Chapter 1 | Toward Summer

As summer vacation approaches, it’s only natural for students to get a bit giddy with anticipation, but by the time you’re a high schooler, you can’t exactly bounce around like an elementary kid anymore.

The summer of your second year is when some start feeling the weight of those four words: college entrance exams. In fact, I’ve already overheard a few classmates whispering about things like, “What’re you doing for summer cram school?”

So, yeah, I’ve got to start thinking about my future bit by bit.

I’ve already decided I’m going to university, but… the only other thing I’m certain about is my life with my girlfriend, Umi. Maybe enrolling in the same university the spring after next, hopefully moving in together after that, and then—when I think about all the things I want to do with Umi, my mind overflows with ideas. But anything else? It’s like my brain just blanks out.

I’ve always said I don’t care much about the kind of job I have as long as I can live with Umi, but maybe it’s time I paid a bit more attention to my own interests.

…Well, for now, it’s not the future I need to worry about—it’s the final exams staring me down.

“Ughhh… Hey, Umi, you know what today is, right? As my best friend, you’ve gotta know!”

“Yup, of course. It’s the study session for the final exams starting after the break, right? Gotta work hard to ace those tests.”

“Yeah, that’s true… but no! It’s my birthday! July 7th, Tanabata, the one day a year when Princess Orihime and Hikoboshi get to share a romantic moment together. So why am I stuck flipping through a math textbook, fighting off sleepiness…?”

“You’re not fighting sleepiness—you’re fighting the problems in front of you. Look, once we’re done, I’ll make sure we have a proper birthday party, so just hang in there. Here, four more pages.”

“Guh… Ma-Maki-kun…”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”

I gently brush off the pleading, teary-eyed gaze Amami-san shoots my way.

As she proudly announced, today, July 7th, is indeed Amami-san’s birthday. We usually hold our study sessions at my place, but just for today, we’ve moved to the Amami family’s living room. The five of us are gathered around a big table, cramming for exams.

I feel a bit bad for Amami-san, but I hope she can tough it out just a little longer.

“Maki, sorry, but how do you translate this English passage? It’s so long, I’m totally lost.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. See, the ‘that’ here connects to the part that follows… If you translate it in this order, it might make more sense.”

“Oh, got it. Thanks, man.”

Since today’s study session doubles as a birthday party, Nozomu’s joining us too.

It’s the middle of the summer tournament season, a crucial time for the baseball team, so if they’d kept winning, Nozomu would probably be out on the pitcher’s mound fighting through the qualifiers instead of sitting in Amami-san’s living room.

“Seki, you’re going at it harder than usual today. Feeling extra fired up after that first-round loss?”

“…Oi, Nitta, I’m trying to distract myself from the regret, and you’re just rubbing it in… Ugh.”

“Nozomu, cheer up. You lost, but that last game was super close, wasn’t it? You were working harder than anyone out there… Right, guys?”

“Yeah, Maki-kun’s right! Your opponents were one of the top baseball schools in the prefecture, weren’t they? Even though you lost, it was neck-and-neck until the end. Right, Umi?”

“Yup. I caught a glimpse of the other team’s bench, and they seemed pretty rattled by how good Seki was. You did everything you could, didn’t you?”

“Thanks, everyone… But man, losing still stings like hell.”

“Tough luck, Seki.”

“Nitta, you’re the only one acting all casual about it… Not that I’m surprised, that’s just you.”

As for the game we went to cheer for, they lost 0-1, unfortunately.

It was a first-round exit, but even to an amateur like me, Nozomu was clearly giving it his all. He held a powerhouse school to zero runs for most of the game, got a hit as a batter, and kept the team’s spirits high.

But in the scorching heat of the final innings, a mistake on our side let the opponents snag a single run, and they locked it down from there for the win.

There might’ve been a chance to pull through, but capitalizing on those moments is probably what separates the strong teams from the rest.

Since they lost early, it means I’ll get to hang out with Nozomu during summer break, which I’m secretly happy about… but knowing how seriously he was aiming for nationals, it’s a complicated feeling.

“—Oh my, what’s with all the long faces? You’re all looking so gloomy. It’s my daughter’s birthday, and all this moping is putting me in a bind.”

“Oh, Mom, you’re back! Did you get the cake?”

“Yup. It came out exactly as ordered, so get ready to be impressed.”

While we’re consoling Nozomu, the only club member among us, Eri-san comes into the living room, fresh from shopping. It’s been a while since we all gathered in Amami-san’s living room like this—since Umi’s birthday, actually—so Eri-san seems a little extra excited.

Besides the cake, there’s a huge chunk of meat, fruits, and more… It’s shaping up to be another extravagant feast I feel almost guilty about.

“Let’s see… Seki-kun, this is our first time meeting, right? I watched your game with everyone, so it doesn superfine like a first meeting.”

“Uh, h-hey. I’m Seki Nozomu. Um, Yuu… I mean, Amami-san’s always been good to me.”

“Oh, you can just call her Yuu. And me, you can call Eri. As for my daughter… eh, whatever works.”

“M-Mom! Geez, we’re studying, so don’t interrupt!”

“Yes, yes. I’ll leave some snacks here, so grab them if you’re hungry. I’ll get dinner ready soon.”

With that, Eri-san heads off to the kitchen.

“Sorry, Seki-kun. My mom got kinda obsessed with you after your game and kept nagging me to bring you over.”

“Huh, really? Well, if it’s not a bother, I guess that’s fine.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“““…”””

“What’s with you guys? Got something to say, I’m all ears.”

“Nah, I got nothing.”

“Same as Maki.”

“No objections here!”

Watching Amami-san and Nozomu, you can definitely sense this awkward distance between them.

I get that their history of one rejecting the other plays a part, but… maybe they could lean a bit more into the “friends” vibe?

“Anyway, Eri-san’s back, so let’s wrap up studying quick. Maki, I’ll handle Yuu one-on-one, so you take care of the other two.”

“Got it. Let’s aim to finish within the next hour, then. Nitta-san, Nozomu, that’s the plan, so let’s push through.”

“Alright.”

“Sure thing.”

Like always, Umi and I split up to tutor the three of them.

It’s not exactly easy, since I’m juggling my own work too, but watching the three of them steadily absorb what I teach them is honestly pretty rewarding.

As long as I’m with these five, pretty much anything feels fun.

“…Maki, I’m done.”

“Class Rep, me too.”

“Oh, okay… Yup, looks good. Umi, how’s it going over there?”

“Barely passing, I’d say.”

“Hauuu…”

Amami-san, having finally earned a passing mark from Umi the drill sergeant, slumps onto the table like all the energy’s drained out of her.

I tend to go easy on her, but Umi’s got no qualms about being strict, so maybe she’s cut out for teaching or something.

…Though, judging from the daily complaints I hear from Yagisawa-sensei, being a teacher—public servant or not—is no walk in the park.

Anyway, we’ve finished everything we needed to do for today’s study session, so now it’s time for the main event: the birthday party.

We clear away the textbooks and stationery scattered across the living room, tidy up the table and surrounding area, and just as we’re done, Eri-san brings out the cake.

A whole cake adorned with sugar candies shaped like sunflowers—perfectly fitting Amami-san’s vibrant personality—and piled high with colorful fruits.

In the center, a chocolate plaque reads, Yuu, Happy 17th Birthday, written in white chocolate.

“Wow, this cake is so cute… Thanks, Mom!”

“You’re welcome. I’ve got a present for you too, but first, go on and blow out the candles.”

“Yup! …Hehe, before that, can you guys do the usual thing?”

““““Got it!””””

The classic Happy Birthday song fills the living room. We did this for Umi’s birthday too, so it’s my second time, but singing it still feels kinda ticklish and embarrassing.

…Still, it’s undeniably fun.

“Phew… Alright, I blew them all out in one go!”

“That was a pretty long ‘one go,’ but anyway, happy birthday, Yuu.”

“Thanks, Umi! And thanks, everyone!”

Surrounded by everyone’s cheers, Amami-san beams with a smile so wide it lights up the room. For a fleeting moment, I catch a glimmer at the corner of her eyes, but it’s probably just tears of joy, right?

People who don’t know her might not realize it, but Amami-san struggles with the same things we do. Schoolwork, relationships, you name it.

She stands out more than most, which means she’ll likely face jealousy or curious stares down the road, but that’s exactly when we, her friends, want to step in and support her.

Like me, Umi, Nozomu, and Nitta-san are watching Amami-san with softened gazes, and I’m sure they feel the same.

“Alright, next up is the exciting present time—but I bet everyone’s getting hungry, so how about we dig into the food first?”

“Totally agree! I was studying so hard under Umi’s watch, I’m starving!”

“That’s a weird way to phrase it… Anyway, I’m hungry too. Thanks to a certain spoiled princess who doesn’t listen.”

“Ugh, you’re way more blatant about it than I am!”

The usual banter fills the living room with a warm, lively atmosphere as we devour the dishes Eri-san prepared. They’re completely different from the ones at Umi’s birthday party, but every single one is delicious. It might be unfair to compare, but her cooking skills are on par with Umi’s mom, Sora-san.

Then, out of nowhere, I realize I haven’t eaten my mom’s cooking in a while. With her busy work schedule, I’ve taken over most of the cooking at the Maehara house, but I don’t mind the occasional dish she makes when she’s in the mood.

…Come to think of it, there was a time when she’d go all out for my birthday like this too.

As I quietly get a bit sentimental, I feel a gentle poke at my cheek.

“Maki, what’s up? You’ve got that ‘deep in thought’ face on.”

“Huh, really? To me, it just looks like his usual Class Rep face.”

“Class Rep face… No, I was just thinking about the past. I know it sounds like I’m fishing for attention, but my birthday’s next month. I’ll be seventeen too.”

“Oh! Right, right! Your birthday’s August 6th, isn’t it, Maki-kun? It’s exactly twice the dates of Umi’s birthday, so it’s super easy to remember!”

“Don’t memorize my boyfriend’s birthday like it’s a history timeline. …But yeah, now that you mention it, it’s coming up, isn’t it?”

“Geez, Umi, don’t act like you haven’t been counting down the days since forever! Bet you’ve been planning his birthday since the start of the year.”

“As if. …Okay, maybe I started thinking about it a little after Valentine’s Day.”

“…Hey, Umi, isn’t that what people call ‘planning in advance’?”

Valentine’s Day was about half a year ago, but that kind of thing is so very Umi, and I can’t help but find it adorable, indulging in some couple-y thoughts.

With final exams and summer break looming, I’d almost forgotten, but for Umi, this is her first time celebrating my birthday as both a friend and a girlfriend.

I wasn’t quite as intense as Umi, but I remember feeling restless after White Day, around the start of spring break. What gift to choose, what words to say—seeing Umi fidget with her collar, her cheeks slightly flushed, I realize she’s going through the same thing I did back then.

“Hey, since we’re on the topic, why don’t we all celebrate Maki-kun’s birthday together? It’s a school day, so we can hang out afterward and have cake at my place, like today. Mom, that’s okay, right?”

“You sure know how to spring things on me… But I’m fine with it. I’ll be visiting Hayato-san’s family for Obon, but August is mostly free otherwise.”

“Yay! Everyone’s free too, right?”

“I’m free, so sure. Celebrating the Class Rep is kinda meh, but it’s better than staying home.”

“I’ve probably got club, but I’m good from the evening on.”

Amami-san, Nitta-san, and Nozomu are all in. And with Eri-san’s enthusiastic approval for the venue, we’re set.

No need to ask me, so that just leaves—

“Umi, everyone’s on board. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me. It’s like my birthday, so let’s go all out with everyone. Besides, you shouldn’t turn down kindness like this. …Or what, Maki, did you want to spend the whole night alone with me until dawn?”

“Whoa, Class Rep, that’s a bit too spicy, don’t you think? We all know you two are a lovey-dovey couple, but with so many girls here, maybe keep those comments in check.”

“My words got totally twisted there…”

I won’t deny that since our trip last month (a hometown visit, maybe?), I’ve been more curious about all sorts of things about Umi, but that’s beside the point. Like Umi said, if everyone’s willing to celebrate with me, I don’t want to brush off their kindness or make it awkward.

Knowing Amami-san and Eri-san’s personalities, they’ll probably go all out like today… which makes me feel a bit guilty, but still.

“If everyone’s cool with it… it might be a bit early, but I’ll take you up on the offer for now.”

“Sweet, it’s settled! Hehe, I was thinking August might just be endless bowls of gifted somen noodles, but with Maki-kun’s birthday, I’m starting to get excited!”

“Hey, somen’s delicious too. Alright, Yuu, you’re getting somen dishes that day.”

“Eek… M-Mom, uh, um… Hehe, you look extra pretty today, Mom!”

“Yuu-chin, you’re terrible at sucking up.”

Nitta-san’s quip makes everyone in the room burst out laughing.

A year ago, I never could’ve imagined this—so many people around me when I used to be all alone.

A year ago versus now. Which is better depends on the person, but for a lonely guy like me, having people by my side feels right.

I’d never say it out loud—it’s too embarrassing—but I love everyone here.

Of course, Umi’s still number one by a mile, no question.

…Ugh, I’m naturally slipping into dumb thoughts again.

In the midst of the lively atmosphere, our hearts and stomachs full of happiness, we move on to the main event of the birthday party: gift-giving for today’s star.

Leading off, Eri-san presents a hat from a brand Amami-san had been eyeing. I’m not exactly versed in women’s fashion brands, but according to Umi, it’s “kinda pricey,” so I decide not to dwell on the details.

Presents are about the thought, not the price. And since Amami-san is just a friend, going overboard with spending might make her feel bad, given how kind she is.

“…Nozomu, are you, like, nervous or something?”

“…”

“Nozomu.”

“!! Uh, w-what?”

“…Nozomu, maybe take a deep breath for starters.”

Nozomu’s clumsy in his own way, so I figure I should step in if he needs help.

To think I’d be the one looking out for a guy friend—life sure takes unexpected turns sometimes.

“Yuu-chin, happy birthday. Here.”

“Thanks, Nina-chi! You always have such great taste—I’m kinda jealous.”

“Really? You look good in anything, Yuu-chin, so it’s easy to pick something out.”

Even so, she’s not just picking randomly, and that’s something worth learning from—especially for Nozomu.

“Oh, Amami-san, um, this is from me too… I wanted to give you something better, but since we didn’t win the game…”

“Victory as a present? Seki, that’s kinda cheesy.”

“I-It’s fine, isn’t it? You’re getting presents from everyone, so I thought this’d be more my style as a sports nut.”

“Oh, I see. But you were super cool out there, Seki-kun! So don’t feel too down about it, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, right. Nitta, you should take a page out of Amami-san’s book sometimes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Nozomu and Nitta-san tend to bicker like this in settings like these, but it doesn’t feel like they hate each other or anything, so from the outside, they actually seem kinda well-matched.

…Though apparently, neither of them is the other’s type at all.

“Both of you, calm down… Oh, right. Amami-san, this is from us.”

“We could’ve picked separately, but we figured pooling our money would give us more options. …Happy birthday, Yuu.”

“Wow, thanks, Umi, and Maki-kun too! It’s a huge bag. Can I open it?”

““Go ahead.””

When she excitedly opens the bag and pulls out the contents, there’s a grumpy-looking bear plushie inside.

“Oh, this is…”

“Yup. It’s the same type as the one you gave me for my birthday, remember?”

“Unlike the one in Umi’s room, this one’s got a ribbon.”

“You’re right, the ribbon’s super stylish and cute! I’m putting this in my room starting tonight. …Hehe, it’s like we’re matching, Umi, so I’m really happy.”

When Umi and I were out picking presents (and doubling it as a date), we stumbled across this and got hyped up, buying it on a whim. Seeing Amami-san’s reaction, it looks like she loves it, which is a relief.

By the way, this bear plushie apparently got popular with a certain crowd after Amami-san bought hers, and the price is now about 1.5 times what it was back then—a little secret between us.

Trends are weirdly complicated.

“Hey, Umi, what should we name this plushie? What did you name the one I gave you?”

“Huh? Uh, it’s been a while since I got it, but I never really thought about naming it. I mean, I’ve got that shark plushie too, and it’s just nameless.”

“Yuu-chin, don’t tease Umi too much, okay? Even Umi’s got one or two embarrassing secrets she doesn’t want people knowing.”

“Huh? I didn’t mean it like that… Oh! Right, I get it. Hehe, sorry, Umi, for asking something weird. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

“…Both of you, are you making some huge misunderstanding? Hey, Maki?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure thing.”

Actually, Nitta-san and Amami-san’s guesses aren’t too far off… but for Umi’s sake, I’ll keep it under wraps.

…Like I’d ever know—or have heard—that when Umi’s alone in her room, she cuddles that bear plushie (which supposedly looks like me) and calls my name repeatedly, according to top-secret info from Sora-san. Nope, no clue.

“Putting Umi’s private life aside, let’s focus on naming this little guy. What do you all think would be good?”

“Class Rep.”

“…Ma-Makiko.”

Hold up, those answers need a timeout.

“Nitta-san’s just being her usual self, but Nozomu, you too?”

“No, I mean, the more I look at this plushie, the more it kinda looks like the Class Rep.”

“Hm, now that you mention it, I can kinda see it.”

“R-Really…?”

Amami-san’s been insisting on this for a while, and it’s kinda stuck, but I don’t really get it.

I know I’ve got a bit of a grumpy face compared to most, but when everyone says it, I start doubting my own perception.

There’s a certain charm in the grumpiness, or so I feel when I look at it, so it’s not that bad, I guess.

“Sorry to interrupt the mini-naming contest, but the shop clerk said this one’s supposed to be a girl, technically. Also, try not to play around with my boyfriend’s name too much.”

“Yeah, you two, it’s a girl, so no boyish names like that… Oh, but Makiko-chan does sound kinda girly…?”

“Amami-san, please don’t get swept up in the vibe.”

If this keeps going, it’s gonna spiral into something irreversible, so I’m desperately trying to steer it back.

Also, I can’t say this in front of everyone, but my name’s already taken by Umi, so that’s a no-go. Not that it’s not a weird situation in itself.

“How about we put the name on hold for now? Even my dog Rocky took a week to name. Yuu, on the other hand, popped into my head the second she was born.”

“Mom, is that a compliment or a diss?”

“Well, it’s nice that you were born on such an easy-to-remember day, isn’t it? My name was decided pretty quickly too, I hear. Daichi for earth, my brother Riku for land, so the next one had to be Umi for sea.”

“Huh, that’s how it was for you, Umi? I don’t care about that stuff, so I’ve never asked about my name’s origin. What about you, Class Rep?”

“My dad’s Itsuki and my mom’s Masaki, so they took parts of their names to make Maki. …Hearing it like this, it’s kinda interesting how everyone’s names have their own stories.”

Eri-san’s timely save helps steer the naming issue away, so I’m relieved for now.

I don’t know what Amami-san will decide later, but since Umi and I picked it out together, I hope she, as the owner, gives it a name she’ll cherish.

…As long as it’s not Class Rep or Makiko, I’m good.

And so, after a fun-filled time at Amami-san’s birthday party, it’s time for the much-dreaded (or anticipated?) final exam period.

I don’t know about everyone else, but for me, aiming to move up to the advanced class next year, this semester’s finals are more critical than ever.

Day one, day two, day three—I carefully tackle each subject, following Umi’s advice to the letter.

“—Alright, this should probably be fine…”

On the last day of finals, I double-check the final problem just as the bell rings, signaling the end of the exam period.

Results will come later, but for now, I can say good job to myself.

Released from the tension, I slump onto my desk, exhausted.

Once finals are over, there’s nothing left to do until the closing ceremony. Summer break is just around the corner.

“—Alright, everyone, good work on the tests. There are no more classes today, so go home and recharge from all that studying… is what I’d love to say, but we’ve got a little something to discuss, so bear with me for a bit.”

“Yes! Yagisawa-sensei, is it about the sports festival?”

“Nice catch, Amami-san. Yup, it’s about the big, fun event happening in early September, right after summer break, in the scorching late-summer heat. …Ugh, what a pain.”

I’ll pretend I didn’t hear sensei’s low, grumbled mutter, but this is another event we can’t forget about.

Our high school’s sports festival, held every other year alternating with the cultural festival, is one of the major school events in autumn. I’d love to ask why it’s held in sweltering September instead of the same time as the cultural festival, but since it’s set, we students have no choice but to follow the school’s decision.

Holding a sports festival means, like the cultural festival, there’s a prep period. Teams are divided into four colors—red, blue, white, and yellow—so the first step is sorting that out. Then, each team needs to pick a leader, deputy leader, cheer captain, and others to manage the large group.

Since it’s held every other year, I know it’s a big deal, just like the cultural festival, which means a ton of time goes into prep and practice for each event.

…And, of course, that includes sacrificing parts of what’s supposed to be summer break.

“The teachers will handle team assignments, but… anyone want to volunteer to be the second-year group leader? I’ll make it worth your while if you help out—”

After scanning the silent classroom, Yagisawa-sensei lets out a small sigh.

“—No takers, huh? Figures. I was the same way back in school.”

If sensei doesn’t want to do it, you can bet the students aren’t exactly jumping at the chance either.

Being a leader at the sports festival means standing out and earning everyone’s trust, which is probably rewarding, but the tradeoff is giving up most of your summer break for it—a tough call for any student.

Unless you’re picked for something like the cheer squad, regular students typically don’t start serious practice until after Obon, per our school’s tradition.

Scheduling events, organizing group cheers, and so on—all that needs to be set beforehand, which means planning sessions have to happen even earlier.

These days, teams go all out with props and flashy cheers to make things “Instagram-worthy,” which just means even more time gets eaten up.

Even if it helps your transcript, I bet most of my classmates would rather pass.

And yeah, that includes me.

“But we do need someone to step up. Not just a leader for each grade, but also someone to coordinate each class.”

Young and still in tune with us students, Yagisawa-sensei probably gets how tough this request is. You can kinda tell from her apologetic expression.

I notice her gaze drifting toward Amami-san.

She probably doesn’t want to put this on Amami-san, but it’s hard not to expect something from her.

In terms of ability, there’s no one more suited than Amami-san. Her performance at the class match showed athletic skills that could rival seasoned athletes.

But above all, it’s her infectious cheerfulness. Her blonde hair and blue-green eyes grab attention, but her real charm lies deeper, in her vibrant personality.

Only those close to her, like me and Umi, truly get it, but her energy and natural goofiness have saved us countless times.

She struggles with studying and sometimes charges ahead on pure emotion—she’s not perfect—but that’s exactly what makes us want to step up and support her. If Amami-san took the lead, the class’s morale would skyrocket, no question.

…But that’s exactly why I don’t want to nominate her.

I can’t help but feel it’d be ignoring Amami-san’s own feelings.

After the seat change, I glance at Amami-san, now sitting a bit away by the window.

“…What’s your deal, Amami? Stop touching me, it’s annoying.”

“Nagisa-chan… I just kinda felt like it.”

I catch a snippet of her exchange with Arae-san, who’s sitting in front of her.

She seems to be picking up on the usual vibe too.

Nobody’s said “Amami-san for class leader” yet. No expectant looks either.

But deep down, everyone’s hoping.

Hoping that with her sun-bright smile and boundless energy,

she’ll say, “Alright! I’ll do it!”

Here we go again, I think, exasperated.

If Amami-san takes it on, she’ll give it her all. That’s just who Amami Yuu is.

But it wouldn’t be her true choice.

She’s like the rest of us—she wants to enjoy summer break with her friends.

…So that’s how it is.

This is the kind of thing Amami-san and Umi are always up against.

In my heart, I find a new layer of respect for both of them.

“…Um, excuse me!”

“? Maehara-kun, what’s up? Don’t tell me you’re volunteering…”

“No, I’d probably just drag everyone down with my skills… But maybe we could decide with a lottery, even just temporarily? We’re not getting anywhere like this.”

Most of my classmates probably thought, Why’s he butting in? but no one objects.

Since Amami-san hasn’t stepped up yet, they know they can’t just nominate her carelessly. So, as usual, we leave it to chance.

Seeing no objections to my suggestion, sensei gives a small nod.

“Alright, we’re short on time, so let’s go with Maehara-kun’s idea and do the usual. Sorry, can someone lend me a sheet of loose-leaf? Let’s get this over with—”

“—I’ll do it.”

But before sensei can finish, a voice pipes up from the same window-side seats as Amami-san.

“Huh?”

“Sensei, didn’t you hear me? I said I’ll do it. The leader thing.”

“! No, I heard you loud and clear. Your voice carries surprisingly well. I just didn’t expect you to volunteer.”

All eyes, including sensei’s, turn not to Amami-san but to Arae-san, sitting in front of her, wearing her usual sour expression.

“Nagisa-chan, what’s gotten into you? Did you eat something weird?”

“I’ve only had water since this morning. …What’s your problem, Amami? If you’ve got complaints, you can do it instead.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

Like Amami-san, I—and probably everyone else here—am stunned.

Arae-san, of all people.

The girl who skipped the first day of our second year, showed up late the next day without a care, caused trouble for Amami-san and her teammates during the class match, and has never been cooperative with class activities since.

She said she’s only had water today, but I can’t help wondering if there was something off about that water to spark this level of initiative.

“God, you’re all so annoying, just standing there watching. Sensei and everyone else are getting on my nerves. I just want to go home after tests, and you’re dragging it out with this stupid lottery… If picking a leader means I can leave, then I’m out.”

“Wait, hold on…! Besides the leader, we need one guy and one girl for the backdrop team and the cheer prop team…”

“Got it. Then Amami for backdrop and… let’s say Yamashita for props. You two handle it. I don’t care about the guys—do your precious lottery for that. And no complaints. You’re all too spineless to decide anything unless I say so.”

Her mouth’s as sharp as ever, but she’s not wrong, so no one argues back.

Glancing at the class to confirm no objections, Arae-san slips back into her usual lazy demeanor and strolls out of the classroom.

“That girl, honestly… Okay, Arae-san pretty much decided everything on her own, but Amami-san, Yamashita-san, you two okay with this?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s fine by me… What about you, Yama-chan?”

“I’m good too. I mean, leaving it all to Arae-san feels kinda iffy.”

The two girls she picked happen to sit right in front of (Yamashita-san) and behind (Amami-san) her, but it’s clear she didn’t choose randomly.

From her work on the mosaic art for last year’s cultural festival, we know Amami-san’s great at drawing, and Yamashita-san, being in the handicraft club, is perfect for making props.

…And, of course, the fact that these two have been chatting with Arae-san a lot lately probably played a part. By the way, Yamashita-san was on the same team as Amami-san during the class match, giving it her all.

Arae-san acts like Amami-san’s a nuisance, but deep down, she’s probably a bit of a lonely soul too. I’d never say it to her face—honestly, the thought of slipping up is terrifying.

“Anyway, the girls’ roles are set, so let’s wrap up the guys’ side quick. …Um, Maehara-kun, since you started this, mind taking charge?”

“…Figured as much. Got it.”

In this atmosphere, it feels like I might end up paired with either Amami-san or Yamashita-san, but that’s the thing about lotteries—they don’t work that way.

Sensei prepares small slips of paper, writing “Backdrop” and “Props” on one each, puts them in an empty box, and gives it a quick shake.

I’m still not great at being in the spotlight, but I’m slowly getting braver.

“Uh… okay, starting from the front row by the door, come up and draw.”

At my cue, the guys rush forward eagerly to pull their lots.

Even if it means sacrificing summer break, the chance to be on the backdrop team with Amami-san is a huge draw, at least in their minds.

According to Nitta-san, unlike the cultural festival, sports festival prep means the paired teams spend way more time together, and by the end, there’s a high chance those pairs end up as couples.

Whether that’s true or not, the guy who gets to work closely with Amami-san is—

“Guess I’m… out of luck.”

Maybe because of last year, I half-expected it to be me again, but nope—it’s the guy who drew after me.

“…Maehara-kun, uh, this.”

“! Oh, that’s it. Alright, Ooyama-kun, you’re on the backdrop team with Amami-san for the sports festival.”

A collective sigh escapes the guys who were waiting their turn, but anyway, Ooyama-kun’s the one who drew the winning lot.

For some, it’s probably a golden ticket they’d kill for, but for him, it doesn’t seem to be the case.

“…Ugh, what a hassle.”

“Sorry, Ooyama-kun. But, y’know, no hard feelings.”

“I get it. Last year it was you, Maehara-kun, so this time it’s just my turn.”

Adjusting his black-framed glasses, Ooyama-kun slumps his shoulders as he speaks.

We’re not super close, but we’ve got some things in common, so I bet he, like me, would’ve preferred to prioritize summer break.

Like Nitta-san said, there are perks to being active in the sports festival, sure. But while everyone else is chilling during summer break, having to put on your uniform, head to school, and work outside in the heat? That’s rough.

People say it’s a great experience, but is it really a “great experience” for everyone?

I got lucky, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be the same for others.

For a split second, I almost said, “Should I take your place?” but since we agreed no hard feelings, it might come off as pitying him or bruising his pride, which is tricky.

“It’ll be tough, Ooyama-kun, but let’s do our best together. Even if you’re not great at drawing, we’ve got other team members, so we’ll cover for each other.”

“Uh… yeah, sure. …Haha.”

Sensing the slightly heavy air between me and Ooyama-kun, Amami-san chimes in with her usual cheer, but Ooyama-kun subtly avoids her gaze and steps back.

It’s been a while since we’ve talked face-to-face like this, but compared to our first year, Ooyama-kun seems… smaller somehow.

He’s about my height, but maybe he’s intimidated by Amami-san? He’s always a bit slouched and looking down, and it’s even worse now.

“Maehara-kuuun, Amami-san’s partner is set, but can we hurry up and pick mine too? Honestly, I don’t care who it is.”

“Oh, sorry. …Alright, everyone else, come draw quickly.”

At Yamashita-san’s nudge, the lottery resumes, and soon we’ve got the class leader, the backdrop team, and the cheer prop team pairs settled.

Cheer squad and other roles will be filled by volunteers after the team assignments, so that wraps up today’s business.

Arae-san’s probably long gone from school by now, but we’re finally free to head home too.

As I’m packing up at my desk, Amami-san comes over.

“Maki-kun.”

“Amami-san… I don’t know how to say this, but it’s gonna be a lot, huh?”

“It’s fine. Summer break might get a bit shorter, but I’ll just make up for it by having tons of fun on the free days. …Sorry, Maki-kun, but you and Umi better brace yourselves, okay?”

“Your face is kinda scary right now…”

Of course, Umi and I will tag along, but thinking about Amami-san’s boundless energy, I’m a little worried my stamina will hold up.

…This is shaping up to be one packed summer break.

“You’re heading home with Umi today too, right? Mind if I tag along?”

“I’m cool with it… Umi’s class is probably done, so let’s go pick her up.”

“Hehe, roger that!”

As I leave the classroom with Amami-san, I glance back to check who’s still around, but Ooyama-kun, who was at his desk just a moment ago, is already gone.

He seemed really unenthusiastic, so I feel bad, but the result’s the result, and he’ll have to accept it.

“…Maki-kun, are you worried about Ooyama-kun?”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t think he’s the type to slack off, but…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to support him so he doesn’t feel left out.”

“Amami-san, you’re sounding pretty fired up.”

“Yup. I was just talking with Yama-chan… I mean, Yamashita-san, and since this sports festival is our first and last one in high school as second-years, we’re gonna go all out.”

“I see. That’s a good way to look at it.”

I’m just a regular participant this time, but if I’m doing it, I’ll take it seriously and aim for the win, putting in the effort from practice onward.

And if Umi’s by my side, it’ll be an even more unforgettable memory.

The team assignments will be decided through discussions later, but I’m desperately hoping to be on the same team as Umi’s Class 11.

“Speaking of, Umi’s still in her classroom, huh? Usually, when she’s done first, she’s camped out right by the door waiting for you.”

“Yeah. But Umi’s got her own social life too.”

It’s been about three and a half months since we moved up a grade, but Umi’s settled into her class nicely, still tight with Nakamura-san and the others from the class match.

I often hear about the four of them from Umi, and the happy smile she gets when she talks about them is just so cute… Anyway, it’s a relief as her boyfriend to know she’s getting through school life without any fights or drama.

Peeking through the half-open door of Class 11, I confirm it’s okay to step inside. Nakamura-san often drags me into their classroom, so some of Class 11 already know my face, but walking in on my own still makes me a bit nervous.

As we enter, a petite girl—Shichino-san—notices us and approaches with her usual bouncy steps.

“Oh? Maehara-kun, what’s up? And you’ve got Amami-chan in tow.”

“Hey. Uh, I’m here to pick up Umi…”

“Gotcha. Yo, Umi-chan! Maehara-kun’s here to whisk you away for some lovey-dovey time!”

“That’s not exactly what I said…”

Shichino-san’s not wrong that I’d love to do that with Umi, but everyone’s exaggerating my intentions a bit too much.

She’s supposedly the bassist in the light music club, but her voice carries like a lead singer’s, and when it reaches Umi, my adorable girlfriend’s cheeks flush a soft pink.

“Ugh, Miku-chan, don’t say stuff like that… Sorry, Nakamura-san, I shouldn’t keep Maki waiting, so let’s pick this up tomorrow or something.”

“Got it. I’ll see if I can find anyone else who’s motivated and has potential, like Ryoko, or Ryoko, or maybe Ryoko.”

“Haha, that doesn’t sound too promising.”

Umi breaks away from Nakamura-san and heads toward us, but her expression seems a bit stiffer than usual.

“Umi, mind if I come along?”

“Yuu… Yeah, of course. I actually wanted to ask you about how you did on today’s tests.”

“Oh, I just remembered Mom asked me to run an errand—”

“You’re not getting away that easily, bestie.”

“Wah! Go easy on me, please!”

To an outsider, this exchange probably looks like the usual Asanagi Umi.

“…Umi, what were you and Nakamura-san talking about?”

“Just something. …Let’s talk about it at your place over snacks, okay? Yuu, you cool with listening in?”

“Of course. …Don’t worry, I noticed too.”

“That’s reassuring.”

Umi flashes her usual smile at her best friend and boyfriend, takes my hand, and we quickly leave school to head to my place.

I thought I’d be spending a loud, lively summer with my girlfriend and friends, but it seems this summer might take an unexpected turn.

※※※

 

The story goes back a bit, to just before Maki and Yuu came to pick me up.

Right after finishing all the final exams, I was chatting with Nakamura-san and our usual group of four about how we did. This time, the tests had some tough questions, and we were all saying stuff like, “This might be bad.”

But Nakamura-san, as always, was all smug with, “Huh? Full marks, obviously,” which cracked me up. I worked hard, but first place is probably hers again.

That’s when someone approached us.

“—Asanagi-san, it’s been a while. Thanks for always looking out for my little brother.”

“! President.”

“Tomoo-senpai, right? I’m still the student council president, but only until the end of this semester.”

The person, who has a vibe similar to my former classmate (and sorta friend) Seki, was none other than our school’s student council president, Seki Tomoo-senpai. It’s probably been over half a year since I last talked to her face-to-face, maybe since last Christmas.

She seems to have gained even more gravitas as a third-year, but overall, she’s the same Tomoo-senpai I know. No big changes.

“It’s a bit early, but thanks for all your hard work as president. …So, what brings you to our class? Not just to hang out… obviously.”

“Hehe, of course not. To be honest, I’m here to scout you.”

“Huh? Scout… like recruiting for the student council?”

“Close, but not quite. I’m here for you, Asanagi-san, and… Nakamura-san, who’s inexplicably pulling rice crackers out of her bag. I’ve got business with both of you.”

“What?”

“Mmph?”

Tomoo-senpai has business with me and Nakamura-san… From the flow of the conversation, it’s probably a student council request, but if that’s the case, she could’ve just gone through our homeroom teacher, who’s the council’s advisor.

The fact that the president herself is coming to ask means—

“Asanagi-san, Nakamura-san. Interested in student council work? I’d like one of you to take over as president.”

Yup, it’s that kind of big deal.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, but we need to form the new student council by second semester, and we still haven’t settled on a president. The vice president and other roles are set, but we hit a bit of a snag… Mind if I explain?”

“…Nakamura-san, what do you think?”

“Why not? Deciding whether to accept is another matter, and I’m so bored I was about to munch on rice crackers. You’re free until your boyfriend’s homeroom wraps up, right, Asanagi-chan?”

“Ugh… Yeah.”

Glancing at my phone, I see a message from Maki: Sorry, sports festival stuff is running late.

So, it looks like I’ve got no choice but to hear Tomoo-senpai out. It’s sudden, and I’m still reeling inside, but…

To sum it up, as of last month, the new student council members were already chosen, and they’d been working on the handover with Tomoo-senpai and the old council, preparing for the official start in the second semester.

But with new first-year members joining and starting preparations for the sports festival—the new council’s first task—under Tomoo-senpai’s guidance, the student who was supposed to be the new president (not from our class) had to move overseas in September due to family reasons.

They decided it’d be hard to change what was already set, so they tried to make do with the current members, but didn’t get much enthusiasm from them—

“—And that’s why you came to recruit me or Nakamura-san.”

“Yup. I talked to the advisor, and they recommended students who excel academically and aren’t tied to any major clubs.”

“Hmph, what a hassle.”

“Hey… Nakamura-san, you’re as blunt as ever.”

“Well, yeah, Asanagi-chan. I get holding back in front of the president, but a hassle’s a hassle. It’s rude to show up out of the blue with no appointment, even if it’s sudden.”

“Sorry about that. I did ask the teacher to let you know I was coming today…”

At Tomoo-senpai’s words, Nakamura-san and I silently shake our heads.

As expected, that raccoon… Anyway, they sure dumped a tough role on us.

Especially recommending us, two of the top five in our grade, feels like they didn’t put much thought into it.

Personally, I don’t think academic grades matter much for student council work. They might need decent grades to set an example, but what’s most important is motivation.

I never thought about it in elementary or middle school, but seeing Tomoo-senpai hustling during last year’s cultural festival and Christmas party, I’d rather steer clear of student council if I can help it. I bet a lot of people feel the same.

The fact that our school doesn’t have student council elections is proof. There aren’t enough candidates to even hold one.

I don’t like comparing, but it’s a stark contrast to Tachibana Girls’ High, where election season turns the school into a lively buzz.

“I’m sorry for leaving the appointment to the advisor. You don’t have to answer now, and it’s fine if you want to say no. But if you ever feel a tiny bit curious or want to hear more about what we do, just reach out. You’re welcome anytime.”

With that, Tomoo-senpai straightens up and bows deeply, humbling herself before us underclassmen.

Despite being in the position to make requests, she’s putting her pride aside for us.

“…You’re amazing, senpai. You’re stepping down soon, yet you’re going this far for your juniors.”

“Of course, I’ve thought, ‘Why did I even run for president?’ plenty of times. But it’s definitely rewarding, and I’ve got adorable juniors who look up to me. After over a year, you can’t help but get attached.”

“That… makes sense.”

Recruiting for the council is something she could’ve left to the new members or the advisor, but doing it herself is so very Tomoo-senpai.

We don’t interact much, but saying I feel no gratitude toward her would be a lie.

The Christmas party that turned Maki and me from friends to lovers—without that, we might still be just friends, or our relationship might’ve taken a different path in our second year. So, returning the favor in some way doesn’t sound half bad.

“Anyway, I’ll leave it at that for today. …Well then, you two, good work on the finals.”

With that, Tomoo-senpai waves to the whole class, including us, and leaves the classroom with a calm smile.

She’s probably panicking inside, but she doesn’t let it show one bit—unlike her brother (or so they say), Seki.

“Mmm… munch… So, that was our school’s student council president…”

“Nakamura-san, enough with the rice crackers. Chew properly before talking.”

“Mmph, my bad.”

While I’m still grappling with my shock, Nakamura-san, crunching away on hard rice crackers, is as laid-back as ever.

For a moment, I think if I could live as boldly as her, my school life might be a bit less stressful… but that’d probably just make me more enemies, so I drop the thought.

I’m me. I’m plenty happy as is, so this is probably fine.

Maki would definitely say the same.

…Thinking that, I suddenly crave Maki’s voice. I want to tell him about today right now.

Unlike the old me from last fall, now that I have someone I love, I can’t keep things bottled up anymore. If something’s bothering me, I spill it to Maki, let him hug me tight, stroke my hair, and we figure it out together.

Such a spoiled girl, I chuckle to myself.

“By the way, Asanagi-chan, the president’s begging, but what’re you gonna do? Knowing her, she’ll probably find someone else somehow.”

“…Or she might keep being president until graduation.”

“Hah, yeah, I can see that. She’s got those super responsible eyes. …But we can’t let her do that.”

“Yup. That’d be too much.”

Third-years have only six months until the real exam season, so Tomoo-senpai needs to focus on that.

…Yeah, I can’t decide this alone.

I want to hear not just Maki’s opinion, but Yuu’s and Nina’s too.

※※※

 

Between school events and personal plans, I thought this summer would be crazy busy, but I never expected Tomoo-senpai to drop that kind of request.

When I think of Tomoo-senpai, Nozomu’s the first thing that comes to mind, but when I asked, he said he was too caught up with his club to know anything about student council stuff.

(Seki) Whoa, that happened? …Well, my sister’s always poking into other people’s business but keeps her own stuff quiet.

(Nina) That’s probably ’cause you’re so unreliable.

(Seki) Nitta, what’s that supposed to mean?

(Maehara) Okay, you two, chill… Thanks for listening, anyway. We’ll talk it over ourselves from here.

(Seki) Cool. I gotta get back to club anyway.

(Nina) I’m free, but I’m sleepy from cramming all night, so night-night.

(Amami) Thanks, you two!

(Asanagi) Alright, see you tomorrow.

(Nina) ’Kay~

(Seki) Later.

I close the group chat, now livelier with Nozomu in the mix.

This was just about getting their input, but even that lightens my mood a ton, so it’s super helpful.

Is this what they mean by “good friends are a treasure”? A year ago, I’d never have imagined myself saying something like that.

“For now, you’re keeping the answer on hold, but thinking ahead, it’s probably best to reply by the closing ceremony, right? …Umi, did you hear anything else from senpai?”

“Nothing yet. But with the sports festival coming up, the sooner the better, probably. It’s the new council’s first big job, after all.”

From what Umi said, they’re already prepping behind the scenes, so they’ll want to lock in the official members ASAP.

Team assignments, event scheduling, venue setup, handling parents and VIPs who come to watch—just off the top of my head, that’s a lot. Add in post-festival cleanup and other small tasks, and it’s probably as much work as the cultural festival, if not more.

Plus, the pressure of representing the entire student body comes with it.

…Just thinking about it feels way too heavy for me.

“Umi, what’re you gonna do? It sounds like you’re actually kinda torn…”

“No way. Like Tomoo-senpai said, it’d probably feel rewarding once it’s done, and it’s definitely a good experience, but giving up my precious second-year summer break for it… Yeah, that’s a bit much. …If it was last summer, I might’ve wavered a little.”

“Really? President Umi… Hehe, I kinda wanna see that. Oh, and I’d be vice president, cheering you on with all my energy!”

“Aren’t our roles reversed there? Anyway, a perennial barely-passing student as president would probably worry the whole school.”

“Maybe. Haha.”

“It’s not funny.”

With these two, that kind of future could totally have happened.

Amami-san as the face of the student body, backed by Umi and other stellar council members… It’s so easy to picture, it’s almost surprising they didn’t have that chance in elementary or middle school.

Objectively, it makes sense for Tomoo-senpai to pick Umi as a candidate for the next president. Her grades are top-notch, and she’s got the makings of a great leader.

I might be biased as her boyfriend, but compared to Nakamura-san, who’s a genius at academics, or Amami-san, with her unmatched presence, Umi’s got this all-around strength that doesn’t fall short.

If it was last summer, I probably would’ve carelessly pushed Umi to do it.

…But that future never came to pass.

“Hey, Maki.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“…Uh, just so you know, is ‘I’ll respect Umi’s decision’ an okay answer…?”

“…”

“Okay, got it. I’m good.”

Her silent, beaming smile makes me back down instantly.

I know. In times like this, I need to tell her exactly what I want.

…Amami-san’s smirking a bit too much next to me, but if I’m worried about a friend’s eyes, I’m not cut out to be a cheesy couple.

“You probably already know, but I don’t want you to take it… I guess. I’ve got no doubts about your ability, and if you did take it, I’m sure you’d outshine even Tomoo-senpai.”

“Isn’t that a bit much? I’m flattered and super happy you think that, but… you still don’t want me to do it?”

“Well, yeah. We’re already in different classes, so we don’t get much time together as it is. If you’re on the student council, we’d be apart even more, and I just don’t want to think about that.”

Our friends like Amami-san might roll their eyes and say we’re fine as is, but I want more time with Umi.

Waking up to Umi picking me up, thinking about each other during class, sneaking chats in our group, walking home together after school, talking on the phone until one of us falls asleep, and spending as much time as possible together on weekends in the same space… We’re doing a decent job of it now, but if Umi joins the council, after-school time will shrink, and I’ll be alone more on weekends.

“To other people, saying ‘I don’t want less time with my girlfriend’ probably sounds like plain selfishness, and I get that it’s not the same as being busy… but to me, that time is really important.”

Having spent my whole student life alone until now, this is my first summer break with someone else.

And it’s the last one I’ll get to enjoy properly in high school.

I know Tomoo-senpai’s in a bind, and I’m not heartless—I want to help.

But if I have to choose, my answer’s clear.

“…So, uh, Umi-san.”

“Yup.”

“For summer break, please spend as much time as possible with me, lazing around in an air-conditioned room, playing games or watching movies. …Pretty please.”

“…Hmm.”

“Uh? Did I say something bad? No, I definitely said something bad. Sorry.”

“Seriously. You’re so shameless it’s almost refreshing. Right, Yuu?”

“Haha… I totally get where he’s coming from, though.”

Even my usual allies give me wry smiles, but their faces are full of warmth as they look at me.

“Hehe… So, Umi, with Maki-kun saying all this, what’re you gonna tell Tomoo-senpai? Oh, if you want, I can come up with something! Something that’ll make her totally understand.”

“If I leave it to you, it’ll probably shock or disappoint her instead of convince her… But I’m okay with that.”

Umi’s been acting like she’s against taking the president role in front of us, but maybe deep down, she’s been a little torn. Tomoo-senpai’s helped us out a lot, and knowing Umi’s kind heart—similar to mine—she probably can’t just brush off a favor from someone she owes.

So, let this be my selfishness.

That’s fine by me.

I’ve kept my girlfriend by my side for my own convenience.

I want to avoid being this selfish in the future as much as possible, but just for this summer, I’m going to let myself give in to my desires.

…Of course, not in any weird way.

“Alright, now that it’s settled, maybe I’ll give my answer as early as tomorrow. Maki, after school tomorrow, would you mind coming with me to the student council room? I want to be with you.”

“Of course. …Is it okay if I just hang back?”

“Yup. It feels kinda tough to turn down such a sincere request, but I need to say it clearly myself.”

Going to give our answer to the student council president with my boyfriend in tow—thinking about it, we’re quite the lovey-dovey couple, but it might be a good chance to show Tomoo-senpai, This is just how we are. Plus, I never properly thanked her for the Christmas party.

“Thanks, Maki. I was agonizing over how to respond to senpai, but talking it out with you really cleared my head.”

“Muu… Hey, Umi~ What about me? I helped too, didn’t I? Sure, I was more like the comic relief than a serious consultant, but I still tried hard!”

“There, there, good job. Yuu, you did great. Good boy, good boy.”

“I’m not a boy… Wait, that’s what you do with Rocky!”

“Huh? Haven’t I always treated you like this, Yuu?”

“You haven’t treated me like a dog since our self-introductions last year! Muu, Umi, you’re so mean~”

“Haha, sorry, sorry. Thanks for listening, Yuu. Talking to you always makes me feel so much lighter. Thank you, my best friend.”

“Hehe. Thanks for relying on me. I love you, Umi!”

“Oh, Yuu, come on… What happened to complaining about being treated like a pet? You’re hopeless. …Hehe.”

Now that we’ve reached a conclusion, all that’s left is to spend the rest of the evening chilling.

Whether it’s spring or summer, the season doesn’t matter much to us. We hang out with our closest friends in an air-conditioned room, munching on snacks or sipping juice, letting ourselves be just a little lazy without caring about anyone else’s stares.

Umi’s laughing, Amami-san’s laughing, and watching them, I feel a quiet contentment settle over me.

It’s a scene that doesn’t change much, but for me right now, it’s more than enough.

The day after the final exams wrapped up.

After a full day of classes, Umi and I head to the student council room together. It’s been since last December, when we came to negotiate for the Christmas party, but compared to back then, I’m barely nervous this time.

“Is Tomoo-senpai already in the student council room?”

“Yup. She said anytime’s fine. …Though, since it’s an activity day, apparently all the other members are there too.”

“The whole crew, huh… Well, guess we’ll just have to say no and make a quick exit.”

From what Umi said, the old student council members, except for Tomoo-senpai, have already stepped down, so most of the people inside will be new faces, including first-years.

Considering what we’re here to talk about, it might not be ideal to discuss in front of underclassmen, but they’ll just have to understand that there are students like us at this school too.

We haven’t exactly gone public with our relationship at school, but little by little, people are starting to catch on about us.

“Maki, you ready?”

“Yup. I’m just standing in the back, so I’m not really nervous or anything… Oh, should we let go of hands inside—”

“Nope.”

“…Alright then.”

And so, still holding hands, we knock on the student council room door.

Two firm knocks—knock knock—and Tomoo-senpai’s voice answers from inside.

Come in.

“President, it’s Asanagi, second-year.”

“Same, Maehara.”

Go ahead. It’s a bit messy in here, sorry about that.

““Excuse us.””

Opening the door and stepping into the student council room, it’s just as we were told—everyone’s in the middle of work. The desks are covered with stacks of papers, files, and laptops for tasks, and the members, aside from Tomoo-senpai, are bustling about.

A quick glance at their faces and the colors of their ties or ribbon ties confirms most are first-years. Secretary, treasurer, general affairs… The vice president’s seat is empty right now, but there are signs of work in progress, so they’re probably just out for a bathroom break or something.

“Maehara-kun, it’s been a while. Thanks so much for always looking out for my little brother.”

“Oh, no, I’m the one who’s always getting help from Nozomu… Um, thank you so much for last Christmas.”

“Hehe, don’t mention it. My brother’s usually so spacey, but that spur-of-the-moment idea last year might just deserve a pat on the back. …Right, Asanagi-san?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess.”

Umi grips my hand a little tighter, her cheeks faintly pink as she looks down.

She’s probably thinking back to that moment, and honestly, even I still get all tingly when I recall last year.

The joy of our feelings finally reaching each other, the embarrassment of baring our honest hearts, and the overwhelming happiness of becoming a couple—it feels like ages ago, but it’s a precious memory we’ll never forget.

“I had a hunch when I got your message… but it’s a no, isn’t it?”

“Sorry. I’m sure it’d be a great experience, and it probably has benefits for college entrance exams too, but…”

“I see. I was holding out a tiny bit of hope for you, Asanagi-san, but that’s too bad. The other one seemed completely uninterested, so… looks like the search for a president is going to be a long road.”

Tomoo-senpai gives a small shrug and a smile, but knowing she’s back to square one, I can’t help feeling a bit sorry for her. Still, this is something we decided together, so we need to stand firm.

“So, that’s that, and we’ll just…”

“! Oh, hold on a sec. You went out of your way to come here, so we should at least show some hospitality. We just got some snacks from the advisor, so how about some tea? Oh, and it’s totally not because I want a break or to keep Asanagi-san here longer—just a tiny bit of that.”

“So there is a bit of that…”

We could’ve just headed home, but since it’s an offer from Tomoo-senpai, we decide to take her up on it for now. Still, I don’t want to overstay, so we’ll probably leave after about ten minutes.

After the president herself prepares some tea and snacks, we get a quick introduction to the new student council members.

These are people handpicked by Tomoo-senpai and the other third-year council members, so their skills go without saying. They all seem super serious, and even just chatting, you can tell they’re brimming with enthusiasm.

“…Looking at them, it really highlights how uncooperative us second-years are, huh? Was it just the one person from our grade who was a president candidate?”

“No, actually, there was one other second-year girl who was a candidate for vice president, but she quit around the same time… Luckily, we found someone eager to take over, so that transition went smoothly.”

“Oh, I see. Was it family reasons for her too, or…?”

“Oh, no, no. That one was personal reasons. …Just between us, but it seems she and the president candidate had been secretly dating since their first year, and she was like, ‘If he’s not here, I’m out too.’”

“…I see.”

I’m in no position to judge, so I just nod vaguely, but seeing the rare sigh from senpai and the new council members, I can imagine it was quite the drama at the time.

It’s nothing but trouble for the current members, but I get how falling in love can make you blind to everything else.

Putting myself in their shoes, if Umi suddenly had to move far away, and we couldn’t see each other for years, maybe even longer… Having grown so used to her warmth, both in my heart and against my skin, there’d be nothing more painful for me.

…Man, I’m getting more and more unable to live without Umi.

“Oh… S-Speaking of, the new vice president hasn’t come back yet, right? Uh, I think his name was Takizawa-kun?”

“Yup, Takizawa Souji-kun. He was quite the talk of the first-years, and among this group, he stands out for his drive and exceptional skills, which I’m really grateful for… Oh, speak of the devil, looks like he’s back.”

Noticing the sound of footsteps approaching, the president stands up, and right after, a cheerful voice rings out as a student enters the room.

“—Excuse me. I’m back.”

“Welcome back, Vice President. …That was a pretty long bathroom break, wasn’t it?”

“Haha… My apologies. I meant to come right back, but something unavoidable came up.”

The newcomer is a tall, strikingly handsome male student. His light brown hair and dark brown eyes are eye-catching—a look that’d probably make Nitta-san, our self-proclaimed connoisseur of good looks, squeal and pounce. He could easily grace the cover of a fashion magazine.

His gaze shifts smoothly toward us.

“President, um, who are these people…?”

“I think I mentioned earlier, but this is Asanagi-san, and next to her is Maehara-kun. Both are very important guests of mine. And, of course, they’re your seniors, so mind your manners.”

“Oh, my apologies… Asanagi-senpai, Maehara-senpai, nice to meet you. I’m Takizawa Souji, and I’ll be serving as the student council vice president starting in September. I look forward to working with you.”

“Thanks for the polite intro. I’m Asanagi, second-year.”

“Uh, Maehara.”

My first impression was that his hair color and slightly loosened uniform gave off a casual vibe, but his speech and demeanor, like the other council members, show he’s genuinely serious.

The president just said he’s been the talk of the school, and I can see why. He’s probably like our grade’s equivalent of Amami-san, in a way.

“By the way, Vice President, you mentioned ‘something unavoidable’ earlier. Did something happen while you were out? If there’s an issue, I can handle it right away.”

“Oh, no, it’s not a complaint or trouble or anything like that… Um, I’d like to introduce someone to you, President. They’re waiting just outside.”

“Oh, really? You should’ve said so earlier… I’ll hear the details later, so go bring them in.”

“Got it. …I’ll be right back.”

After bowing politely to us, Takizawa-kun steps out to fetch the other guest waiting outside.

…Senpai, sorry for the wait. Come on in.

Oh, uh, okay… I’ve never done anything like this, so I’m kinda nervous.

It’s fine. If it comes to it, I’ve got your back. Just rely on me, senpai.

I-I get it, dummy… Geez.

From the voices and conversation coming through the door, it sounds like a second-year female student.

And that voice… I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before.

“Excuse me. I’ve brought someone who’s joining the new student council. …Senpai, go ahead.”

“Um, hi! I’m Nakamura Mio, and I’m volunteering to be the new student council president due to certain circumstances. I wasn’t interested at all at first, but the current president’s passionate recruitment kinda swayed me…”

““…Huh?””

“! …A-A-A-Asanagi-chan and Maehara-shi!? W-Why are you guys here!?”

The female student Takizawa-kun brought in was none other than Nakamura-san, the other person the president had tried to recruit besides Umi… but I’d love to throw those exact words right back at her.