When someone is asked about how they want to live their life in school, there are two possible answers.

-I want to have an active social life, lots of friends, maybe a beautiful girlfriend, and enjoy 100% of my youth.

The typical response of an ordinary person. It's not a bad thing, but it depends on each person's perspective.

-I want this suffering called school to end so I can go home and not have to see any of my classmates. I really detest them.

Similar to the previous response, opinions are divided, but a group of students thinks this way.

Now, if you ask me which of these two thoughts is mine, I must go for the third option.

You might wonder, "What is that third option?" It's simple: go with the flow, as fighting to escape is impossible. In short, surrender and let yourself be carried away by the current.

I know, that sounded very vague on my part.

Why do I think as if my situation were the worst in the world, or impossible to deal with?

Am I exaggerating?

I think that will depend on each person's opinion.

You see, since I entered Sobu High, I aimed for a quiet and monotonous life, but that didn't last a day.

Part of me also didn't expect much from it.

Making excuses that fate hates me is pointless, as I am aware that all my actions have had consequences. Initially, I didn't think too much about it, wanted to attribute it to the whims of fate, but a part of me knew that it wasn't like that, no matter how much you lie to yourself, you will always know the truth.

Maybe this would be a good time to have a flashback about my entire life or the decisions that led me to this moment. If it were a book, maybe 40 to 50 pages of pure memories, but I'll pass on that since I don't have all the time in the world for it.

At this moment, classes have already ended, so it's time for clubs, although I'm on the rooftop lost in my thoughts.

I don't have a specific reason to be here; I just wanted to be in a quiet place for calmness, ironically.

Wouldn't it be better to be in the service club if I'm looking for a calm environment?

That would have been before, well, a few weeks ago, as since two new members joined, peace is nonexistent in that place.

An endless war would be the most accurate definition.

Is there a culprit?

If I think about it, if I had gone with Yumiko at that moment, explained everything, and returned to the club the next day, I'm sure my somewhat monotonous days would have stayed that way. But here, the stupid number one at Sobu High had the great idea of observing everything because it seemed entertaining.

Do I regret it?

I don't even know the answer to that.

Maybe some are confused about how I express myself about a situation I haven't given details about.

But here I am, talking to myself as if there were someone listening to my thoughts, so I'm not that sane.

I really need someone to talk to about this, but unfortunately, there's no one to share my thoughts with. That's why acting as if I were telling someone based on my thoughts is my only way to unwind a bit.

A psychologist?

I have bad experiences with psychologists. If they're all as crazy as she is, I'd rather keep doing it my way.

Returning to the reason I came to this place to think, since Yumiko and Kawasaki joined the service club, the afternoons haven't been as quiet as before.

The norm is for each one to be busy with their own affairs.

Yukinoshita reading her books with a cat cover.

Me with my various novels.

Yumiko on her cellphone.

Kawasaki also using her phone.

Doesn't that sound bad?

Let me tell you, you're wrong on many points.

Is it so bad to be surrounded by the three most beautiful girls at Sobu High?

It is, in too many points, as relying on their appearance is a serious mistake.

Why not act as if I have a harem being in a club with beautiful girls?

I highly doubt that any guy with that idea would last more than half an hour in the service club before fleeing for his life.

Am I exaggerating?

I challenge you to go to that place and try to prevent Yumiko and Yukinoshita from arguing. If you manage to do that, you'll earn my respect. Is it that difficult?

Too many memories from the past week come to mind, but I really don't want to remember it.

At this point, I'm debating whether to warn Hikigaya to write a good report. He doesn't know that the place he's supposed to go to has turned into a constant war zone.

Well, it was my fault, so there's no other choice.

Try to confront Yumiko or call her attention? I challenge you to do it. I'm sure that the moment you raise your voice, you'll see Kawasaki's shadow move towards you and take you down in one swift motion. She has become Yumiko's bodyguard; every queen must have one. Yumiko can behave however she wants, tease others, but she has two people backing her up.

I'm aware that this may have worsened because of me, but I still appreciate her. So, even if she is the one to initiate a conflict, I won't hesitate to take down the other party. Is my behavior wrong? You're right; always indulging Yumiko and fulfilling all her whims made her too arrogant. She doesn't hesitate to confront others without any fear.

According to what Ebina told me, whenever Yumiko and the others go to different places, there are always idiots trying to flirt with them. Yumiko doesn't hesitate to confront or insult them, even if the other party seems like a bad guy. On more than one occasion, some idiot tried to do something physical against her, but that only resulted in that idiot being knocked out by Kawasaki.

Am I also guilty of this? 50/50.I am aware that since the two became friends,, I could find a way to not always be with them, so I tried to make Kawasaki like a type of bodyguard for Yumiko.

Do I overvalue Kawasaki too much? Get one of her punches, and you'll know the answer. In short, I tried to make Kawasaki my replacement to avoid spending too much time with them.

Of course, I go out with them on some occasions, but doing it every day? My mental stability will thank me for getting out of that situation. So, Yumiko being too arrogant is my fault. That's why having Kawasaki around was the best option, also helping her avoid certain very annoying situations.

Yumiko won't listen to others, except her friends, so Kawasaki's rational part is welcome. And thanks to that, Kawasaki is a relief for me in the club.

The service club can be a quiet place as well as a war zone. There are moments when everyone is in their own things, forgetting about others, like moments when a simple joke can make Yumiko and Yukinoshita argue and exchange indirects.

Partly, I'm grateful that Kawasaki doesn't join the fray, although she does when Yumiko is overpowered by Yukinoshita. Me? I'm in the middle; I don't support anyone.

I prefer to stay out of any argument because when I join, it worsens in every way.

Does my presence have such influence? The president of my club doesn't have the best opinion of me. Yumiko is the opposite, and Kawasaki knows me well enough to know that both are right.

So, if I become the topic of conversation, things escalate to another level. A dense protagonist of a romance series? I'm sorry to say that I'm always aware of others' emotions. Appearing like an idiot is just for fun; being upset or stressed all day doesn't suit me.

For that reason, I got myself a 'girlfriend' to pass the time. A cute girl who listens to everything you say and takes your words as absolute truth. What more could I ask for?

The dates I had with her were pleasant, but unfortunately, those dates didn't escalate further, whether it's interrupted calls or her not feeling so willing.

Of course, there will come a time when she's no longer useful; this will end. Am I a heartless jerk for deceiving everyone? Who knows.

The only thing I know is that I'll do everything possible to maintain the status quo in my relationships.

Will there be a moment when all my actions come back to me? I'm sure there will be, as karma exists, and I am the most suitable person to pay the price for my deeds.

I stretched my arms while yawning.

I guess I've had enough time by myself, so it's time to go to the club.

I'd prefer to stay all day in this place, but that would get me scolded when I meet them.

With that in mind, I embarked on my journey to the service club.

I appreciate that things are calm for now.

Yukinoshita welcomed me with some words when I arrived late, while Yumiko just greeted me as usual.

I just nodded to everything and focused on my reading.

If things were like this most of the time, this place would be much more enjoyable.

Although I won't lie to say that watching them argue is partly entertaining, but if it happens too often, it's no longer as fun.

Since Yumiko and Kawasaki joined together, we haven't had a new client, so officially the competition score is tied, data obtained from Hiratsuka-sensei, along with a punch in the stomach for my words that day; seeing her flee like a tomato was quite hilarious.

Although if she remains single after I graduate from Sobu High, I guess the idea of getting married isn't so bad.

Since Hiratsuka-sensei is an older woman, someone who knows how the world really is, she doesn't have a childish idea of things, although it doesn't seem like it sometimes.

While thinking about it, the sound of the door caught my attention. After several weeks, we finally have a client. Hiratsuka-sensei never knocks on the door.

"Come in."

Yukinoshita put away her book and focused her gaze on our next client. Yumiko and Kawasaki also looked in the direction of the door.

"Yukinoshita-san, good afternoon."

To my surprise, our client is Shiromeguri-senpai.

I haven't seen her since the cultural festival, although there's no reason for me to encounter a student from a higher grade.

"Shiromeguri-senpai, it's a pleasure to have you."

"I feel the same, Tsurumi-kun." Senpai took a seat in front of us. There's no need for so much formality since she is welcome to the service club at any time.

Unlike the other girls who call me that way, I really find it pleasant the way she says it.

For some reason, I feel like I'm being stared at, but I'll ignore those accusatory looks.

Shiromeguri-senpai focused on the two new members. She seemed curious about our two new clubmates.

"Pleasure, I'm Shiromeguri Meguri. Second-year, student council secretary."

As expected of someone so cultured and reserved, Senpai introduces herself elegantly to her kohais, which should be the other way around.

I should scold those two for their lack of manners toward our seniors.

Am I being hypocritical?

I only get along with two senpais, one is the president of the cooking club and Shiromeguri, so the rest can go to hell.

I'm being respectful to my elders; it has nothing to do with finding my seniors attractive or how Shiromeguri-senpai is so pleasant, graceful, cute, kind, and good.

Also, her slender figure, not large breasts but not as small as the president of my club, her thighs look soft and firm, the skirt helps you notice that. I'd like to see her with her hair down like during the cultural festival, but it seems she likes to have her hair in two ponytails. I don't complain; she still looks beautiful.

"Pleased to meet you, Shiromeguri-senpai. I'm Miura Yumiko, a first-year."

"I feel the same. I'm Kawasaki Saki, also a first-year."

Their responses brought me back to reality. I can really get lost in my thoughts easily. I should try to change that.

"Pleased to meet you. So, they must be new members, right?"

"That's correct. Due to an unforeseen situation, both are now part of the service club."

Yukinoshita stayed on the sidelines during this time, although her gaze on me during the introduction may have bothered her. It's not like I want to take on the role of the club president.

"Having more members is always good; it helps liven up the club." Shiromeguri-senpai said this with a big and radiant smile.

If she says so, it must be true. At this moment, I regret completely my thoughts on the rooftop. Nothing better than having new comrades to build bonds.

Having thoughts of a kohai in love with his senpai is also entertaining. I find her attractive and cute, but falling in love is another matter.

In reality, I don't care, but getting a bit into the role makes things entertaining.

Can one deceive their own thoughts?

Who knows. Although I think I've been doing this for a long time.

"So, Shiromeguri-senpai, how can we assist you?"

Noticing that we still hadn't discussed anything relevant, I decided to initiate the formal conversation.

Although I can make an educated guess, with only a week and a half left until the student council president election, discounting tomorrow as a holiday, Saturday and Sunday, there are 6 days left.

"As you may know, the student council election is approaching." She looked in my direction. "I haven't made it public yet, but I've decided to run as a candidate for the position of student council president."

I'm sure she would have done it even if I hadn't suggested it, but it's good to know that things are proceeding as usual.

"If Shiromeguri-senpai becomes the student council president, I'm sure the position will be in good hands."

For once, I agree with Yukinoshita; there is no one more suitable for the position than our senpai.

"I feel the same. I'd be more comfortable if someone with her capability held the position." I said in my usual tone.

Yumiko and Kawasaki just observed, as they had never spoken to Senpai before, it was expected that they would observe before saying anything.

"I'm glad to have your support, which is why I came to ask for help in creating some flyers and posters for my candidacy."

Sobu High is huge, so one person wouldn't be able to handle too much work.

Although there's something I wonder about.

"By the way, Shiromeguri-senpai, are you the only candidate?"

I remember discussing this with Yukinoshita in one of our conversations; she mentioned that you need about 30 signatures from students to be able to run, and knowing Shiromeguri-senpai, she must have met that requirement without a problem.

"There are two other candidates, one is the treasurer of the current student council, but I don't know the other person well."

So it's a competition among the three of them; the winner takes the prize.

A battle that already has a predetermined winner.

"So, we just need to help you with creating flyers and similar material, right?"

Yumiko was the first to speak.

"That's correct." Senpai replied with a smile.

A common request, not so entertaining, but there's no choice but to accept it.

"No problem with that; the service club will be happy to offer you our support."

With our president's confirmation, our goal was decided.

There was no reason to reject her request; both Yukinoshita and I are grateful to her, so whatever her request, we would accept it.

"I appreciate it. Regarding the materials, I was planning to buy them tomorrow, taking advantage of the fact that it is a holiday, so we could start the day after."

Shiromeguri-senpai is not someone who would take advantage of the student council or use her position for personal gain, so all of this would come from her own pocket. She's too good for this corrupt society.

If she runs for the Prime Minister of Japan, she has my vote.

"You don't have to worry about it; the service club can also take care of getting the materials and everything necessary to fulfill your request." I said confidently.

"Really?" Shiromeguri-senpai fixed her gaze on me.

"It's the least we could do for you." I said while also smiling at her in the process.

"Thank you very much, Tsurumi-kun." Seeing her smile full of confidence and happiness makes me feel like I'm looking at an angel.

I felt three pairs of eyes on me, but I ignored them. It's the best decision.

"I'll come back when we return to classes to start preparations." She said cheerfully.

After saying this, Shiromeguri-senpai said her goodbyes and left the club.

"Raiden, am I imagining things, or did you act very differently than usual?" I could feel Yumiko's gaze on me, as if she were looking for some strange pattern in me.

"Is that so? I feel like I acted as usual, and besides, I have a debt to Shiromeguri-senpai, so don't think too much about it." I said with an indifferent tone.

"Is that it?" It's obvious she wouldn't believe me so easily.

"You can ask Yukinoshita if you want."

Yumiko focused her attention on Yukinoshita, and with no choice but to be included in the conversation, she had to respond.

"Both Tsurumi-kun and I are grateful to Shiromeguri-senpai, so his behavior could be considered normal."

Yumiko just narrowed her eyes, but accepted it; it's not like she has another option.

"By the way, Tsurumi-kun, you were very generous offering the service club to cover all the materials, although I don't have a problem with that."

I doubt Yukinoshita ever has money problems.

"So, will we contribute part of the total?" Kawasaki asked.

"I have no reason to pay for others, but if Raiden is in debt to Shiromeguri-senpai, there's no choice."

I assumed everyone would agree with my decision, but I never thought about asking them for money or expecting them to pay.

"If that's the case, we have to calculate an average cost of the materials to divide the amount."

As expected, Yukinoshita has already taken charge, a typical characteristic of hers.

"Before you get your hopes up, I proposed that on my own. I don't need help with the expenses."

"That you volunteered to do it all, that's rare." Yukinoshita looked thoughtful, as if she were thinking that I had been replaced by someone else.

"I'm still the same; don't make more of it than it is. I just want to do it, that's all."

"So if Tsurumi is paying for everything, all that's left is to meet up to buy it, right?" Kawasaki said, contributing to the conversation. She's a woman of few words, except for exceptions.

"It's not necessary; I'll do it too, so I'm the only one doing it. You girls enjoy your day off, as I'm bad at making drawings and posters, so I'll leave that job to you."

"It seemed strange, but now it all makes sense. You offered to do the easiest part to avoid the work." Yukinoshita said while looking at me intently.

"Was I that obvious?" I said in a mocking tone.

Yukinoshita just brought a hand to her temple.

"Are you sure you don't need help, Raiden?"

From her tone, it's obvious she wants to accompany me. Normally, I wouldn't oppose the idea, but three's a crowd.

"I'm fine on my own, and it's on the way since I'm going to buy novels. By the way, Yukinoshita, a list of the materials wouldn't hurt."

"Didn't you say you'd take care of everything?"

"I know nothing about that topic, and I only volunteered to buy and pay for it. I never specified what materials."

"Really, you're not going to change, are you?"

"I told you the day I joined, I'm fine as I am." I said arrogantly.

"There's no point in arguing about it; let's make the list, and you'll take care of buying it." She gave up.

"I'm perfectly fine with that."

With this settled, all the club members began to give ideas while Yukinoshita wrote down the most relevant and necessary materials.

I guess it will take us until the end of the club's time.

There's no better sound than the bell indicating that you're free from school, at least for today. That's my thought, as I have to go somewhere before heading home.

"Today we did something productive." Yumiko yawned as she packed her things.

"After several weeks of doing nothing, it feels strange." I completely understand Kawasaki's words.

"We've finished the list of materials, so it depends on Tsurumi-kun to get everything needed. And if you can't do it, I should seriously consider replacing you with an animal if you can't fulfill such an easy task."

"Your words are, as always, pleasant to hear, but don't worry, I'm sure Kuro will be happy to attend in my place."

"I can assure you that Kuro-kun could do a better job."

Reduced to a lower level than my pet, the irony of life.

"As if I'd let Kuro get close to you; excessive fan of cats.''

"Huh? I think I heard wrong how you called me. Could you repeat it, Miura-san?"

"I'd be happy to."

I waved my hands as a signal to Kawasaki.

"Miura, you know very well that Yuigahama and Ebina are waiting for us. Don't make this longer than it needs to be."

Kawasaki grabbed her wrist and started dragging her out of the classroom.

"Wait, I haven't told her yet. Don't drag me like I'm the ..."

That way, Kawasaki took Yumiko out of the club.

It's time to go home, so if these two start arguing, they'll make things longer than they should be. Although technically Yumiko wasn't wrong, Yukinoshita is a big fan of cats. The topic about Kuro came up several days ago, as I was talking with Yumiko, she mentioned Kuro, and that made Yukinoshita join the conversation. It was only for a day, but that girl developed immense affection for my cat. That sparked a discussion, and I had to explain how Yukinoshita knew Kuro, as Yumiko thought I brought Yukinoshita to my house. It was a mess.

"Seriously, Miura-san is too childish." Yukinoshita sighed as she said this.

"I'm sure you're not the most suitable person to say that when you play along."

"You're wrong; I just stand firm in my position."

"It's the same thing."

Although she wants to act mature, she's still a high school girl.

"Don't make me think that your brain capacity can't even understand the situation."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. By the way, can you give me the club keys? I have to talk to Hiratsuka-sensei, and it's on my way."

I have a favor to cash in. I thought Yukinoshita wouldn't hesitate, but now she's looking at me as if I were the worst criminal in the world. Seriously, that girl is a nuisance.

"Before you think I'm going to commit criminal acts inside the classroom, I have to tell you that I can enter the club without the keys. My skills are useful for those things."

"I don't know if I should feel relieved about that or worry because you admitted that you have the skills of a thief to pick locks."

"I don't have such a skill."

"Oh?"

"I'll just kick the door down."

"I should have expected that; things that require skill and caution are impossible for you."

"Thanks for those words; they boost my self-esteem." I said with a sarcastic tone.

"We both know that's not true." She sighed after saying this.

I just put on an arrogant smile at that.

"Take it as my good deed of the day."

"By this point, I doubt giving a key to someone else will be interpreted as a good deed, but being you, that might be your basic reasoning."

With both of us agreeing in our own way, we left the club. Yukinoshita locked it, then handed me the key.

"If Hiratsuka-sensei says you never gave her the key, I'll seriously consider replacing you with Kuro-kun."

"I appreciate you too, Yukinoshita."

With the key in my possession, I started my way to the teachers' room.

"See you, Yukinoshita." I raised my left hand in a farewell gesture as I turned my back.

"See you, Tsurumi-kun."

It became a small habit to say goodbye in this way. Something that is relatively normal, but initially, it never happened, so it just shows that we can tolerate each other in our own way.

I stopped thinking about it and kept walking, but before going to Hiratsuka-sensei, I went to the vending machines and bought some Max Caffe cans. I don't remember if there are any at home, but this way, I save myself a trip to the store once I get home.

After a sweet energy recharge, I resumed my journey.

Within a few minutes, I reached my destination. Normally, at this hour, there are few teachers still at school, so to speak, Hiratsuka-sensei is almost the only one still at the school.

Thus, I opened the door slowly and entered silently. It's fun to tease her.

Once inside, I could see her. She was at one of the desks, reviewing what seemed to be modern Japanese practices.

"I feel like I'll never finish this, but I don't want to take work home." She complained.

Sometimes I forget that the work of a teacher or an office job is exhausting. But, it will be my job in the future too. A life as an overworked office employee with an ill-tempered boss, I've projected myself into the future.

"Come on, Shizuka, there are only about 20 more essays left to review, and you'll be able to go home. Besides, tomorrow is a holiday, so you can relax at home."

Encouraging oneself is a good way to face things. I often do it too, but seeing someone else doing it is strange in a way.

"One more effort, and that's it." She stretched her arms while yawning. "I guess I earned one of these." She took out a cigarette box from a drawer.

I've told her many times, but some people never listen.

I walked slowly towards her and touched her left shoulder. She turned her face in that direction, but there was no one.

I took advantage of that opening to grab her cigarette box and return to my position.

"That was strange." She said with some doubt.

But when Hiratsuka-sensei looked at her desk, her cigarette box disappeared. "I'm sure I put it on the table." She started looking for it with her eyes.

"What are you looking for, Hiratsuka-sensei?" I said with an innocent tone.

"My cigarette box, I don't remember where I ..."

She stopped abruptly, but still didn't turn towards me. My voice isn't so difficult to recognize.

Every time I see her smoking, I usually snatch her cigarettes. I told her many times, smoking is bad, although I have a divided opinion about alcohol, after all, in my previous life, I used to drink frequently. But I always avoided nicotine.

Maybe it has something to do with my grandfather dying from lung cancer. Being very young, I always saw my grandfather smoking, so at the age of 12, seeing him in bed with a respirator was shocking. Even in this life, I share that idea from my past life.

"I mean, some notes I had here." She said quickly.

"I see, then I'll throw this box of cigarettes that doesn't belong to you into the trash."

She turned her chair towards me and stood up to take the cigarette box from my hands, but with a move, I avoided her grasp.

"Tsurumi, this is the fifth time this week that you've taken my cigarette box. This time, I won't allow it."

She got on guard to recover her precious nicotine. If I remember correctly, I snatched her cigarette box five times. During my lunch hour or free time, I come for a visit, or sometimes Hiratsuka goes to the club, so I agilely take her cigarette box from her gown.

What can I say? I'm good at taking other people's things.

"We both know that won't happen." I said arrogantly. I squeezed my fist holding the cigarette box, destroying them before they could be opened.

After seeing her precious being destroyed, she returned to her seat.

"You know that destroying other people's property is a crime, right?"

"I don't care."

I took my wallet and took out a 2000 yen bill.

"This should cover the cost, use it for something other than cigarettes." She's right about something; she spends money buying her cigarettes, but I destroy them, so it's an economic loss for her.

Hiratsuka-sensei was surprised by this but rejected the money.

"I couldn't take money from a student."

"Are you sure? I have no problem with that."

"Don't make me repeat it."

"If you say so." I put the money back in my wallet.

"Let's forget about that. So, what business do you have here? You're not the kind of person who would come to pay a visit after the club hour."

"That's correct. I came to give you the keys to the service club."

"That's strange. Yukinoshita is usually the one who comes for this." Her doubt is normal.

"I was passing by, so I offered to do it. Don't overthink it."

"I see. So what's the other reason?"

"Shiromeguri-senpai is going to run for the position of student council president, so the service club will help her with her campaign."

Hiratsuka-sensei smiled at this.

"That's good. I know Shiromeguri; she's very capable, and I'm sure she'll do a good job."

"I know, I feel the same way, but as you know, to do everything related to the advertising campaign, you need a lot of materials, and that's where you come in."

"Huh? Why would I have to pay for all that?" Hiratsuka-sensei said tilting her head in doubt.

"If I remember correctly, that day we made a little bet, and you lost. In fact, you ran out of the club before agreeing on the terms."

Hiratsuka-sensei's face darkened at the memory.

"I should have listened to the girls; you're not someone to bet with."

"I know, I only do it when I'm sure I'll win." I said arrogantly. Bets are a 50% chance of winning, but I don't like to lose, so I only do it when the odds are 99% in my favor.

Hiratsuka-sensei just sighed since she had no alternative to refuse.

"Fine, I'll pay for all the materials, but with that, the punishment for the bet is complete."

"I have no problem with that."

"Then what things are necessary?"

"Yukinoshita and the others have taken care of that." I handed her the list that contained everything needed. "That's all; don't forget to bring all the materials by the day after tomorrow."

After saying this, I turned around and began walking towards the exit. There's nothing better than favors; it saves me from having to go out and buy all that stuff and the cost.

When I thought that tomorrow I could have the whole day off, Hiratsuka-sensei's hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Do you think you can delegate all the work to me and get away with it so easily?"

"Actually, yes." I said with my usual tone. Asking to go with her directly would look strange, so I chose another alternative.

"Normally, I would have accepted this, but your arrogant and confident attitude annoys me, especially since this week you took it upon yourself to destroy all my cigarettes. So the least you can do is accompany me. Or do you plan to send a maiden to do your work?"

"I don't see the maiden you're talking about; you didn't mean I'm sending an old..."

Hiratsuka-sensei moved her fist inches from my face.

"What were you saying?" Her tone of voice is too terrifying.

Things are easier to achieve when you make the other party say it. Now I just need to buy something, but I'm not sure what it could be. Seriously, that girl is a nuisance. Because of her, I had to change plans, but in the end, I still managed to get what I initially thought of, so it's not a bad result.

"I'll be happy to accompany you. I had nothing better to do tomorrow. It's not like I have many novels pending to read."

"It's easier when you cooperate." She nodded.

"So, can you remove your fist from my face? I feel like I'm being threatened."

"You must be joking. I might believe that from a normal student, but you don't fall into that category."

"Thanks for pointing out that I'm not normal." I said sarcastically.

"Someone normal wouldn't blink in this situation." She has a good point.

"I know you; you can be many things, but you would never seriously go against a student." Sensei may have unorthodox ways of teaching, but she's not one to hit a student. Unless one brings it upon themselves. But on my part, I can deal with that.

"You got me." She returned to her seat.

"Well, Hiratsuka-sensei, where do we meet tomorrow? Or do I have to pick you up as if you were a student? This day was already exhausting, so I want to go home."

"Hmm, the park near Sobu High is a good place, so let's meet at 3."

"That's fine. Then I'll take my leave for today." I made a small bow.

"See you tomorrow, Tsurumi." Sensei turned her chair and prepared to continue with the essays that needed reviewing.

Being a teacher is difficult and tiring; everyone has their way of relaxing to counteract this. I guess doing things on occasion isn't so harmful.

"Hiratsuka-sensei!"

"Now what?" She turned to me.

"For you." I threw one of the cigarettes from the box I destroyed; I took it out before crushing it.

She put on a smile when she caught it.

"In the end, you're not so inconsiderate, huh?"

"Smoking on certain occasions isn't a bad thing, but doing it every day is different, am I wrong?"

She looked away. I'll take it as a declaration of guilt.

"See you tomorrow, Sensei." I left the teachers' room after saying this.

It seems I have a date with Hiratsuka-sensei tomorrow; I guess it's not as bad as it seems.

My morning is simple as my body has adapted to my daily routine.

I go for a run and exercise, then return home for a shower and breakfast before heading to school; something that has become a regular part of my day. However, today being a holiday, I swap going to school for returning to my room to read or use my consoles to pass the time.

After killing time, I check the clock; it's almost lunchtime. Since it's a holiday, my parents are at home, so we're fortunate to have a family lunch on a non-weekend day. Of course, others are still working on the holiday, but my mother, in a good position, doesn't need to join them. Meanwhile, my father put in extra hours to finish pending work and enjoy the day off.

While my father had the option of a promotion, he's not one for direct meetings and business trips, as he put it: "I'm happy with my current job. My salary is more than I expected initially, and I have good colleagues to grab a drink with after work. Taking that promotion would mean changing my routine, and I'm not as good at dealing with others as your mother."

One day, out of curiosity, I asked him why he refused the promotion, and he explained, "Currently, we lack nothing. We have a big house, Rumi and you are in your respective schools, and both your mother and I have our own cars. Even Kuro has a big cat house, so more money would be unnecessary."

In a typical Japanese family, the husband works while the wife takes care of the children and the house. In our case, both my parents work, ensuring I lack nothing. We can afford to travel anytime, and with my part-time job covering my personal expenses, there's no need for additional income.

If we were facing a financial crisis, I'm sure my father would accept the promotion without hesitation; he's a family man, after all. Despite the positives, the downside is the limited time my parents spend at home, and they were often absent during my childhood and my sister's. However, I don't harbor resentment; I understand they work to provide for us.

I never complained as a child, and I've made it clear to Rumi, preventing her from developing any resentment toward our parents. My childhood wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either.

I put these thoughts aside as I headed downstairs.

On the first floor, I saw the dishes on the table and my mother finishing preparing lunch in the kitchen. My father was already seated, but my lovely sister was absent; holidays usually meant spending time at a friend's house with other girls.

I exchanged a quick glance with my father and headed to the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help with?" I asked.

"No need, just sit at the table; we're about to eat." She replied in a calm tone.

My seemingly apathetic behavior toward my parents may give the wrong impression, but my mother, in particular, doesn't like me to help.

She believes I've already done enough since I was young; raising my younger sister, excelling in my studies, and that time I went to find Rumi when she got lost.

So, on the days she's around, she avoids giving me more work. In essence, she spoils me, but she'll scold me if I do something wrong. Mothers will be mothers.

I returned to the dining room and took a seat. "How are your studies?" My father asked.

"Seriously? Out of all the questions, you choose the most cliché one. Put in a bit more effort." I teased.

He sighed. "I just wanted to sound like a regular dad."

"We both know that's not a word that can define you." I mocked him a bit since my father is unique in his own way.

"I'll change the question. Anything good or interesting happening to you?" He asked.

"Nothing for now, just the basic and common things that typically happen in the life of an average student."

"We both know that word doesn't fit you."

"Touché."

I had to admit; he knew what to say at the right moment.

"Your old man is still as sharp as in his golden days. Don't underestimate me, Raiden."

"I'll keep that in mind, Ryu."

It's strange to refer to your parents by their names, but it's a custom we have among ourselves. Of course, we only do this at home; Japanese society is very strict about respecting elders.

"Both of you, if you've finished chatting, express your gratitude before eating."

As we conversed, my mother finished setting the table, then she took a seat next to my father, and I sat across from them. After thanking for the meal, we proceeded to savor it. As expected, my mother's cooking is delicious.

In this way, the three of us ate in silence until everything on the table was finished. Rule number 1: no talking during meals; any topics are discussed before or after.

My mother is kind and calm, but she's more terrifying than anything I've seen in my two lives. So, if you don't want to see her bad side, it's better to follow the rules.

"The food was delicious."

"I agree."

My father was the first to speak, so I decided to follow suit.

"Obviously, considering I'm the one who cooked!" My mother said proudly. "By the way, Raiden, when are you bringing your friends over? I'd like to meet them."

"I didn't know you had friends; that sounds interesting."

My parents are good at joining in when it comes to asking questions.

"I feel like doing that would be more troublesome than it seems, and I'm sure you'd want to ask questions that wouldn't be very easy to answer, so I'd prefer not to do it."

"So, is my son a ladies' man who doesn't want to introduce them to his parents?"

"It's strange coming from you; you always said things like having friendships and such were unnecessary."

My father still remembers my elementary school days when I once said that having friends is unnecessary because over time, you lose contact with them, and everything goes back to how it was before meeting them. I still hold onto some of that thinking, but with certain modifications.

"Like I said, they're just friends in the complete sense of the word. If I wanted a girlfriend, I'd have one, but I don't want one. It's a waste of time."

"Denying your emotions, how cute. Is that called Tsundere?"

"I think that's the right term. You also say something like, 'that gift wasn't for you' as you look away and quickly walk away." My father said mockingly to play along with my mother.

Sometimes, I forget that these two are not the typical parents who are disconnected from modern terms. Both of them are a headache when they team up against me.

"I'll say it again; at the moment, I don't want a relationship with a girl. It's problematic in many ways."

"You should have started with that. Don't worry, you're my son; I won't judge you for your preferences. In fact, I'll support you."

What is she saying?

"Raiden, as your father, I'll support you in everything. It's not a problem if you don't like women."

I facepalmed.

"I won't ask why they came to that conclusion since apparently, I could convey that with my words, but I like women. Besides, I have a date later."

"I never thought you'd say those words; I'm proud." My mother wiped away the non-existent tear from her eyes.

"You have everything you need. Do you need money?" My father took out his wallet.

"Why are you acting like normal parents now?"

"We're just ordinary parents."

"That's right, we're a normal family."

"I can think of too many things to deny those words, but it's going to be a headache, so I'll pass."

I can't deny it; I have a good relationship with my parents. I know that's normal, but it doesn't always happen, so I feel fortunate to have been born into this family.

"That's why you're so well-dressed. I found it odd that you were wearing the clothes I bought recently, not your usual sweatshirts."

"It must be part of his growth, trying to look pleasing to the eye."

I would like to deny their words, but they are partly right. Before coming down, I changed into more formal clothes; a black shirt, brown jeans, and a jacket. It's winter, but the weather is bipolar.

"So, Raiden, how is this girl?" My mother asked with excitement.

"Mmmm, she's very complicated to describe, but if I had to summarize, she's my teacher."

"Huh!?" x2

"Well, I'm running late; I'll be back in a few hours."

I got up from the table and walked towards the door. I heard my parents talking, but I didn't pay attention. They were bothering me, so I decided to give it back to them.

The usual would be to think that what I said was a joke, but I'm not normal, so they'll ponder it for a while, but then dismiss it, attributing it to wanting to return their jokes.

I know them well; more than ten years of living with someone makes you know them significantly.

Once outside my house, I started walking.

Japan's weather is beautiful; even in winter, there's a warm sun. So, I took off my jacket and tied it around my waist. I guess someone my age should wear it on their back like the typical wealthy family kid, but I don't like that style.

As there's still some time before the agreed-upon hour, I decided to take it easy and go the long way.

After taking my time walking and enjoying the scenery of the streets where I grew up, I set off for the designated place. But first, I'll pass by a vending machine to get something to drink. Max Caffe has an iced version, so it's perfect for a hot day.

Should I go to the doctor to check my blood sugar levels? After all, I think the amount of Max Caffe I usually consume is excessive.

But according to the doctor, my body is perfectly fine.

Ingesting large amounts of sugar is harmful, but since I exercise every day with exhausting routines, my body eliminates it, so there's no problem with continuing to fill my system with drinks that would kill me.

Of course, if I stop exercising, I would have to quit, but since it became a routine for me, I'm not worried.

Once I bought my drink and finished it, I discarded the can in a nearby bin to continue on my way.

But after walking a couple of blocks, a voice called me.

"Tsurumi, didn't expect to find you here."

I turned around to see the owner of that voice, but I don't have to be a genius to recognize my teacher's voice.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, is it you?"

"Don't tell me you don't recognize your teacher."

"I'm used to seeing you in a formal suit with a lab coat; you can't blame me for doubting."

Before me is my teacher, but as I said, she currently dresses very differently from the usual, and by very different, I mean unrecognizable.

She wears sunglasses and a bag. She swapped her white coat for a short blouse of the same color, except that it doesn't cover her stomach and chest area, leaving little to the imagination. After all, her neckline emphasizes her breasts. And if we add those little black shorts she's wearing, highlighting her slender legs, Hiratsuka-sensei is unrecognizable.

"You mean because of the sunglasses?"

"I'm sure a pair of black glasses won't make you unrecognizable."

"A friend invited me to hang out in Tokyo, so I'm just back, and since it's been hot since early in the day, I put on something comfortable."

"I see, I guess you can dress like someone your age."

"What are you implying, kid?"

"I'm just saying you look beautiful dressed that way."

To be honest, that's the truth; Hiratsuka-sensei looks beautiful, and her outfit gives her that mature touch she doesn't usually show at school.

"Thanks." I noticed a slight blush on her face.

"You're not used to compliments, are you?"

"Of course, I'm used to them. It's not like men shy away from me or ignore me."

"Sorry for my words."

"Why do I feel like you pity me?"

"It's okay, Hiratsuka-sensei. Don't worry; I understand. It's the men who are mistaken."

"Stop saying it like I'm a lost cause!"

I raised my hands in surrender.

"By the way, it seems strange for you to call me that on a holiday."

Good point; it would be normal if she were a senpai, but seeing a teacher and a student strolling as if they were on a date is taboo.

"No problem, then, Shizuka, shall we go?"

She put her free hand on my shoulder.

"Add the 'san.'" Her tone became rougher.

In this culture, only close people or couples call each other by their first names, but there are also people who disregard these rules; I am one of them.

"Shizuka-san."

"Better." She nodded. "So, where are we going?"

"A bookstore that contains all the materials Yukinoshita wrote, and to meet that, it must be a large place."

"That's not very specific."

"Don't blame me; Yukinoshita included things I had never heard of before."

Yukinoshita took supporting Shiromeguri-senpai seriously; she even used colors whose existence I was unaware of until now.

"If that's the case, the mall's bookstore should meet all of that."

"Being so, we already have our destination set."

"Let's go!" Hiratsuka-sensei raised her hand as if she were a child going on an outing.

Now that I think about it, it's strange that she didn't come with her car.

"You didn't bring your car?"

"As it's a holiday, the traffic is heavier, and it would be hard to find parking, so I decided not to use it today."

A while ago, I asked her about it, and as expected, she bragged about it as her greatest treasure.

"And here I thought you would let me drive it."

"In your dreams, I won't let you drive it. First, come of age, get a driver's license, and then I'll think about it."

"It wasn't a no, so I'll accept it."

"You're the only one who would take those words as a yes."

Is it me, or have I been called strange more often this week?

"I know, well, we have to go catch the train since it'll take longer on foot."

That way, both of us headed to the train station.

"I know I'm not the best to say this, but isn't the train more crowded than usual?"

Since it's a holiday, I thought the train would be empty, but it was the opposite.

When we arrived at the station, we waited for the next train, and many people got on with us. To the point that I'm currently too close to Hiratsuka-sensei.

To be specific, I cornered her in the corner near the doors.

It sounds too cliché, I know very well, but I never thought I would be in a situation like this.

"I think there's some kind of festival, so people are attending because it's a holiday."

"If that's the case, I would have preferred to walk." I sighed as I said this.

"Don't complain; this way, we'll get there quickly, and there's only one more station."

The distance between our bodies is almost nil, but I still managed to keep our bodies from making contact.

Before, I thought that having the mind of an older person was enough, but I find myself influenced too much by my young body. Mind over body? Apparently, it's not that simple.

Being so close to her, I noticed a pleasant scent, even tickling my nose.

Except for Yumiko, I've never been this close to another woman. Or well, being aware of the situation.

And if I have to say it, it's a pleasant smell, very different from Yumiko's.

If those thoughts were words, I'm sure they would throw me off the train for seeming like some kind of stalker.

Now that I think about it, something very common that tends to happen in these places is stalkers. They usually are office workers over 40 years old.

I'm not saying it; the news says it.

That's the other reason why I positioned myself like this, to prevent anyone from getting too close to Hiratsuka-sensei.

Although knowing her, she might hit the guy who tries anything with her. But I prefer to avoid such a situation, especially since I can't guarantee the guy's safety, and by that, I mean what I will do to him.

If that were to happen with any of the girls I know, I pray the poor individual has life insurance. I doubt I could restrain myself in such a situation.

Another negative point about myself, in such a situation, I am too impulsive.

But well, those are details.

After a good while of waiting and enjoying the closeness with a woman from my previous life's age, we got off the train when we reached our station.

"There's nothing better than feeling free." I stretched my arms.

"And that's saying something. By the way, thanks for earlier."

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head, feigning ignorance of what she was referring to.

"You can try to be always this kind; I'm sure people will appreciate that."

"I don't understand your words." I showed total ignorance of the topic.

"I see that Yukinoshita still has a lot of work to do."

"As I said, I have no problem with how I am, and if we leave that topic aside, we must continue." I said as I started walking.

Just like with Yuigahama that time I went to study at her house, Hiratsuka-sensei thinks I'm kind. Technically, I am, but only with people I consider close.

Am I a bad guy? I am. I have no problem admitting it.

"After all, you can behave like someone your age, eh." She said good-humoredly.

I stopped at her words.

"That's what you should tell yourself. If you behaved like someone your age, maybe you'd have a partner, or at least be in the commitment phase. But here we are, shopping with your student." I said with a mocking tone.

Her face went through two changes, from good humor to being dull, and then from that to a annoyed expression.

"It was you who assigned me to do this! You're lucky we're in public." She cracked her knuckles.

If we were in a more enclosed space, she might have thrown a punch at me.

"Then I should take advantage of my situation. Isn't that right, Shizuka-chan?"

I started moving after saying this, and Hiratsuka-sensei began to chase me.

A 16-year-old boy being chased by his teacher ten years older, what irony.

After reaching a peace agreement, we continued our way to the bookstore inside the mall.

Once inside the store, we headed to the reception area to place the order.

Now that I think about it, does Yukinoshita really need all this? Or did she just put as much stuff as possible because I had to go buy it?

Well, in the end, I won't pay for it, so it doesn't matter.

"Good afternoon, could you give us everything indicated on this list?"

Hiratsuka-sensei handed the receptionist the paper with all the required items.

The girl a few years older than me started looking for those materials on a computer.

After a minute, she addressed us.

"Sorry for the delay; we currently have most of what's required, but we're out of stock on several colors, as well as the specific type of paper."

What the hell did Yukinoshita send me to buy? The philosopher's stone?

"I see, then you can give us what you have."

It's pointless; if it's not here, I doubt we'll find it in another store. I'm sure Hiratsuka-sensei also thought about this.

The girl seemed to notice our expression, as if she wanted to say something.

"But if you need it urgently, I can order it from our other branch that has it available, although it might take a couple of hours to arrive."

"It might be. What do you think, Tsurumi?" Hiratsuka-sensei looked at me as she said this.

"I have nothing better to do, so I have no problem in killing time until they bring the materials. Besides, Yukinoshita will replace me with my cat if I don't get everything she asked for." I said with a big sigh, although I'm sure that if Kuro replaces me, Yukinoshita will simply dedicate herself to pampering Kuro.

"I'd say you're exaggerating, but maybe that could happen." Sensei nodded. "We'll wait for the other materials to arrive."

"No problem, I need your name and payment for at least half of the materials."

"Sure."

Hiratsuka-sensei took out her wallet to pay for the materials, and since we were given a receipt, we left the things here until we come to pick up the materials completely. There's no point in carrying everything while we can't go home.

"Thank you for your purchase; you can come in 2 hours; we'll have all the materials ready."

We both nodded and left the store.

"Well, we have two free hours until they bring the materials."

"I didn't expect to have to wait for that. Yukinoshita sent you to look for very complicated things."

"She knows me. Since I volunteered to buy it, she made sure to give me difficult-to-obtain things."

"If you had told her I would pay for it, she would have been nicer." She sighed lightly.

"Then where would be the fun?"

"There are times I can't guess what you really think."

"We think alike; to do something unexpected, even you yourself shouldn't know the moves to make."

"Wouldn't that be improvising?"

"Exactly, I hate doing it, but the results are entertaining since it won't guarantee a reliable outcome."

"I thought you liked only doing things where you're sure of a fixed result."

"I do, but for unimportant things, I don't mind improvising. Of course, if it's a bet, I'll only do it if I have a 99% chance."

"At least you're not so arrogant to say 100%."

"There's no 100% certainty because the exciting thing about what we call life is that no matter how much you plan, there will be occasions where you can fail. That 1% is detrimental, so claiming you're 100% sure of something would be very arrogant."

"For your age, you can say sensible things."

Technically, I have more years than Hiratsuka-sensei if we add up my two lives, so there isn't much of a problem with that, even though my body reacts like that of any teenager.

"It is bad to judge a book by its cover. For example, looking at you I can tell that you are a kind, honest, ambitious, happy, cultured and responsible woman." She proudly puffed her chest. "But the reality is different. You are an almost 30-year-old otaku who can't find a partner and has no culinary skills, besides...''

As I continued speaking, I noticed how every word I said was like arrows embedding into her body.

"I get it. You don't have to keep talking..." She looks emotionally drained.

Truth hurts.

''I was just about to say positive things, a shame.''

"That's what I want to hear!"

Her mood had another change.

"I forgot already, te he!"

I put my fist to my head while making a face.

And as expected, her face turned gloomy.

"Tomorrow I'll leave you with many reports to do, rest assured." Apparently, I annoyed her.

"Shizuka-san, don't be childish." I said with my usual carefree tone.

"You're not the most suitable person to say that."

''Touché''

Without further ado, I started walking to kill time in the mall.

A few seconds later, Hiratsuka-sensei matched my pace.

"So, where are we going?"

"I have no idea, maybe just walk aimlessly. But if you have a specific destination, I'm all ears."

"Hmmm, there's a movie I wanted to see, but I didn't have time, so if it's still in theaters, I'd like to watch it. Plus, it helps kill time."

"Let me guess, the one with the Yakuza vs. the Japan Self-Defense Forces guy?" I saw some clippings on social media.

She nodded.

"I saw the trailers, and it looks good; lots of action and good fights.'' She's excited.

"Sounds interesting, so why not?"

With our next destination, we headed to the movie theaters in the mall.

"That was a good movie." Hiratsuka-sensei is in a good mood.

"I must say, it was really good."

As expected from a Yakuza, watching action-packed fights filled with blood was entertaining.

Especially the final part where the protagonist, even though injured and with a broken arm, took care of the clan leader.

It reminded me of how my Sensei from my previous academy and I dealt with several guys who wanted to extort him; it was a pleasant memory.

"I knew you'd like it; the protagonist's fighting moves were incredible."

"They were, although in reality, it's difficult to apply them because the opponent can break free or counterattack while you perform them."

"You say that as if you know how to do them." She said mockingly.

"I do."

After all, those movements have a certain similarity to unarmed combat in the Japan Self-Defense Forces, which my Sensei taught me. They are very precise and executed quickly in a fight. Of course, for the movie, they added many unnecessary details, making it impractical during a real fight but very eye-catching.

An example is giving long fights. If you have a goal or it's a fight to the death, a feint and a quick movement to damage the opponent's vision are enough to win the fight. Of course, it's in specific cases; you don't go around damaging people's eyes.

"Now that you mention it, I remember you said you have training in almost every field, right?"

"It was my childish whim, but after receiving multiple beatings and being the punching bag of my classmates for a few years, I was able to improve. So yes, although I only have a basic knowledge of each one, saying that I'm a master or a professional would be very arrogant on my part."

You only need the basics of each specialty to be able to use mixed movements and thus have a wide arsenal. And if we add that I'm not the calmest guy when fighting, that gives it a plus. But still, my Sensei and other senpais at the academy give me a hard time in fights; I was lucky in some encounters that I managed to win.

If I face someone who is the best in their field, with the rules stipulated, I'm sure I'll lose. I'm too wild to some extent, so I don't really like rules. It may sound arrogant, but I'm not.

If you're going to be arrogant about something, make sure you're the best at it. That was a lesson I learned the hard way during military camp in the summer; I still feel the pain of being treated like a child versus an adult.

The world is much bigger than one can imagine. When you think you're good at something, someone much more capable appears to show you that you're just an insect in comparison. Of course, if you face people inferior to you, it's obvious it'll be a one-sided massacre. A gang member versus someone who trains; it's obvious who will win. Although there are several factors to consider, that depends on the case.

In my case, I haven't had a problem so far. I usually go out at night on some occasions to practice. It's not aggression if the other party attacks me first. It's self-defense no matter how you look at it.

"Let's have a showdown another day. I want to see how capable you are, especially since you knocked out the judo club president. I imagine you're good."

"You know it's not normal to want to fight one of your students, right?"

"If you put it that way, it sounds bad." She cleared her throat. "I was in some clubs at university, like judo and boxing, so I have experience." She said proudly.

"That explains why you're good at hitting."

"I am!"

"I'd like to, but I'll decline. I'm sure it would end badly for me."

"Do you admit you'll lose?"

"I say it for your safety. If you have doubts, ask Kawasaki; we were in a karate academy before entering Sobu High. She knows how terrifying I can be."

"That explains why you get along so well." She said, looking thoughtful.

"We're classmates with a rivalry in a way, so it's normal."

"I see. I'll ask her another time, but the invitation for a friendly match still stands."

"Out of curiosity, you were the best in your club, right?"

She nodded confidently.

"Out of curiosity, did you change much from university until now?"

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"For nothing."

I can guess two major reasons why the other guys might let her win or not compete seriously. If I were in their position, I would do the same.

That's another reason why I currently avoid facing Kawasaki. I still have a vivid image in my mind of how she came into the world, so my mind focuses on other things, making it difficult for me to concentrate. It didn't happen before, but after the kiss, my mind recognized her 100% as a woman.

"You're weird."

"I am."

With our little conversation finished, we continued walking back to the bookstore to pick up all the items.

The path should have continued normally, but then we saw a large number of people in front of a store. It might have been normal, but a sign framed something interesting.

(''Come try your luck, spin the roulette for free, and win various prizes. Only for couples'')

"That sounds interesting." Usually, you have to make a purchase for these kinds of offers, but if it's free, there must be a catch. And if we add the part about only for couples, it must have something good.

"It's just a promotional campaign; maybe they'll try to sell something according to the prize obtained."

"Don't you want to do it?" I asked.

"Of course, I want to try! But it's only for couples." She sighed.

"No one knows us here, but you have a point. Maybe they could mistake you for my mother or even my grandmother?"

"Repeat those words, I dare you!" She started cracking her knuckles. Terrifying.

"I didn't say anything, but aside from that, why not give it a try?"

I'm taller than Hiratsuka-sensei, and I'm not wearing my school uniform to draw any wrong conclusions, so for anyone, we can be a couple according to their interpretation.

"I guess we lose nothing by trying." She said with some excitement.

As we still have time, we lined up, and to our surprise, it moved quickly. Seeing the faces of those coming out of the store, I guessed they lost. Although part of me tells me it's not that simple.

Now in front of the roulette, Hiratsuka-sensei tried her luck.

The arrow stopped at the blue color, so one of the workers pulled out several papers of that color.

"Please choose one."

So far, I have no idea what it could be.

"Tsurumi, do you want to choose?"

"Sure."

I took one of the papers and handed it to the worker.

"Congratulations, you've won a 50% discount coupon on one of our necklaces."

I see, an advertising campaign where discounts are applied to various products. Although they're not always real discounts, as they may change the price to a higher one, so when they apply the discount, you end up paying the original price. However, since you're unaware of this information, your mind believes you've seized a great opportunity.

Now it makes sense why several people were leaving with somewhat disheartened faces; if you have no interest in acquiring any of the products from this store, it's a waste of time.

I exchanged glances with Hiratsuka-sensei, and we both reached the same conclusion: it was a waste of time.

"Thank you, but we'll decline the offer." Said Hiratsuka-sensei in a friendly tone, avoiding directly telling her that her sales tactic stinks.

Before we left, the worker held her hand.

"Please wait; at least let me show you the necklace. A 50% discount is the highest we offer, and I'm sure the necklace would look good on such a young and beautiful woman like you."

A somewhat old and cliché tactic to attract buyers; they must be desperate to notice that their way of promoting didn't succeed, but I doubt anyone would fall for such a tactic...

"I guess I can take a quick look."

I take it back; someone fell for their tactic.

"Please follow me."

Without further ado, we followed the worker to one of the display cases where she took out a beautiful necklace. I'm not an expert in these things, but if I compare it with the necklace I bought for Yumiko, the one in front of me has many more details and looks expensive, those embedded gems tell me that.

"This is one of the most elegant and beautiful necklaces we have. Its normal price is 200,000 yen, but with the coupon you won, you're lucky to be able to get it for 100,000 yen. An offer you shouldn't miss."

I see, the average salary of a Japanese worker is 300,000 yen, so that necklace is worth almost a full month's work. If we go to a part-time worker's salary, with the coupon, it's almost the same as a month's work in that mode.

"It's too expensive." Hiratsuka-sensei said the words I was about to say.

The saleswoman's face darkened, but she quickly shifted her attention to me.

"Your girlfriend would look beautiful with this necklace, don't you think?"

A man should make sure to spoil his partner, and what better way than giving her a necklace that's worth a month's work. The strongest proof of love.

"Well, we're not really—"

"You should try it on to see if it's worth buying." I said in a mocking tone.

"With pleasure." The saleswoman filled with joy at the prospect of making a sale. She stood behind Hiratsuka-sensei and put the necklace on her. For her part, Sensei just gave me a reproachful look, but still didn't resist.

"It's ready; you can look at yourself in the mirror. The necklace matches your eyes and makes you look younger and more beautiful."

Hiratsuka-sensei was fascinated; I could tell from her expression. After all, she's a woman, so it's normal for her to like this kind of thing, even though it doesn't quite fit with the image I have of her.

"And what do you think?"

The saleswoman turned Hiratsuka-sensei towards me, her face slightly blushing.

"Don't look at me so much; it embarrasses me." She looked away.

She rarely behaves like a maiden showing innocence and nervousness, but that image fits her perfectly. Besides, with her current attire, it completely highlights all her feminine attributes.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you..."

If you act so shy, you'll make me fall for you, damn it. I averted my gaze when I noticed that I was also starting to blush.

"So, will you pay with cash or card?"

The saleswoman's words snapped me out of my little trance.

"It's beautiful, and I really liked it, but I can't afford it, maybe another time." Said Hiratsuka-sensei as she began to take off the necklace.

I'm good at reading people; the words she said are true. She took the trouble to accept buying the materials as part of the punishment, even if spending money wasn't easy to accept.

There's only one thing left to do, although I'll regret it later. I took out my wallet and pulled out my card.

''I will pay with card.''

"With pleasure."

The worker gently took the necklace to put it in its respective box, then went to bring the machine to process the payment.

"Tsurumi, wait, how do you have that amount of money?"

"I have a part-time job on some Saturdays or Sundays; it's very occasional.'' I'm not proud of wearing a panda suit, but work is work.

"Even if that's true, it still wouldn't be enough! It's 100,000 yen! I would think carefully before spending such an amount."

How do I have that money? Do I go out and rob old ladies at night? Am I involved in the illicit world of certain substances? Or maybe I have savings and certain bonuses when some guys try to mug me at night when I go for a walk? If your answer was the third, you're correct, 100 points.

"First, eliminate any ideas of illicit activities. Second, I have my savings since I don't usually spend much money. Third, consider it a gift for your birthday."

"Wait..., how do you know!?" Her face showed confusion and surprise.

"I have my contacts." I said with an arrogant tone.

By this I mean a certain older sister of the president of my club; We exchanged numbers after meeting by chance during a date I had with Nakamura. Luckily I managed to escape unharmed.

"Really, are you really a high school boy?"

"Who knows."

A few seconds later, the worker brought the machine for the payment, and after swiping my card and the payment being approved, the necklace officially belonged to Hiratsuka-sensei. In fact, it's not the first time I've spent a large amount of money; Yumiko's necklace cost 50,000 yen, of course, she doesn't know it, and I'm sure she would be alarmed if she found out. While Kawasaki's gift only cost 10,000 yen.

As I said, I'm good at saving, I don't waste money on unnecessary things, and my parents are very generous with my allowance. If we add the extra I get sometimes while walking quietly at night, as well as my salary, it results in having saved about 300,000 yen.

I have this on a card that I always carry with me; I don't want any of my relatives to come visit and take my savings without my permission.

"Thank you for your purchase." The worker gave us a big smile as we left the store.

"If you had so much money, why did you make me buy the materials?"

"One doesn't get rich by wasting money."

"And then what is this?" She pointed to the bag containing the box with the necklace.

"A gift for my favorite teacher."

She furrowed her brows, but quickly returned to her usual expression.

"I won't give you any special treatment during classes."

"I had to try, right?" I said with a sigh.

"Seriously, you're the only one who would try to bribe a teacher like this."

A necklace for her birthday and then insinuating that it's a small bribe, an easy way to disguise something.

There's not much to think about; I like Hiratsuka-sensei. Initially, I had already thought of giving her something for her birthday after Haruno informed me. I thought about using that bet request to go out with her, but it would be difficult to propose, but when Shiromeguri-senpai mentioned helping her in her campaign, I offered to get the materials. With that, I would have an excuse.

I'm sure I shouldn't have given it much thought and just told her something like let's meet for your birthday, but there wouldn't be a need, and it would be weird for someone my age to propose it. And if you're looking for another reason, I simply consider Hiratsuka-sensei an attractive and beautiful woman. Who wouldn't want to go out with someone like her? It may sound very contradictory, but sometimes I don't even understand myself.

"If it's a compliment, I'll accept it."

Sensei sighed in response to my words and then continued walking towards the store to collect the materials.

Once inside the bookstore, Hiratsuka-sensei paid for the materials in full. With everything ready, we decided to leave the mall; we have nothing else to do. Upon leaving, I noticed the beautiful sunset.

"We did take quite a bit of time to buy some simple materials." Sensei said while also noticing the sunset.

"I can blame Yukinoshita for sending me to look for impossible-to-find things."

The norm would have been not to take more than 1 hour, but it's not like I didn't enjoy the time.

"Speaking of Yukinoshita, how have things been in the club?"

"The usual."

"That's a very general word."

"If Yukinoshita and Yumiko aren't arguing, the rest of the time is silent." Something I experience firsthand every day.

"Almost a month, and they're still the same? But I'm sure that with time, they'll get along."

"I doubt that."

"Have more faith in your club members."

"I say that because I know them."

"Saying it like that makes it seem like they're a headache."

"They are, but one gets used to it over time." I won't deny that.

"Good to know. This time in the club wasn't in vain."

"Who knows."

After our short chat, we walked in silence to the train station, where we boarded a train heading to the station near Sobu High. Hiratsuka-sensei and I have different routes, but that's our common point.

The train journey was more relaxed than the way there; now we sat and enjoyed the tranquility. It may seem exaggerated, but finding the train empty and traveling comfortably is one of life's small pleasures for a Japanese person. After a while, we got off at our stop and left the station.

Although after leaving, a strong wind could be felt; the summer weather was replaced by a wintry one. It must have been like this since morning, but here the weather is bipolar.

"Now I regret not wearing warm clothes," Hiratsuka-sensei said, wrapping her arms around herself against the cold.

"You know very well that it's winter; in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it started raining." But with no clouds, it's likely just a low temperature and strong winds.

"Why do you sound like you're the adult, and I'm the teenager?"

"Maybe that's the case." I said confidently.

"In your dreams." Although she complained, I still see her trembling from the cold. I guess she prefers warmer climates. I'm fine with both; I just adapt.

There's no other option.

"Can you hold this for a moment?"

"I have no problem."

I handed the bags to Hiratsuka-sensei, took off the jacket tied around my waist, and put it over her shoulders.

"With this, you should be better."

I may be many things, but I care about the people I value.

Her face showed confusion for a short moment.

"It's cold; you should be the one to keep warm. I'm an adult; I can handle this."

"If you get sick, we'll be without our advisor for a day, and I'm very resistant to the cold."

"Thank you..."

If she keeps avoiding my gaze and blushing, she'll make me truly fall in love.

"No problem."

I took the bags after saying this to continue our way.

After a few minutes, we reached an intersection.

"I live around here." She pointed to the left.

"I'm going the other way."

This is where our paths diverge; it was an interesting day.

"Then we say goodbye here." She said, now more calm.

"It was nice; I won't deny that."

"Those are my words. I thought it would be boring, but as always, you manage to make things entertaining."

"It's my gift and curse." I said with a mocking tone.

"You make me think that might be true." She said with a smile, then returned to her usual attitude. "By the way, I'll return it to you..."

"It's not necessary; it's still a long way, right?"

"But..."

"You can give it back to me later, don't worry." I turned around after saying this. "See you, Shizuka-san."

I'm not sure if I would call it a date, but it was a pleasant afternoon, although my wallet doesn't think the same.

But before I continued walking, her voice stopped me.

"Tsurumi, wait."

I turned around; our eyes met.

"Tell me."

"I have a cake at home, you know, for my birthday, but I don't think I can eat it alone, so I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me, it'll only be for a short time." She said this last part somewhat nervously.

Perhaps with her words, the situation can be misinterpreted. But in my case, I don't.

"You've never asked anyone else to come to your apartment, have you?"

"Am I that easy to read?"

"You are."

I can assume that on several occasions, she tried to invite friends to her apartment to drink or hang out, but they always turned her down. So, what's the likelihood that one of your students would accept something that your friends or acquaintances rejected? Of course, this is just a hypothesis; it could also be that she's inviting a guy to her apartment, but as I'm her student, this theory lacks foundation. And my last assumption is that she doesn't like her birthday. It may sound silly, but there's a probability.

"I don't have anything better to do, so count me in." I said in my usual tone.

"Then let me lead the way."

It's good to see her in a good mood.

In this way, Hiratsuka-sensei began walking, followed closely by me, after several streets, we arrived at an apartment complex. We entered the building and took the elevator; after going up a couple of floors, we got off and walked to her apartment.

"Give me a moment."

She started looking for her key, and after a few seconds, she opened the door.

"Excuse me." I said upon entering, leaving my shoes at the entrance.

"It's not much, but I live comfortably."

The interior was what you'd expect from a single woman's apartment; there were the basics, a sofa in front of the TV, a dining table next to the living room, and a small kitchen with a mini-fridge and a two-burner stove. Near the entrance, I noticed two doors; one must be her bedroom, and the other the bathroom.

But I'm not one to criticize this because if I lived alone, I'd go for a similar apartment model to live in. Although looking at it, I can't help but compare it to Yukinoshita's apartment; of course, Hiratsuka-sensei is paying for hers, whereas Yukinoshita got everything from her parents. So there's no real comparison.

"I find it cozy, so don't worry. Besides, I don't live alone, so I can't criticize you."

She nodded good-humoredly.

Perhaps with her salary, she could improve her lifestyle, but most of it went into her car, so it would be too much to ask her to set common priorities.

"You can take a seat; I'll serve the cake I have."

I left my things near the sofa and sat at the table, a square table suitable for two people.

After a few seconds, Hiratsuka-sensei brought a small cake, the usual when you live alone since you can save what's left for later. She cut the cake into pieces and served me a large portion.

"Take it as a thank you for today."

"I just did what's normal."

"Giving a 100,000 yen necklace is not normal."

"It actually costs 200,000, but let's not get into details."

"Seriously, I still can't believe you can spend that much money."

"I have more, so it doesn't affect me much, although I'll have to work more days."

"By the way, what do you do for work?"

"At Destinyland. Mostly on Saturdays and Sundays or when they call me."

"I really can't imagine you working at that place, although maybe it would be funny to see you in one of those panda costumes."

"Believe me, I wouldn't stoop so low as to wear those costumes."

It's hell, especially when I have to wear it and act out scenes in the theater for the kids.

"Today, you've changed my perception of you a little." She said with good humor.

"Something is something."

During the conversation, I started eating the cake, but Hiratsuka-sensei didn't seem to want to eat it. Is she not hungry, or is there another reason?

"Is the cake not to your liking?"

"I'm fine; I'm not that hungry."

"Out of curiosity, you didn't buy it, did you?"

She said she went to Tokyo with a friend in the morning, and knowing who called me a few days ago to tell me about my teacher's birthday, I can guess who that person might be.

"You're right; a friend who until a year ago was a student at Sobu High gave it to me this morning."

"It's good to have someone who cares about you." I know very little about Haruno, but it's clear that she has some affection for Hiratsuka-sensei. "By the way, based on your actions and expressions, it might sound a bit presumptuous on my part, and maybe off-topic, so correct me if I'm wrong, But maybe you don't like your birthday?''

Initially, I thought bringing someone to her apartment might be the reason for this, but I discarded this idea after seeing her reaction and slight expressions when talking about her birthday.

"Aren't you too perceptive for your age?"

"I'm told that frequently."

She just sighed.

"I know it sounds strange, but I don't like this day."

"It's not strange at all.''

After all, I hate my birthday too.

It might sound cliché or maybe a bad joke of fate, but the day I died was the same as my birthday. The years changed, but the day and month did not. That's why I hate my birthday.

"Since I was little, I always spent my birthdays alone. My parents worked all day, so even on my birthday, I was alone. In high school, maybe it was because I was too intense. Even though I invited some classmates, they all said they had things to do. Don't get me wrong; I never had trouble connecting with people in school, but perhaps because of my personality, it stayed at mere companionship. I never managed to deepen a friendship."

I understand perfectly. Although in my case, I had my younger sister with me, so I wasn't that alone. Besides, since I never liked my birthday from the beginning, I always considered it an ordinary day. It's not that I hate receiving gifts or congratulations from my parents; I just don't show that I don't like that day.

"In high school, I already gave up, so when someone asked, I just said a random day and that it had already passed. I thought they would respond the same; maybe that was my mistake. In college, I did have the opportunity to celebrate it with some friends, but it felt strange. Although they enjoyed themselves, for me, it was somewhat monotonous."

"Your mind must have gotten used to it and considered that day as something dull and boring."

"Maybe, plus currently, every birthday brings me closer to turning 30."

Women and their complex with age. Unfortunately, she's right because if she stays single until 30, it will be difficult to find a partner afterward. Japanese men look for younger women, and if, by that age, you don't have a partner or a commitment, others consider that there's something wrong with you. So their interest decreases significantly.

"Still, you have people who wished you for your birthday, right?"

She put on a small smile.

"You're right. My parents called me early. I met with a friend, and we strolled around Tokyo. In the afternoon, I received a necklace as a gift, and now I'm eating cake with you."

"I'm sorry if my presence isn't valuable enough to count like many people's." I said in a somewhat dejected tone. The atmosphere is a bit heavy, so I decided to joke.

"I didn't mean to..."

"I'm just kidding."

She looked at me with a strange face, as if observing a rare bug, but then she smiled.

"You're strange."

"I'll take it as a compliment." I returned to my usual expression as I said this. "If you're worried about being single until 30, question the thinking of Japanese men more. Most of them must be very stupid not to try anything with you."

Hiratsuka-sensei started laughing at what I said.

"Maybe you're right." She said with good humor.

"I have it, so that's why I say it. But I'm sure you'll find the right man."

Since if you don't, I volunteer as a sacrifice. Although maybe that won't end well, but that would be a problem for my hypothetical self if it were to happen.

"You always tend to be right, so I'll accept your words."

The strange atmosphere that had formed disappeared completely. I'm not a supporter of heavy atmospheres.

"That would be the best option, and now, maybe you should eat your birthday cake. It's delicious, and you don't want to waste your friend's gift, right?"

"Stop treating me like you're the adult and I'm the teenager; it's annoying." She said playfully as she started eating.

After that, we talked about random topics and some anime, and that's how time passed. Before I knew it, it was 8 in the evening.

"Time flew by, huh?"

"I thought I'd only take a few minutes of your time, but it was more than that." This time, Hiratsuka-sensei said it with good humor, not like before where she would have apologized for it.

"I told you, I don't have anything better to do, so it doesn't matter."

"The tasks and duties assigned by the other teachers?"

"I thought for today, we were avoiding anything related to school, Shizuka-san."

"Hiratsuka-sensei for you."

"I understand, I understand, Hiratsuka-sensei, so can I stop getting beaten up by you in the game?"

At this moment, we're playing a fighting game, and to my surprise, Hiratsuka-sensei beat me up. I prefer real fighting.

"Aren't you as arrogant anymore, Tsurumi?"

"How could I have imagined that my teacher was addicted to console fighting games?" I said, looking at how my character lost for the fifth time in a row.

"I thought you were good at reading people."

"Let me change my words." I cleared my throat. "I never imagined that my teacher, a responsible adult, would dedicate so many hours to a console game."

"Excuses don't suit you, Tsurumi." She said with a tone of pity.

What was supposed to be a victory for me turned out to be a defeat.

I feel like I have a curse on me; after spending time with people, they always end up outdoing me verbally.

"Well, well, I give up. I've had enough of being beaten up by life."

"The victory belongs to the great Shizuka-sama. Praise me!"

"You're the best, Hooray." I said with a weary tone.

"Those are the most pathetic praises I've ever heard."

"Better than nothing."

I got up from the couch and did some stretches.

"Tsurumi, thanks for today. I really had fun. Plus, your cooking was delicious."

During this time, I decided to cook something, but Hiratsuka-sensei only had instant ramen.

"For next time, have ingredients, since I just poured hot water into the ramen bowls."

"But this time it tasted better than usual."

The mind can influence many areas, and in this case, eating with company while enjoying the company of another person can make a meal you're accustomed to feel like it tastes better.

"It's just your perception, and learn to cook. Eating instant ramen all the time is bad for your health."

"Coming from the guy I always see consuming his sweet coffee?"

"I go out to train every morning, so I'm perfectly healthy, but I doubt you do the same."

"Tch." She looked away.

"Start with simple recipes, of course, have at least basic ingredients with you.''

It's amazing how this woman is surviving like this.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said, giving a thumbs up.

As I had nothing more to do here, I started walking towards the door, and Hiratsuka-sensei accompanied me.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you? It's getting late."

"My ego was already destroyed by you winning the game, so let me at least leave with what's left. Besides, you offered to take the materials to school.''

Hiratsuka-sensei said she would take the materials and leave them at the service club, so Yukinoshita would find them in the club later.

"It's just a way to show my appreciation for today. Plus, you're exaggerating, you say it like I beat you every round, although now that I think about it, I did."

If you're trying to console someone, don't laugh when you say that.

"Don't worry; I'll be fine."

Although if someone tries to rob me, better for me; I can add more income to my savings.

Once at the door, I put on my shoes.

"Tsurumi." She said it in a serious tone. "Thanks for today. I mean it. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun on my birthday."

"Don't mention it. Plus, you can remember this day when you grade me on the assignments you give."

"Don't even dream about it."

"I tried." We both laughed. "Also, if you don't have plans for your next birthday, you can count on me. I'll always have a free spot in my schedule for you."

She showed a slight blush at this, but quickly changed to a cheerful expression.

"I'll be counting on you then for the next one."

"Sure. See you tomorrow at school."

"See you, Tsurumi."

After saying our goodbyes, I left her apartment heading home.

Today was a day full of surprises; I had fun and discovered some sides of my teacher that I didn't know. With that in mind, I continued on my way.

"It's a surprise; you managed to get everything I asked for."

"It was challenging, but I did it. By the way, are all these colors with strange names necessary?"

"They are. However, your question serves as an answer because if you don't know them, it shows that you have no knowledge of art."

"Forgive me for being so uncultured. Should I perhaps apply to art school?"

"I'm sure they would reject you."

I know someone else who got rejected, and that didn't end well.

"Both of you, are you done talking?"

Yumiko intervened to prevent us from excluding her. She should learn from Kawasaki.

As Yukinoshita was about to respond, we heard the sound of the door.

One doesn't need to be a psychic to know who it is.

"Come in."

After saying this, Shiromeguri-senpai entered.

"Good afternoon."

We all nodded in response to her words.

"We have all the materials, so we could start."

The club president was the first to speak.

"Thanks, Tsurumi-kun." She gave me a slight bow, which I denied by waving my arms since I didn't do much. "So, let's begin!"

After saying this, Shiromeguri-senpai raised an arm very enthusiastically.

The next few days are going to be very tedious, but I feel like I'll enjoy them in their own way.

Days passed, and we created several posters and flyers, then put them up in various places and distributed them among the students.

So, everything should end once we fulfill Shiromeguri-senpai's request. Unfortunately, it wasn't the case.

"Seriously, they're the worst."

"Come on, Miura-san, you don't have to get upset." Shiromeguri-senpai said, trying to calm Yumiko.

"Do you agree with this?" Kawasaki asked.

"I can't approve of that behavior, but maybe it was a prank by some student."

"Shiromeguri-senpai, with all due respect, I highly doubt that tearing down posters and flyers is just a prank."

As Yukinoshita said, our posters and flyers were destroyed, the effort we put into them was ruined without any reason.

It's normal for them to be upset.

Me? Well, I am.

Shiromeguri-senpai looked somewhat puzzled, as we did nothing to deserve sabotage. In simple terms, there's a dirty campaign to play tricks from either of the other two students also vying for the student council president position.

"A dirty campaign of sabotage based on property destruction." I put a smile on my face. "If they want to play that way, I have no problem. In fact, just identifying those guys and giving them a warm talk about manners is enough. What do you think, Kawasaki?" I said the first part cheerfully.

She cracked her knuckles. "I agree with that." Her tone was terrifying.

I don't blame her, as one of the broken flyers was the one Keika made at home since seeing her older sister sketching encouraged her to help.

I admire Kawasaki's control. If Rumi had made an effort to create something only for some idiot to destroy it, I'm sure making him suffer would be the least I'd do against him.

"Tsurumi-kun, Kawasaki-san, can you both show behavior appropriate for our age?" Yukinoshita placed her hand on her forehead upon seeing our actions.

"So, you plan to let it go?"

"I never said that."

Yukinoshita's smile in response to Kawasaki's words was icy.

Looking at it another way, the service club is currently composed of very dangerous people. I wouldn't want to be on their bad side, and if for some reason, some idiot does, I'll be the one to handle that. I can be very persuasive.

"Don't worry; the student council will take care of punishing those involved, so let's avoid getting into more trouble, okay?"

Normally, I would oppose this, but I'm sure we'd cause more problems for Shiromeguri-senpai, and besides, if she says so, we have no other choice.

"Tch."

Kawasaki just clicked her tongue but didn't say anything more.

"If you're okay with that, then there's nothing more to do." Yumiko sighed; I'm sure she wanted to confront those guys. And if it goes wrong, count on me or Kawasaki to handle it.

"If Shiromeguri-senpai says so, then there's no problem on our part."

With our president's words, we concluded that topic. Now, we just have to continue making more flyers and posters to replace the destroyed ones.

Luckily, Yukinoshita made me buy extra materials, so we have materials to use.

Now, how should I deal with those th...

"Tsurumi-kun, why are you wearing a sinister expression?"

Yukinoshita's words brought me out of my thoughts.

"It's my usual face." I replied in my usual tone; I need to change my expressions when thinking about things.

"Now that I think about it, we all seem to agree with Shiromeguri-senpai's words except you." As expected, Yukinoshita knows me well.

Everyone's gaze focused on me.

"Do you all think so poorly of me? Don't answer that." It's obvious they do. "I didn't see it necessary since the majority agreed. Besides, do you think I'd track down the culprits and then give them a little lesson?" I said it calmly with a sincere smile.

"Raiden, saying that while cracking your knuckles with one hand undermines your credibility."

Yumiko has a point; I need to change several habits I have.

The accusatory looks from everyone are hard to avoid.

"Fine, you got me." I raised my hands in surrender. "I promise I won't do anything you're thinking, so let's drop that topic."

Shiromeguri-senpai kept looking at me.

I don't blame her; after all, during the cultural festival, in the play, I showed that I'm not just an ordinary person. Knocking out the judo club president isn't something anyone can do. Although I'm sure two more people in this club can.

"If Tsurumi-kun promises, then it's okay." She said with a warm smile.

Seriously, how can senpai look so cute saying such words?

With everything resolved, we continued making more posters and flyers to replace the destroyed ones. It would also be good to expand our area so more students can see them.

With only 2 days left for the speech and, at the same time, the vote, propaganda is of utmost importance.

This way, more than half an hour passed, and realizing we had enough material, it's time to go put them up.

"I'll go put them up before they pile up."

I took several posters and flyers, as well as tape.

No one questioned my initiative; after all, I may be many things, but I'm a man of my word. If I said I wouldn't do anything physical against the guys who broke things, it means I won't.

With the materials ready, my journey through the entire school began.

After several minutes, I finished my work, so I approached one of the vending machines to buy something to drink.

With my drink in hand, I decided to return to the service club, although I had some posters left, but maybe we can think of better places to put them.

While on my way, I noticed two guys in front of one of the posters I had just put up.

I have many suspicions about this, and maybe my hypothesis is correct.

But I promised that I wouldn't do anything, so I hid in a corner and recorded the moment when those two tore the poster.

"Seriously, how do these things keep appearing if we're breaking them?"

"Those helping with her campaign must have a lot of free time."

"Although we'll keep breaking them, hahaha."

With this, both of them left the place.

I don't know all the students at Sobu High, but I can assume they are second-year students. Since the first-years have no valid reason to do something like this, and the third-years are busy with university entrance exams to be tearing down posters.

I approached the crime scene and put up one of the spare posters again. It really annoys me that some idiots destroy the efforts of others, but I promised Shiromeguri-senpai that I wouldn't do anything physical against this.

But.

What if I did it another way? There are many ways to destroy someone, not necessarily physically or psychologically. Just damaging their reputation is enough.

In this case, I'm sure both of them must be on the side of either of the other two candidates, so I came up with an idea. If they want a dirty war, I'll give them one they'll regret for damaging their efforts.

Although I'll also take down the other candidate, but it's just collateral damage. There are always victims.

With this in mind, I changed my course.

Social media is currently an interesting medium since anyone can say whatever they want behind a screen and a fake account.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the place."

I checked the club's name to make sure.

(Communication Club)

Bingo.

I knocked on the door, waiting for confirmation to enter.

"Come in."

After being welcomed, I entered the club.

I must say that this club looks better than I imagined. Cameras, computers, some tablets, and several photo albums could be seen upon entering.

"How can we help you?"

Due to the initiative and being the same voice that let me in, this must be the club president, and if I remember correctly, he was the one who was with Yukinoshita during the cultural festival.

"Good afternoon, I'm Katashi Hoshi, a first-year, sort of an assistant to the student council."

I'd be crazy to give my real name.

"Katashi-kun, how can we assist the student council?"

His tone of voice had a slight change upon learning that I belong to the student council; really, a single word can change others' perceptions.

"Well, I would like to request a copy of the photos from the cultural and sports festival."

During both events, I noticed several guys taking photos of the events and booths since these photos were sold to those who wanted a better memory of those moments.

I bought some. Among them are photos of Yumiko's maid cafe and Shiromeguri-senpai's play, specifically the one where I'm wearing a mask.

"I see, but we handed over the copy to the student council a few weeks ago. So, it's strange that they're asking for another copy."

I expected a response like that since I'm sure the student council's laptop must have files from all previous years.

"As you know, with the upcoming new election for the student council president, some members thought of giving him a little farewell present, a collage of the best moments in both events. Since the president came up with and helped at all times, it will be a surprise. So, taking them from your computer is not an option."

"That's a noble act, but for such things, we would need confirmation from other club members, whether they are second or third years." He said with a serious tone, demonstrating professionalism and ethics.

I hate formalities, but I came prepared.

"I see, that's a shame. Shiromeguri-senpai told me that the members of the communication club would agree. You know, they are very attentive and helpful. She even said they could be called one of the best clubs at Sobu High. Unfortunately, she's a bit busy, so she sent me instead. It's a shame I couldn't fulfill her request. She'll be sad to hear my answer."

I turned around to leave.

3,2,1.

"Wait."

Sometimes I think men are easily manipulated by women.

I turned around.

"If Shiromeguri-san needs it, then we must show what we're worth."

Quickly, all the members moved and started gathering the files I asked for. In less than 5 minutes, they gave me a USB with all the data. I don't know if I should feel proud that my idea worked, or bad because these guys are very manipulable.

"Here are all the photos we took, plus some that we decided not to include because they didn't seem so interesting."

I accepted the USB and stored it.

"Thank you, this will be very helpful." I made a small bow.

"By the way, don't forget to tell Shiromeguri-san that the communication club behaved helpful and very attentive."

I feel sorry for them.

"Don't worry, it will be the first thing I tell her." I said cheerfully.

After saying this, I left the place.

Well, wasn't this too easy? I thought it would be more complicated, and I would have to come up with better excuses, but just mentioning Shiromeguri-senpai's name made things easier.

I feel sorry for them for deceiving them in that way, but there's no other choice since technically, they are helping Shiromeguri-senpai win.

With everything ready, once I get home, it will be time to set the second part of my plan in motion.

With a smile, I headed to the service club.

"Kuro, I'm home."

I said after opening the front door, being greeted by a black ball of fur that jumped towards me.

"I missed you too."

"Nya."

I carried Kuro to my room.

"Be a good cat and just relax; I need to concentrate."

"Nya."

I'll take that as a yes.

I quickly changed and turned on my computer.

"I think this won't be enough."

I walked to my wardrobe and searched for my laptop in one of the drawers. It's quite old, and since I have a PC, I stopped using it. After finding it and turning it on, it worked normally.

"All right, now I have my phone, the PC, and the laptop; this should be enough."

I connected the USB and extracted all the files. When I arrived at the service club, I subtly asked about the other two candidates, and with their names, I searched for them on social media, quickly finding their profiles.

With their identities ready, now comes the most tedious part, finding that person interacting with the guys who tore down the posters.

After an hour of exhaustive searching through photos, I found the ones that would be useful.

Apparently, those two are colluding with a guy who is also running for the student council president position, and he's not part of the current student council team. So, the other girl who is Shiromeguri-senpai's teammate must be innocent, but since I don't know if this is 100% true, I'll be somewhat more lenient with her.

I used my three devices to create several profiles on social media. I invented names and put some photos of random students I have on hand. Now, I have the profiles ready, the photos, and the video I took of those two. Now, it's just a matter of creating chaos.

I stretched due to fatigue. I took my phone to check the time; it's already past 3 am.

"Seriously, I think this is my best work so far."

I smiled seeing all the conversations and opinions of other students. It's total chaos, from insults towards the candidate responsible for sending his classmates to sabotage the other candidates, to profiles defending him and insulting others.

Most of them are the ones I created, but there are always people who will join the chaos one forms. From profiles saying they saw those two also destroying more posters in various places, to profiles excusing them and saying the other two candidates are crap.

During the club, I just have to act like I'm oblivious to the situation and maybe say some comforting words to Shiromeguri-senpai.

I yawned due to the sleepiness overwhelming me, shutting down all my devices and retiring to bed.

As I settled in, I noticed Kuro, who shifted from their spot to snuggle up beside me. A very pampered cat.

My talent for instigating conflict among others is incredible. Although I'm certain it's nothing to be proud of.

With that in mind, I let sleep take over me.

Days passed, and the moment for the speech arrived. Only two candidates showed up: Shiromeguri-senpai and her partner. Both delivered remarkable speeches, yet the victory went to Shiromeguri-senpai, as destined.

The service club rejoiced at her win. After all, we aided in her campaign, so it can be considered our victory too. With three competitive girls in the club, it's obvious they are happy.

In fact, after classes, we'll head to a café for a small celebration. It was Shiromeguri-senpai's suggestion, so we couldn't refuse. But before that, I find myself carrying some boxes to the student council.

Since it was a minimal amount, I was enough to handle it, along with Senpai. Yukinoshita didn't question my actions, knowing we owe a lot to Senpai.

I explained to Yumiko and Kawasaki how Senpai helped me out of a problem, so they understood why I'm so cooperative with her.

This way, I prevent any strange thoughts from arising in Yumiko, as that could cause problems later on. And I prefer to avoid that.

I left those thoughts behind as we entered the student council. The other members had already left, so we just had to leave these in their places and go as well.

"Is this everything?"

"Yes, thank you for your help, Tsurumi-kun."

"It's nothing. You did a lot for me that time, so it's the least I can do."

"I really appreciate it." She gave me a genuine smile.

With this done, it's time to return to the others.

"By the way, Katashi-kun is a nice name."

"I guess." I froze at her words, responding with the first thing that came to mind. Not forgetting that while Shiromeguri-senpai appears innocent, she's bold and perceptive.

"You know, it's strange. I've never had a Kohai with that name, and the student council never assigned someone to request photos from the cultural and sports festival."

"Well, there are all kinds of people."

"Yeah, I can see that." She gave me an innocent smile. I suppose she knows. There's no point in playing dumb.

"What gave me away?"

"An assumption. Besides, the communications club gave me a brief description of Katashi-kun, although the eye color didn't convince me. But I remembered how Miura-san mentioned you wear contact lenses during classes, so the pieces came together."

Just in case, I wore my contact lenses beforehand, so my description should be very generic.

During these days, Shiromeguri-senpai spent a lot of time with the others, so it's not strange that I became the topic of conversation at times.

"Am I in trouble?"

Dragging out the situation is pointless, so I gave up.

"During these afternoons, I talked with the others, so I learned a lot more about you. It was interesting." She smiled at me. "Although it's wrong, I know you did it with good intentions, and there were no victims, as they told me you usually tend to be less subtle, and I witnessed that."

I don't mind Shiromeguri-senpai getting to know me better since I don't hide who I truly am.

"Is that a no?"

"You could say that. Also, I'm responsible for not specifying properly. And well, someone else getting upset on my behalf was a nice gesture, but for next time, consult with me." With that smile, I knew things were okay between us.

She didn't deny that I could do it again, but I have to ask her permission. Shiromeguri-senpai is much more interesting than she appears. After all, humans are inherently selfish.

"By the way, Tsurumi-kun, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

Talking about that, I feel in good spirits.

"Would you like to join the student council?"

Her words left me frozen; I didn't expect her to propose something like that. Unknowingly, my chance to leave the service club is before me.

Since the option to join the student council supersedes that of a club, I can leave that place without a problem. I never thought of this option, but now that the opportunity is here, there's only one answer.

"I..."

Omake: Do you really know him well?

Yumiko POV

I jolted upright, my hands instinctively reaching for my throat, gasping for air that wasn't lacking.

I tried to breathe, attempting to regulate my breath. One of my hands moved to my eyes, where I felt the tears.

"A nightmare?"

It felt so real. Even now, I vividly remember everything I dreamt.

I began to hug my pillow.

"It was just a nightmare; calm down."

Although I knew that, I couldn't stay calm. It was too real. His face and expression were too real. Even now, I still tremble at the thought.

Raiden would never be like that; I know, but I can't shake that image from my mind. He would never consider me a nuisance, treating me like some girl he could have fun with and discard when bored.

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He must be sleeping, but as long as I can hear his voice, it'll be enough.

Several seconds passed before he answered.

"Yumiko, it's three in the morning."

I felt relieved hearing him; his voice was the usual tone. Not the hate-filled voice I remember from my dream.

"It's nothing, good night." I tried to end the call to not bother him more.

Part of me still had some fear from what I dreamt; a terrifying version of Raiden. Someone emotionless and selfish.

"Tell me what happened."

"It's nothing." I said as calmly as possible.

At that moment, I had many thoughts about that dream.

"Don't make me come to your house."

"Huh?"

Maybe it was my tone, but he realized something was wrong. He always notices when something is amiss. Seriously, isn't he too perceptive? I forced a smile unknowingly.

"I had a nightmare, so I just wanted to hear your voice..."

"I'd normally tell you it's not a big deal, but that depends on each person. But try to go back to sleep; it's just a dream. If you dwell on it too much, it'll only get worse."

He's right, but still, it was so real. My mind vividly recalls how Raiden went against me, trying to harm me, saying that I no longer serve him and that I'm just a hindrance.

"By the way, can I ask you something?"

Since I woke up, something has been on my mind, and I couldn't sleep until I heard his answer.

"Go ahead." He said with a sleepy tone.

"Do you consider me a nuisance?"

This is something I want to know. I never would have thought, but that dream felt so real.

"That's a very general question." He said in a mocking tone.

"Just answer!" I couldn't help but shout as I saw him not taking it seriously.

"It's three in the morning; you'll wake up the neighbors. But to answer your question, I suppose so." I felt my chest tighten. "But that's part of your charm."

"Huh?" I couldn't comprehend it.

"I don't think I'm the best person to say this, but your attitude and way of doing things make you interesting and fun, even if it seems annoying at times. I enjoy it inside. You know me better than others; if you were really a nuisance, I would have told you a long time ago."

I know Raiden is sincere; if something bothers him, he'll say it without hesitation. Always straightforward with his words, he would never lie about something.

I feel stupid for asking this. I began to laugh subconsciously.

Any doubt I had vanished from my mind. He said it; I'm the one who knows him best. I should be proud of that. Those words made me feel warm inside.

"Does that answer your question?"

"It does, thank you." I felt relieved with myself.

"So that's it for tonight, so I'll go back to..."

"Wait, I want to ask you another question."

"Do you know that people need a minimum of 8 hours of sleep? So go ahead."

I wanted to tease him a bit for his attitude, but I remembered that I called him at 3 in the morning, and he still offered to come to find me.

"If there were a situation where you had to choose between Yukinoshita or me..."

"I would choose you without hesitation."

"I didn't even finish talking!"

I couldn't help but laugh at how he responded even before hearing everything. After all, the events of my nightmare were triggered by that, where Raiden preferred to be with Yukinoshita than with me, telling me I'm a hindrance, and he got bored with me.

"Yukinoshita is just the president of the club they forced me to join, while you are someone more important to me. There's no comparison. If it were up to me, Yukinoshita can go to hell." He said with his usual tone.

I found his words amusing, though I blushed at how he referred to me.

"So, Yumiko-sama, is that all for now, or do you want me to stay with you until dawn?"

"I release you from your responsibilities; rest, Raiden." I decided to play along.

"That's good." I heard him yawn. "Then see you tomorrow."

"Rest. Although before you go, if you had to choose between Kawasaki or me, who would you choose?"

Seconds passed, and there was no response, but I could hear the sound of his breathing.

"You fell asleep, didn't you? Or are you just doing it to avoid answering?" I asked.

In the same way, I only heard his breathing. He must have fallen asleep; he sounded tired during the call.

"Rest well, Raiden. ... I love you." I said quietly.

I hung up the call and put away my phone. I lay back down since I have school in a few hours.

It was just a nightmare, but with Raiden's words, I feel much better.

Before falling asleep, I held onto the collar that Raiden gave me, this time to avoid any strange dreams.

Gradually, I let my mind give in to sleep.

With classes concluded, my destination should be the service club, but Raiden sent me a message, so I headed to the rooftop first.

Once on the rooftop, I opened the door and noticed Raiden already waiting for me.

"It's unusual for you to call me when we'll meet at the club." I said, though it doesn't bother me.

"I like to be unexpected on occasion." He replied.

"That doesn't make sense."

"I know."

I chuckled at his little act.

"So, can I know the reason for your message?"

"You can call it simple curiosity, but I want to know what you dreamt about, since going to the extent of calling me was strange."

"It was just a nightmare. Don't pay it much mind."

After waking up, that dream doesn't matter to me.

"If that were the case, you wouldn't have called me at three in the morning."

"You're right."

I don't have anything against telling him, so I began narrating it from start to finish. His expression changed at some points, but it wasn't like the ones I saw in my dreams.

Initially, we were at the service club, but at that moment, when I started joking with Raiden, he told me he was tired of me, that I was just a hindrance. Even Yukinoshita supported his words. After hearing that, I ran away crying from the place, ran until I didn't know where I was, ending up in a park. After a few hours, Raiden found me, telling me that I'm a nuisance and that I only cause problems. When I tried to ask why, that's when everything got worse, as he just insulted and scorned me. Moreover, after doing that, he put his hands on my neck, something he would never do, but even so, the nightmare felt so real. But now, I don't care anymore.

"You know, I feel like hitting myself for some strange reason." He said, looking very concentrated.

"That won't change anything." I found his words amusing.

"I know, but hearing that version of me disgusts me. I want to punch that guy, but it's me, so..."

"It's okay, it was just a bad dream. You don't have to hit yourself for that." I said, preventing Raiden from hitting himself with his fist.

It was just an act, but it was entertaining.

I don't understand why I dreamt that; the Raiden in my dream can never be the Raiden I know.

"We better head back to the club, or Yukinoshita will be a pain when we arrive."

"You're right; that girl is a nuisance."

I have to agree with Raiden; Yukinoshita is a pain when it comes to punctuality.

"By the way." Raiden extended one of his hands toward me. "Take it as an apology for my actions in my version of your dream." I noticed his mocking tone.

"That doesn't make sense." even though I said this, I took his hand. "But I appreciate the gesture." I said with a smile.

That way, we both headed towards the service club.