“He’s gone,” Hoshizora Tsubasa muttered to herself as she glanced behind Hyunjin, who had already left.
She had intended to put Hyunjin in the important position of the chairman of the Disciplinary Committee and have him serve her. Yet, Hyunjin coolly told her to let him know if she needed help and then left the student council president’s office.
“You are an interesting person, Kim-kun,” she mused.
Was he truly willing to help regardless of profit or loss? That kind of behavior was rare. It was especially so for Tsubasa, who had long harbored memories of mistrusting people since childhood.
To believe in someone meant exposing oneself to hurt. Trusting others was something only a fool would do. Interpersonal relationships only gave others an excuse to inflict pain.
That was why Tsubasa never took the goodwill of others at face value. Someone would eventually break her heart.
Thus, what Kim-kun had said to her was nothing more than a polite facade for others.
Resolute in her conclusion, Tsubasa sneered at the ceiling.
“People always prioritize their own gain,” she muttered.
Hyunjin’s association with Amelia must have been for his own benefit. True self-sacrifice for others was impossible.
Memories from her elementary school days flooded back. Tsubasa, envied by female classmates for her popularity with boys, had been the target of relentless bullying, or “ijime.”
This experience cemented her belief that trusting others was foolish. Over the years, this conviction only grew stronger.
“This is absurd. It’s not even worth thinking about,” Tsubasa muttered as she gathered a stack of papers. She organized them and stood up, ensuring she wouldn’t be late for class.
***
[Hyunjin’s POV]
After my conversation with Tsubasa, I headed back to the classroom. However, as soon as I arrived, I sensed a strange tension in the air.
My seatmate, Kiba Sojuro, seemed particularly restless.
“Hey, Kiba,” I called out.
“Oh! Hyunjin! What kind of conversation did you have with the student council president?”
“Nothing important,” I replied.
“Don’t keep secrets from me! Spill it! What did you talk about with the president?”
“Why should I?” I asked, smirking.
“Ugh… Fine. I’ll let it slide this time,” Sojuro grumbled, scratching his head.
“So, Kiba, what’s going on?”
“Ah, Kim-kun, you’re late and clueless as usual. They’re electing a new class representative!”
“A new class representative?” I asked, surprised.
“Yeah. The one before was just a temporary class representative for the past month. It’s time to choose someone permanent,” Sojuro explained.
“That makes sense.”
The interim class representative was Ohana. She had stepped into the role with mild enthusiasm and a strong sense of dedication.
In the original story, Ohana was also the class representative. Characters like her—timid and unable to refuse requests—always seemed to end up in such roles in love comedies.
Interacting with Ohana made me realize something. While it was easy to read her as a simple character, in reality, she bore more burdens than she let on. It wasn’t something she did out of choice.
Perhaps someone better suited to the role should take her place.
“Hey, Kiba. Why don’t you run for class representative?” I suggested casually.
Sojuro’s eyes lit up, and he raised a thumb with an exaggerated grin.
“Oh! Class representative! That sounds like a fun experience! All right, I’ll do it!”
His loud declaration caught the attention of our classmates.
“What’s going on, Kiba-kun? Kim-kun? Something interesting?” Ryunosuke asked with his usual calm demeanor.
“All I can say is, I’m running for class representative, Natsuki!” Sojuro proclaimed dramatically.
“Really?” Ryunosuke asked, smiling faintly, the quintessential love comedy protagonist.
Sojuro, as always, fed off the energy and continued with gusto.
“If I become class representative, I’ll form alliances with the other representatives!”
“What’s next?” Ryunosuke asked, amused.
“Unite with them to challenge the student council’s authority!”
“Like the Warring States period in Japanese history?”
“As expected of my soulmate, Natsuki! You understand me so well!”
As I quietly listened to the two of them, the whole situation felt like something out of a romantic comedy.
Ryunosuke smiled faintly, matching Sojuro’s rhythm effortlessly. His personality often made me think he was indeed suited to be the protagonist of a love comedy—kind, patient, and always ready to respond to even the most nonsensical remarks with good humor.
“By the way,” I interjected, “Homeroom hasn’t even started yet. So how did you know about that, Kiba?”
With a mischievous grin, Sojuro raised a finger dramatically. “Whoops! Don’t underestimate this body of knowledge! Before coming into the classroom, I happened to pass by the teachers’ office and overheard them fretting over the need to choose a new class representative!”
“Isn’t that just… eavesdropping?” I asked with a skeptical look, delivering a dry remark.
Sojuro snapped his gaze to me, an indignant expression on his face. “Eavesdropping? How dare you accuse me of such a thing! The mighty Kiba Sojuro does not stoop to mere eavesdropping!”
“No, you definitely eavesdropped,” I countered flatly.
Ryunosuke chimed in with a chuckle, “That’s true. Kiba-kun, this one’s on you.”
“This master’s hearing is simply exceptional!” Sojuro declared, puffing out his chest with mock pride. “Don’t accuse me of eavesdropping, or people will think I’m some kind of villain!”
“Well, homeroom’s about to start anyway,” I said, shaking my head in amusement at Sojuro’s theatrics.
As the conversation went on, I felt eyes on me. Turning subtly, I noticed Amelia Iori Lionheart and Ohana Kamiyama watching me.
Even so, Amelia’s gaze was one thing, but Ohana’s? I couldn’t figure it out.
“Come on, everyone! Sorry for being late!”
The lively voice belonged to our homeroom teacher, Himekawa Akiko.
As soon as she entered, her feet caught on something, and she tumbled forward, rolling a couple of times before landing with a soft thud.
“Ouch…” she mumbled, standing up while brushing herself off.
Akiko-sensei always tried to act like nothing had happened, but her clumsiness was endearing. Though small in stature—barely taller than a junior high school student—she had an energetic presence that kept the class engaged.
Standing on a small box to reach the desk, she addressed us.
“Recently, there’ve been reports of bullies roaming the streets at night. So, dismissal from school will be slightly earlier for now. Everyone, be careful!”
“Teacher! We’re not elementary school kids! We can handle ourselves!”
“Ehehe… Is that so?” she replied, laughing nervously.
Despite her quirks, Akiko-sensei was genuinely charming.
Though I’ll tell you, I’m definitely not a lolicon.
Akiko-sensei is just cute, it’s okay to call her that since she’s old, right?
How cute!
Soon, she brought up the topic Sojuro and I had been discussing earlier.
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