed Izuki with a piercing stare.

But Izuki explained casually, as if it were no big deal.

“We were discussing locations for handing out flyers. Now that the issue with Rintarou’s been resolved, Asahi-san suggested we could campaign in the first-year building.”

Since she’s Rintarou’s sister, they probably had plenty to talk about, Izuki added.

Narika kept glaring at him.

“Mmm…”

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“…No reason. Just thought you two looked like you were having fun.”

Pouting, Narika turned away, her sulky attitude unmistakable.

Izuki, puzzled, opened his mouth.

“Well, yeah, it’s fun. If things go well, it’ll help you out, Narika.”

“Nngh!!”

Narika’s face flushed bright red.

(Th-that’s not fair…!!)

That caught her completely off guard.

To think he’d say it was for her sake…

“…If you keep making me fall for you, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

“Fall for…?”

Blushing up to her ears and glaring at him, Narika made Izuki’s face turn red too.

“…I-I’ll be careful.”

The bell rang.

Both of them, hiding their flushed faces, looked down and returned to their respective classrooms.

◇

Lunch break.

Having quickly finished her lunch, Mirei was giving a speech in front of the sports field.

“We will one day stand as leaders. That’s exactly why I want you to understand: the charisma that captivates people isn’t something you’re simply born with!!”

The election was entering its final stretch. Growing accustomed to speaking before large crowds, Mirei skillfully wove her words, gauging the audience’s reactions.

(Joutou Ren’s speech was impressive. But—I mustn’t waver.)

The previous night, Mirei had watched a video Izuki sent her and felt crushed. As much as it pained her, Ren’s speech was flawless. She knew instantly that, in her current state, she couldn’t match him. With only a few days left, mimicking him wouldn’t close the gap.

But an election wasn’t just about who gave the best speech.

She resolved to stay calm, believe in herself, and continue her campaign steadily. That, Mirei thought, was what she needed to do now.

As she poured her passion into her words, she noticed Izuki watching her.

Next to him was Asahi Karen.

(…)

Weren’t they standing a bit close?

No, it couldn’t be helped, she reasoned. The crowd of students was packed tightly in front of her, and Izuki and Karen were at the center. They were probably pressed together by the crowd.

If you extinguish your mind, even fire feels cool—

Mirei calmed herself. She needed to focus on her speech.

“When I become student council president, I’ll ensure this academy becomes a place where we can learn to act as true leaders! And furthermore—”

Just as Mirei was speaking with fervor,

The crowd pushed Izuki and Karen into what looked like an embrace.

“Ah, Asahi-san…?”

“S-s-sorry! I got pushed! I’ll move away right now!”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it…”

“Haha… this is kinda embarrassing, huh?”

Their faces were close, and both blushed as they looked at each other.

The light in Mirei’s eyes vanished.

“—And we will also crack down on improper interactions between genders.”

Unconsciously, a new campaign promise slipped from Mirei’s lips.

The audience tilted their heads, confused.

In that moment, Mirei snapped back to herself.

(I messed up—!!)

She’d blurted out something strange.

Cold sweat beading, she racked her brain. Her genius mind honed through the effort to rival even Konohana Hinako, sparked an idea.

“—Or so I say!! That was a joke!!”

Her voice slightly high-pitched, Mirei declared.

“Since the Management Game ended, I’ve noticed some students seem to be slacking off. Through this election, I hope to inspire behavior befitting students of Kiou Academy.”

The audience clapped at her lofty sentiment.

Having escaped the crisis, Mirei let out a relieved sigh.

(Even I must admit, that was a brilliant save…)

As the speech ended and the crowd dispersed back to their classrooms,

Mirei glanced at Izuki. He was looking at her too. When their eyes met, he gave a slightly apologetic nod before heading off—probably to check on Narika or to scout Ren’s camp.

As the students thinned out, Mirei spotted Karen.

She hesitated about approaching her. There was something she wanted to ask, but asking might shatter the comfortable dynamic they had now.

She agonized, wrestling with her thoughts… until she remembered who she was.

I am Tennouji Mirei. The sole daughter of the Tennouji Group’s leader.

I’m not the kind of woman who shrinks back, afraid of failure.

“—Asahi-san!”

“Y-Yes!?”

Her resolve firm, her voice came out louder than intended.

Karen’s shoulders jumped, and she turned around.

“Oh, it’s just you, Tennouji-san. I got startled when I heard such a loud voice.”

“My apologies. I got a bit too forceful.”

Mirei apologized.

Karen tilted her head, noticing Mirei’s unusual nervousness.

“S-so, I’ll ask you directly…!”

Mirei looked straight at Karen and asked,

“What… do you think of Tomonari-san?”

Blushing, Mirei posed the question, and Karen’s eyes widened.

A few seconds passed—feeling like minutes to Mirei.

Karen, who had been stunned speechless, eventually gave a gentle smile.

As if she understood all of Mirei’s feelings.

Slowly, Karen spoke.

“…Honestly, I might’ve started to like him.”

“Like!?”

Mirei let out a bizarre squeak.

She hurriedly clapped both hands over her mouth, unable to believe she’d made such an unladylike sound.

“But, you know, I feel like there’s someone else better suited to be by Tomonari-kun’s side. So my ‘like’ is just as a person. …That’s how I’m keeping it.”

Karen’s explanation was brief and to the point, but Mirei sensed the complex emotions behind her words. She must have agonized over it to reach that conclusion.

“I-I see…”

Unsure how to react, Mirei pressed her lips together.

Had she given up? Or was it something vaguer, like it didn’t feel right, that made her step back?

At the very least, Mirei wasn’t so callous as to feel pure joy at Karen’s words.

The fact that a friend was stepping aside hit her harder than the relief of having one less rival.

“…Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

Mirei asked, her expression serious.

Karen pondered with a carefree air…

“Hmm… well, if I start feeling regret, then I’ll let myself fall for him for real.”

“Huh?”

“I think with stuff like this, you don’t have to decide right away.”

She was far more resilient than Mirei had expected.

“W-Well, I see…”

Now Mirei was the one panicking.

If Karen wasn’t inwardly torn, the only issue left was the addition of another rival.

“By the way, just out of curiosity…!”

Mirei asked hesitantly.

“Who did you have in mind as the person suited for Tomonari-san…?”

If Konohana Hinako’s name came up, she might let out another strange yelp.

Bracing herself to stay calm no matter who was named, Mirei waited.

Karen smiled and answered.

“For example, maybe Tennouji-san.”

With that, Karen headed back to the school building.

That smile, that demeanor…

Karen clearly saw right through her, leaving Mirei frozen for a moment,

“…Fweh.”

Her face flushed red, and she looked down.

She’s totally onto me—!

◆

Lunch break.

After checking on Tennouji-san’s speech, I headed to the old student council building. Taishou and Kita were listening to Narika’s speech, and they’d report back to me if anything came up.

“Hinako, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Nn… good work.”

Opening the rooftop door, I saw Hinako waving lazily at me. Her eyes looked sleepy—probably from napping.

I hadn’t returned to the old student council building to relax with Hinako.

Nor was it just to escort Hinako, who’d get lost on her own, back to the classroom.

Well, I did need to get her to class, but today there was another important matter.

As I approached Hinako and closed the door, my smartphone buzzed with an incoming call.

“Right on time… hang on a sec.”

I pulled out the vibrating phone and answered.

After talking for a bit in front of a curious Hinako, I slipped the phone back into my pocket.

“Izuki… who were you talking to?”

“Asahi-san’s father.”

“Huh…?”

For some reason, Hinako’s face stiffened.

“T-To meet her parents…!?”

“Well, you could call it a greeting, I guess.”

“—!”

Hinako’s face paled.

I didn’t think it was that shocking…

“Actually, I’ve got a strategy in mind.”

Sensing a misunderstanding, I explained.

“Since it might involve a lot of people, I’m consulting them in advance. I talked to Katsuya’s parents this morning too.”

“Oh… that kind of thing…”

Hinako nodded, looking convinced.

“The consultation you mentioned earlier, it’s about that…?”

“…Yeah.”

I’d already told Hinako I had something to discuss during lunch.

I began explaining the details.

“This morning, the polls flipped, and we fell behind Joutou. You knew that, right?”

“Mm.”

Hinako nodded.

“It’s the first time in this election that the polls have reversed. But in my opinion, the fact that we’ve been overtaken even once is critical.”

“That… might be true.”

As expected of a perfect Ojou-sama.

She gets straight to the point. She instantly understands what I’m trying to say.

“Tennouji-san and Narika were overwhelmingly charismatic from the start. Everyone probably thought their stronghold was unshakable. But now, for the first time, there’s been a reversal, and people are starting to doubt. Maybe Tennouji-san and Narika could actually lose… Maybe this guy, Joutou Ren, is just that exceptional.”

A stronghold thought to be flawless. But the moment a single millimeter-wide crack appeared, it ceased to be a stronghold.

The reversal in approval ratings gave Joutou’s camp a glimmer of victory. The students are now paying attention to this possibility. Those who hadn’t placed any hopes in Joutou’s group are starting to.

In other words, I—am panicking.

This morning, Asahi-san warned me, and I managed to stop showing it on my face. But that doesn’t mean the panic has disappeared.

I’ve been thinking of a countermove ever since my talk with Takuma-san.

But that move is, for me, a desperate last resort.

“…Alright.”

Hinako gave a soft smile.

“Like I said this morning, I’m rooting for you, Izuki… I’ll help with anything.”

It’s possible Hinako has already figured out exactly what I’m about to ask her to do.

And now, I’m going to take advantage of her kindness.

“Hinako, lend me your strength.”

◆

After school, I was observing Joutou’s speech.

“—And now, as we do every day, let’s hear from one of our supporters.”

Having finished his speech, Joutou passed the microphone to a female student standing behind him and stepped back.

“I’m Minato Maki. From here, I’ll explain the promises Ren-kun is making.”

Minato-senpai began speaking confidently.

They’re casually calling each other by first names now. Were they always that close, or did they strategically change how they address each other for effect…?

As expected, Joutou plans to fully utilize Minato-senpai as a key asset moving forward.

In that case, we have no choice but to execute this strategy.

Slipping away from the crowd engrossed in Minato-senpai’s speech, I headed toward Tennouji-san. This time, Tennouji-san’s speech was being held in the lounge—the spacious indoor venue where Hinako held her gathering during the Management Game.

“I am Tennouji Mirei. Thank you all for gathering here today.”

The moment I entered the venue, Tennouji-san’s voice rang out. Perfect timing—it was just about to start.

As planned, Tennouji-san began with her usual speech.

Listening to Tennouji-san’s steady delivery calmed my nerves. I’m not the only one feeling anxious about Joutou’s surge in approval ratings. Yet Tennouji-san showed not a hint of unease, delivering her speech with her usual commanding presence.

“Today, I’ve invited a special guest who supports my cause.”

At a natural pause in her speech, Tennouji-san announced.

Here we go… This is our countermove.

As Tennouji-san stepped back, two students moved forward.

“I’m Asahi Karen.”

“And I’m Taishou Katsuya.”

From somewhere in the crowd, I heard the phrase “Noble Tea Party Alliance.”

As expected, both of them are well-known. We’ll start by borrowing their influence.

“To us, Tennouji-san always feels elegant and cool. I bet a lot of you here admire her, too.”

“That’s why we believe that if Tennouji-san becomes president, we’ll be inspired to live in a way that does justice to this academy.”

Asahi-san and Taishou, who connect with everyone without prejudice, spoke in a relatable way that resonated with the students.

As many students nodded in agreement, the two continued.

“In the Management Game, Tennouji-san conducted numerous M&As, but she always ensured everyone involved was satisfied with the outcome. She’s someone who boldly takes on challenges but never casts anyone aside.”

That’s why we can trust her, Asahi-san implied without saying it outright.

“On a side note, the mobile appliance sales business we tackled in the game? It’s been decided that we’ll actually try it out in the real world!”

The students let out an impressed “Ooh!”

The Management Game is a hallmark of Kiou Academy, a unique event where students’ abilities are put on full display. Achieving results in that event—and then applying them in reality—is a rare accomplishment that earns both admiration and envy from students.

To get permission to share this publicly, I had a call with Asahi-san’s father during lunch. Taishou’s parents gave their approval, too. Both were happy to agree, saying it’d be good publicity.

“Honestly, last year, we never imagined we’d achieve results like this in the Management Game. But this year, being around people like Tennouji-san has changed our mindset. It’s made us want to become better people.”

I’m probably the one who relates most to Taishou’s words.

I was the one who asked them to help with the speech, but they wrote their own scripts. When I read Taishou’s finished script before the speech, I felt a deep connection to this line.

Being around noble people makes you want to become someone worthy of standing beside them.

I don’t know what to call this feeling. But Tennouji-san wants to spread this emotion throughout the academy.

I want to be someone worthy.

For the noble person standing beside me—

For Kiou Academy—

“Thank you both.”

Tennouji-san stepped forward again, thanking Asahi-san and Taishou.

“There’s just one thing I’d like to add.”

For some reason, Tennouji-san looked at me.

“That business, and the connections we’ve built, all started because of Tomonari Izuki-san over there. Without him, we wouldn’t be where we are now. The greatest contributor, without a doubt, is Tomonari-san.”

From the edge of the stage, Asahi-san and Taishou smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, that’s right.”

…I didn’t expect my name to come up there.

Caught off guard by the unscripted mention, I was met with warm gazes and applause from the surrounding students. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ll gratefully accept it.

As Asahi-san and Taishou moved to the wings, another female student stepped forward.

“I’m Suminoe Chika.”

Her refined presence momentarily captivated the audience.

But the next moment, Suminoe-san’s powerful voice echoed through the lounge.

“What I believe is Tennouji-sama’s greatest charm is—!!”

Clenching her fists passionately, Suminoe-san spoke with the fervour of an Enka singer.

(I told her not to go overboard…)

I recalled our conversation when I asked for her help.

—Please, just give a normal speech.

—Huh? You think I’d mess up in front of Tennouji-sama?

It’s not exactly a mess, but about half the students looked stunned.

Well, having one overly enthusiastic supporter like this might not be a bad way to show Tennouji-san’s popularity. …Though I’d prefer we don’t veer into cult-like territory.

(…Time to wrap this up.)

Since Suminoe-san’s passionate speech showed no signs of stopping, I signaled to Taishou and Asahi-san, who half-forced her off to the wings.

“And now, I’d like to introduce our final guest!”

Tennouji-san called out the last speaker.

The audience probably already knows. They’ve figured out the full scope of our strategy.

From the wings, an Ojou-sama everyone recognized stepped forward.

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

The moment the girl took the stage, the air grew taut.

Known as the perfect Ojou-sama, she offered a gentle smile.

“I’m Konohana Hinako.”

A roar of cheers erupted.

The lounge trembled. The scene was reminiscent of when Minato-senpai appeared during Joutou’s speech—no, it was even more electric.

Hinako, who had remained silent on the election until now, making an appearance? No student could stay unmoved.

But despite the audience’s fervor, I felt conflicted.

Yesterday, Takuma-san had said:

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If they bring out Minato Maki as supporting fire, we counter with Konohana Hinako.

Even when Takuma-san proposed this strategy, I hesitated until this morning’s approval rating reversal. There were two reasons for my reluctance.

First, Hinako’s presence is overwhelming. She’s the most attention-grabbing student at Kiou Academy. Having her help risks turning supporting fire into the main assault. If Hinako takes center stage, it could overshadow Tennouji-san and Narika. That’s why we’ve avoided asking for her help until now. Hinako herself seemed to take care not to interfere unnecessarily, given her decision not to run in the election.

The second reason is simpler: I didn’t want to burden Hinako. She dislikes standing in the spotlight. Forcing her to play the perfect Ojou-sama in front of everyone, when she finds that act exhausting, felt cruel.

But Minato-senpai joining Joutou’s camp changed things.

Joutou’s strategy of leveraging a third party’s fame left us no choice but to counter with a similar move. No matter how hard we fought on our own, students would wonder, “Does Tennouji’s camp have anyone like Minato Maki?” If we didn’t act, Tennouji-san and Narika might be seen as less charismatic than Joutou.

That issue manifested immediately in the form of the approval rating reversal.

So, I resolved to rely on Hinako.

It was a bitter decision. Unlike Minato-senpai, a third-year who’ll graduate soon, Hinako is a second-year, the same age as Tennouji-san and Narika.

Combined with her inherent charisma, there’s an unavoidable risk of comparisons.

“—Thank you, Konohana Hinako!”

Tennouji-san expressed her gratitude to Hinako.

Hinako had simply spoken about Tennouji-san’s strengths. But that alone unified the room in a way that was incomparable to before. Her influence, as someone who embodies Kiou Academy’s ideals, was beyond imagination.

Now, I just hope the audience isn’t drawn to Hinako more than Tennouji-san…

(…That was a needless worry.)

Observing the students around me, I realized my fears were unfounded.

Hinako retreated to the wings, and Tennouji-san stepped forward.

The worst-case scenario was the students thinking, “Why doesn’t Konohana-san just run for president?”

But, upon reflection, that was no longer possible.

Early in the election, maybe. But with only a few days left, most students have already decided who to vote for. They’ve made up their minds to trust their chosen candidate.

(They’re all… truly looking at Tennouji-san.)

Not a single student was watching Hinako in the wings.

Every person in the room had their eyes fixed solely on Tennouji Mirei.

At first, everyone was probably confused that Hinako wasn’t running for president. They likely struggled to decide who to support in her absence.

But that phase is over.

They’ve faced it head-on.

The next student council president will be chosen from Tennouji Mirei, Miyakojima Narika, or Joutou Ren.

“With that, I conclude today’s speech!!”

Thunderous applause poured toward Tennouji-san.

Satisfied with the outcome, I headed toward the wings.

Opening the door to the waiting room, I found Hinako sitting alone on a chair, taking a break. Asahi-san and the others seemed to be chatting with Tennouji-san on stage.

“Hinako.”

I called out to her as she rested.

“Sorry for making you stand in front of everyone.”

She must be exhausted, right?

But Hinako shook her head and said, “No.”

“…This might be the first time.”

“Huh?”

With a hint of joy, Hinako continued.

“Playing the perfect Ojou-sama… for someone else’s sake. It might be the first time.”

Her words reminded me of the time Hinako caught a fever during summer break.

Hinako is changing. Little by little, ever since we met…

The exhaustion from acting is still there, but she rarely gets fevers anymore. She used to prioritize sleep above all else, but now she wakes up early to match my schedule. When she comes to my room at night, she doesn’t just fall asleep—she wants to chat.

Hinako is far stronger than I give her credit for.

My concerns were unnecessary. For the current Hinako, this is no big deal.

“Can you help out one more time, for Narika’s speech?”

“Mm… Leave it to me.”

Nodding, Hinako followed me back to the lounge.

As we opened the door, Joutou was standing there.

“Joutou-kun… You were here?”

“Yeah. I saw your speech just now.”

Saying that, Joutou glared at Hinako.

“You’re stepping in now, of all times?”

His voice carried a hint of resentment.

“That’s pretty selfish. You won’t run for president, but you’ll influence the election?”

I’m the one who asked for Hinako’s help. Joutou must know that, but he ignored me, staring only at Hinako.

His words could easily be turned back on him. He has no right to say that when he’s using Minato-senpai.

But sensing the complexity of Joutou’s feelings, I found myself holding my tongue.

Perhaps, more than anyone, Joutou wanted a future where Hinako became president.

“I had no intention of standing in front of everyone at first.”

Despite his misplaced anger, Hinako responded calmly.

“But watching Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san’s efforts changed my heart.”

“Changed your heart…?”

Joutou repeated, and Hinako nodded with a smile.

“The one being influenced… is me.”

Pointing to herself, Hinako continued.

“The ones influencing others are Tennouji-san and Miyakojima-san.”

Her gaze shifted to Tennouji-san on stage.

“If you keep looking only at me, you’ll get tripped up, you know?”

Hinako met Joutou’s eyes directly.

I’m no longer the one influencing others.

The one on stage isn’t me, she declared.

Joutou’s lips trembled, and with a look of frustration, he finally spoke.

“…I won’t lose to anyone but you.”

We silently watched as Joutou walked away.

◆

Later, we executed the same strategy for Narika’s speech.

Joining Asahi-san, Taishou, and Hinako was Kita. He took Suminoe-san’s place.

Kita seemed unused to speaking in public, but when the moment came, he passionately spoke about Narika’s charms.

“Miyakojima-san is someone who keeps changing. A year ago, she was misunderstood in many ways, but she didn’t let that stop her. She worked hard and became someone who could run in this election. …I believe there’s no one stronger than someone who can change themselves. I wholeheartedly support Miyakojima-san, who keeps striving to be a better version of herself.”

Listening to Kita, I felt tears welling up.

I’ve known Narika since we were kids. That’s why I know how much effort she’s put into changing herself.

Kita’s right.

Narika is strong—stronger than anyone. No one is stronger than someone who can change themselves.

Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I realized Narika’s speech had ended.

That wrapped up today’s campaign activities. After praising Narika, we all prepared to head home.

After putting away the microphones and other equipment used for the speech, I quietly spoke to Hinako, who was waiting on the school grounds.

“Hinako, mind heading home first today?”

“Sure, but… what about you, Izuki?”

“I’m staying at the academy a bit longer. There’s something I want to do.”

To Hinako, who tilted her head, I continued.

“Ever since we got hit with that smear campaign, we’ve been on the defensive. Next time, I want to take the initiative.”

I’ve already got a plan, but it requires the academy’s permission, so I need to talk to the teachers now.

“…Got it. I’ll head home so I don’t get in your way.”

“It’s not like you’re in the way.”

“Huh… Then I’ll stick with you the whole time.”

“…Sorry, that might actually be a bit much.”

Having her cling to me all day is, well…

Not that I mind, exactly…

Anyway, Hinako seemed satisfied, so I let her head home first. After parting with Tennouji-san, Asahi-san, Taishou, and the others at the school gate, I turned back toward the school building.

Then I noticed someone else heading the same way.

“Narika?”

“Huh, Izuki?”

Looks like Narika’s not heading home yet either.

Side by side, we walked back to the school building.

“You’re not heading home yet, Izuki?”

“I’ve got something I need to discuss with the teacher. …What about you, Narika? Got some business to take care of?”

“Yeah. Remember Nishi-san we talked about at the tea party? I’m planning to meet her to talk about the clerical work. We’re meeting at a café soon.”

“Come to think of it, you were super into the clerical stuff during the tea party, weren’t you, Narika?”

“Totally! It’s way more diverse than I imagined! It’s such an interesting job!”

Narika says with a pure, beaming smile.

“I’m thinking of tweaking my speech a bit, too. Aside from the president and vice president, the other officers are pretty much decided, so I figured it might be good to mention them.”

“Got it. Should we get everyone’s permission to use their names, then? Narika, you handle getting Nishi-san’s okay. I’ll check with Abeno-san and Yodogawa-kun.”

“That’d be a huge help!”

Including info about the other officers in the speech is a solid idea. It’s likely to grab the students’ attention. It also vibes well with Narika’s campaign promises, which focus on building connections.

I immediately pull out my smartphone and send messages to Abeno-san, the next treasurer, and Yodogawa, the next secretary.

Less than a minute later, a reply comes in from one of them.

“Alright, Abeno-san’s given the green light.”

“Whoa, that was fast. Wait, Izuki, when did you even exchange contact info with her…?”

“After the tea party the other day. Figured it might come in handy.”

Yodogawa might take a bit longer to respond, but he struck me as a polite guy. I’m sure he’ll get back to me by the end of the day.

“Still, Abeno-san… her texts are kinda cute, huh?”

“…Are they?”

“Yeah.”

I’d pegged Abeno-san as the serious type, but her reply had these adorable cat emojis. Maybe she’s secretly into cute stuff?

As I’m mulling this over, I suddenly notice Narika’s gone quiet.

“…”

“Narika?”

For some reason, Narika’s pouting, glaring at me with her lips pursed.

“…I’d really prefer if you didn’t call other girls cute in front of me.”

Her cheeks are faintly flushed as she says this.

I wasn’t expecting such blatant jealousy, and for a moment, I’m at a loss for words.

And, damn it… damn it, I can’t help but think Narika’s pretty cute right now.

“…Y-Yes, ma’am.”

The reply I manage to squeak out does little to hide my flustered state.

But Narika’s still sulking as she continues.

“You’ve been getting pretty chummy with Asahi-san lately, too…”

“No, it’s not like that with Asahi-san, we’re not—”

“But you don’t know how she feels about you, do you?”

When she puts it like that… I don’t have a comeback.

Still, there’s no way Asahi-san sees me that way… but saying that out loud probably won’t help my case.

Narika stops walking.

“Izuki, listen closely.”

Staring straight at me with a serious expression, she speaks.

“I’m human, too. So, one day, I might reach my limit.”

There’s an indescribable intensity in her words, and I nod silently.

“And if I can’t hold back anymore…”

“C-Can’t hold back…?”

As I echo her words, Narika slowly leans closer.

In the next moment, she grabs my cheeks with both hands and—

“I’ll steal your lips right here and now.”

She declares something incredibly embarrassing with the utmost seriousness.

“I-I’m sorry…”

I’ll have to be more careful not to push Narika to her breaking point.

But even as I’m reflecting, Narika doesn’t let go of my face.

“…Narika?”

“…”

“Narika? H-Hold on! You’re getting closer! Way too close!”

Wait, is she hitting her limit right now!?

As Narika’s face draws nearer, my mind races with all sorts of risks. We’re in the middle of the election period. With only a few days left in this critical stage, if a scandal breaks out and people mistakenly think Narika, the presidential candidate, and I, the vice-presidential candidate, are a couple—

(It’s over…!!)

It wouldn’t just tank our approval ratings.

I can already picture the students of this academy shouting, “Keep romance out of the election!” while protesting. The thought alone makes me want to cry. Me, specifically.

For Narika’s sake, I need to stay calm and talk her down.

Just as I resolve to do so—

“Miyakojima… senpai?”

A voice calls from the side, and I turn to look.

Standing there is Nishi-san, the very person Narika was supposed to meet to discuss clerical work.

“Um, are you two… in that kind of relationship?”

“No—wait, maybe it’d be better to just make it official and—”

“We’re not! We’re definitely not! Narika and I aren’t like that!!”

I frantically cut off Narika before she can jump to some wild conclusion.

“W-Wait, which is it? Who am I supposed to believe!?”

“Me! Believe me! Me, me, me!! Please trust me!”

“You’re sounding so desperate, it’s actually kinda suspicious…”

Then what am I supposed to do!?

“Besides, there’s that rumor about Tomonari-senpai being a bit of a player with women…”

“There’s what!?”

That’s the most shocking thing I’ve heard all year.

“Oh, but there’s also talk going around now that it was a misunderstanding. …Actually, until recently, there was this rumor that Tomonari-senpai came from a wealthy family and used his fortune to always have beautiful women around him.”

A rumor that was spreading until recently but has since died down.

I have a pretty good idea who’s behind it.

(Rintarou…!)

I clench my fist without thinking.

I might need to have a serious talk with that guy.

Sounds like he was running some serious smear campaign.

“But seeing you two like this, it kinda makes those rumors seem believable…”

“They’re not! They’re totally not true!!”

I shake my head as hard as I can, but Narika just gives me this dejected look.

“…You don’t have to deny it that hard.”

“Narika, just stay quiet for a bit…!!”

You’re making this way more complicated…!!

◆

The next day, after finally clearing up Nishi-san’s misunderstanding.

In the morning, I hand out flyers as usual, then meet up with Tennouji-san and Narika ten minutes before class starts.

We’re supposed to have a quick strategy meeting, but…

“…I-Izuki?”

“…”

“I’m sorry, okay? I went too far yesterday. So please don’t ignore me…!!”

I let out a sigh as Narika apologizes with teary eyes.

Well, she seems genuinely sorry, so I’ll let it slide. I wasn’t exactly tactful myself, so I’m partly to blame.

Noticing Tennouji-san’s curious look at our exchange, I shake my head slightly to signal “it’s nothing.”

“Tomonari-san. The plan we discussed—it’s set for after school today, correct?”

“Yes.”

I nod, and Tennouji-san flashes a sly grin.

“I must say, I was quite surprised by the strategy you shared last night, Tomonari-san. It’s unusually bold for you. But that’s exactly why it’s so thrilling.”

I knew Tennouji-san would get on board with it.

“…Watching Joutou-kun’s speech snapped me out of it.”

Joutou’s all-in speech had an overwhelming force that we couldn’t match.

But that’s exactly why I realized we can’t fight him on the same stage.

The question was, where’s our battlefield? After thinking it over, I reassessed what sets us apart from Joutou.

Takuma-san once said that Kiou Academy has two types of students: politician types and entrepreneur types.

Joutou is the politician type.

And us? We’re the entrepreneur type.

“Let’s fight this our way.”

We can’t win at politics.

So, we’ll take on the challenge as entrepreneurs.