Chapter 42: Chapter 41

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“Umm, Kisshouin-san. There’s a little something I’d like to talk to you about. Is that okay?”

From his face, it looked like something pretty big, so we went behind the school building where less people were around.

“What might this be?”

It looks like he’s been wanting to talk to me for a while, after all. But Cla.s.s Rep just fidgeted, and didn’t manage to start speaking. Seems like it was something hard to say, so I just stayed quiet and waited.

“Umm, since you’re a smart person, Kisshouin-san, I thought maybe you’d already noticed.”

“My, me, a smart person? Not at all.”

I wonder if that’s how he sees me in his head. But still, I wonder what this is about. I really can’t think of anything at all~ Ah-, his face turned red. Seriouslyy, what’s up~?

“The truth is, I like Honda-san.”

“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;”

&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;I’m sorry. I was conceited. I ended up wondering if he maybe liked me. ‘I wonder what it is I have no idea what this could be this is definitely a confession’, I thought.

AAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I’M SUCH AN EMBARRa.s.sING PERSONNNN!!

WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU GETTING ALL CONCEITED FOR! ‘Has my time finally come!?’ I thought! ‘But I’m so troubled~ I don’t think of him that way at all~ ‘ I thought! Delusions, and on top of that, condescending delusions! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for not knowing my place! I wanna be one of those bobble head toys and just continue to bow in apology!

I mean, I’ve never been popular before. It’s always been a bit of a fantasy. ‘Is it finally my turn for a shoujo manga development!?’ I accidentally thought.

“Um, Kisshouin-san? Is something wrong?”

“&h.e.l.lip;No, nothing at all.”

Pulling myself together and changing gears, I faced Cla.s.s Rep. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice my conceited misunderstanding. Let’s just continue the conversation like nothing happened.

“Well? You say you like Honda-san, but why speak to me about it?”

Yeah, seriously. To begin with, why speak to me about this? You know&h.e.l.lip; it’s Cla.s.s Rep’s fault as well for being misleading, right? If he likes Miharu-chan, then can’t he just tell her that? Why keep glancing my way, and call me out to a place like this? It has nothing to do with me, right? Or so I was thinking, getting angry even though I was in the wrong.

“Because you’re like the leader of the girls, Kisshouin-san. I thought maybe you could cooperate with me, or something like that.”

“Cooperate? Helping you confess?”

“Confess!? I just wanted to find out more about her. Also, if possible, I want you to use this.”

What he shyly handed over to me was a picture of Cla.s.s Rep and Honda-san together in cla.s.s. I guess he wants me to put this in the alb.u.m?

After that, Cla.s.s Rep started talking his heart out to me. About how he was cla.s.s rep with her last year and ended up liking her. About how when he cut his finger, Honda-san bandaged it for him, and about how she did girly things. About how he thought he’d get to be cla.s.s rep with her this year too, but got depressed when it was somebody else. (Well sorryyy that it was me!)

“Also, I want her to write on this too&h.e.l.lip;”

He brought out a signature book. I thought that only girls did this stuff, but do boys do it too? Speaking of which, there were boys all into the matchmaker shrine too, weren’t there. I may have a surprisingly high number of effeminate boys in my grade.

“Cla.s.s Rep, you also pulled a love fortune at Kyoto, didn’t you.”

“It was ‘great blessing’.”

Again, his face went red. Well, good for you then. I got ‘future blessing’, you know?

“Leaving the photo aside, what if you asked for the signature yourself? Why is there a need for me to ask?”

“Because it’s hard to suddenly ask for one, you know? We’re not even cla.s.s reps together anymore, so we hardly even talk.”

“&h.e.l.lip;Well, I apologise for becoming the vice rep then.”

I stabbed right into his happy att.i.tude. As expected, Cla.s.s Rep went into a panic and started saying stuff like “Not at all! You’ve been really, really helpful!”. Hmph.

“I understand. Very well, then. In that case, while Honda-san and I are together, come casually asking for my signature. You can use our being cla.s.s reps as an excuse. At that time, I will casually bring up the fact that Honda-san also served with you last year, and from there, please ask her for her signature.”

“Eh-, can I really pull off so much acting? Ah-, but I’ll do my best.”

He looks uneasy. Was Cla.s.s Rep this kind of boy? I thought he was more of a diligent, and stereotypical ‘cla.s.s rep’ type, you knoww?

*imouto*

On a later day, Cla.s.s Rep came along with signature book in hand, and subjected us to some monotone acting. Miharu-chan showed no signs of noticing his feelings, and happily accepted. While she was at it, she asked for Cla.s.s Rep’s signature as well, so he turned red.

After that, when I asked Miharu-chan if she liked anyone at the moment, she said that she didn’t but her type was something like Enjou-sama. And so I went and pa.s.sed that info to Cla.s.s Rep, who went “Enjou-kun, huh&h.e.l.lip;” and got depressed. “It’s not like she actually likes Enjou himself. Her type is simply similar to him. Doesn’t that mean you still have hope?” I said in consolation, but it didn’t look like it had much effect. Sorry, Cla.s.s Rep. I was a little mean to you.

*imouto*

And also, it looks like girls and boys who got close because of the signature book popped up here and there. Nothing particularly happened to me though. The adult me thinks that romance is way too early for primary schoolers, but who really knows, huh~? It’s not like I’m saying this because of an inferiority complex, okay?

*imouto*

Aahh, we’re graduating next year, huhh? Once I enter middle school, I wonder if spring will come for me this time. I only got ‘future blessing’ so my hopes are slim though.