I tried telling her in a round-about way.
“Kisshouin-san, did something good happen? You seem really happy.”
“Goodness…” she replied, with her face covered by her hands.
Thank goodness. She stopped after that.
But the Student Council President, huh. Is she into those charismatic types?
*
Kisshouin-san’s love didn’t seem to be working out. I haven’t made any progress with Honda-san, so I really know how you feel!
While we were talking, she told me about a matchmaking shrine here in Tokyo.
It’s embarrassing for a guy to go by himself, but since she went out of her way to tell me, I decided to go after all.
“Kisshouin-san, I checked out the shrine and got a fortune too.”
“My. Is that so. How was the fortune?”
“Mn, unfortunately I only got Middle Blessing.”
“I see…”
“You got one too, didn’t you. How was it?”
“…I got Blessing.”
“Ah, I see. That’s a shame.”
“…”
Is she making that weird expression because she got Blessing? Then again, you can’t really call it a good result, so.
Kisshouin-san quietly clucked her tongue. A girl shouldn’t do things like that, Kisshouin-san.
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After a while, Kisshouin-san completely stopped making her visits to the Student Council.
Oh? That’s weird, I thought, so I asked her,
“You haven’t been going to the Student Council recently, have you?”
but with a dreadful expression she said,
“Did you know, Class Rep? First loves never bear fruit, you know~ They never bear fruit~ Class Rep!”
and chased after me like she was cursing me. That’s scary, Kisshouin-san!
When we parted that day, just before she left, she turned around and grinned at me.
Demons, begone!
When I got home later, I wrote my first love poem. I’ll exorcise this taint through poetry!
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Incidentally, for some reason Kisshouin-san will say pensively every autumn,
“It’s the season for moon viewing, isn’t it~”
I guess despite all her quirks, she’s still Kisshouin Reika. How refined.
She might be an oddball in a few places, and sometimes she looks at couples with resentful eyes, but the soft-hearted and occasionally silly Kisshouin-san is somebody I really like.
But I have to say, he observes her quite a bit too. During the bird poop incident, he was smiling away.
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Enjou-kun is my idol.
He does everything with a smile on his face, and even though he never looks like he studies very hard, his grades are always top class.
Rather than Kaburagi-kun who’s like an absolute and charismatic ruler, I prefer Enjou-kun’s gentle atmosphere more.
Even when Kaburagi-kun stays quiet, people get this urge to serve him. He’s good at sports and academics. His pedigree and wealth are beyond criticism too. He’s perfect. Sometimes when I see him gazing out the window, I can’t help but feel how much more mature he is than me. But all that makes him too scary to approach.
In that regard, Enjou-kun is the opposite because of how he always talks to people with a smile.
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When I entered my first year of middle school, I ended up in the same class as Enjou-kun. I was class rep, but between the schism with the Internals and Externals, and all the girls gunning for Enjou-kun, everything was just insane.
Each time it was Enjou-kun who would ask me “Are you okay?” and help me out. Whenever the girls who liked him became too much, he would always warn them gently so that they wouldn’t be hurt. When it came to the Externals, he would direct them to the right people and committees to help them acclimate to the school.
That casual consideration for people…! My fellow rep Honda-san was entranced by him too.
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In my third year of middle school, I was worried about how I was class rep for Kaburagi-kun’s class. Enjou-kun suggested Kisshouin-san for the vice rep.
Isn’t Kisshouin-san the female version of Kaburagi-kun!
She’s always smiling and surrounded by her friends, the number one girl that you don’t want to make an enemy of.
If Kaburagi-kun is the Emperor, then Kisshouin-san is the Empress. Scaryy!
But in the end, Kisshouin-san agreed. As expected of Enjou-kun. To think he could even persuade Kisshouin-san.
As for Kisshouin-san herself, she turned out to be easier to talk to than I’d expected.
But I’m still a little nervous. The pressure from the girls behind her is especially nerve-wracking…