Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 2Volume 1 .4 - Things I Dislike: Cheating, Thieving Cats

There’s still a long way to go until the class shuffle. Having someone reliable during tough times makes work easier.

Is there a good plan…?

As I pondered, a certain person’s gesture caught my eye.

It was Kirihara.

While sending me an earnest gaze, she subtly pointed to herself as if trying not to be noticed by others, signaling, “Leave it to me.”

“…Kirihara, what do you think?”

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Following my words, all eyes turned to Kirihara.

“Why Kirihara? I mean, she’s the student council president, but still…”

Someone mumbled just loud enough to be heard.

Ignoring them, I continued.

“She’s been just quietly listening, not only today but on other days as well. I’d like to hear her opinion. Can you do it?”

“Yes,” Kirihara replied with a clear voice.

Then, she slightly adjusted her glasses as if to compose herself.

“I think we need to properly organize everyone’s opinions once more… I’d like to confirm with both the boys and the girls, but we’ve worked hard over the past few days to narrow it down to the maid café and the mock shop, right? There are quite a few people who want to try the maid café, aren’t there?”

Kirihara looked around the room from her seat.

No one voiced any objections. She then directed her gaze to Kasahara, the most vocal among the girls.

“Kasahara-san, you’re not against doing the maid café in autumn, right?”

“Yeah. But, I mean, we don’t have to do it in summer, right?”

“So, it’s the issue of doing it consecutively in summer and autumn. And also, as discussed earlier, if we’re doing a café, we’d want to prepare properly, right?”

“Yeah. If it’s a food shop, we should serve something tasty, or it won’t be exciting, right?”

“I personally think that’s important. But preparing something authentic from now might be difficult. I was in the student council last year, so I know, running a café shop is pretty tough. There’s no refrigerator in the classroom, right? Though we could serve baked sweets, if we’re going to do handmade cakes, we need to think about how to keep them chilled. If we use the mock shops provided by the school, they already have the know-how, but if we run our own café, we have to submit a plan for hygiene. If we’re doing it in summer, we can’t overlook that.”

“Huh…” someone sounded impressed.

“First off, my opinion, but if everyone agrees to do the maid café, focusing on fund-raising in summer and going full-scale in autumn would be best. This isn’t just supporting the girls; there are benefits for the boys too.”

Kirihara turned her gaze to Azuma.

“Remember what Azuma-kun mentioned earlier? Setting up a stage in front of the blackboard and singing. That’s a pretty good idea. Doesn’t it sound fun? You could all wear maid outfits and play idols, right?”

“Ah, yeah. Right, that’s what I meant.”

No, you definitely weren’t thinking that, dude.

However, Kirihara continued without jesting, nodding.

“The biggest advantage of postponing the maid café to autumn is getting time to develop ideas like this. We can discuss the shop’s food and how to liven up the interior. Deciding on what we want to do from now is a significant advantage. Keeping that in focus during the preparations will give meaning to the discussions we’ve had so far.”

“That makes sense,” a boy’s voice chimed in.

“I like baking, so I want to come up with cupcake recipes,” a girl said excitedly.

The classroom atmosphere brightened instantly.

“…Wait, if we have the money, could we potentially go all out on the attire?”

“Probably, right?”

Azuma and Kasahara’s conversation was interrupted by another boy.

“Yeah. Maid outfits vary a lot in price. Just adding a little bit can make a huge difference.”

Azuma and Kasahara made subtly awkward faces.

“…Why do you know so much about that?”

“Oops, my bad.”

Laughter erupted.

Even the usually serious Kirihara was smiling.

“…So, are we decided?”

When I asked, voices of agreement came from various corners, “Okay,” “Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll submit the application for the mock shop. Whatever we end up selling, let’s aim to make a good profit for the autumn festival. I’ll attend the food hygiene course.”

And so, we reached a consensus.

“Class Rep!”

The command for “Stand up” was given. After the bow, students started leaving in groups.

I could hear girls talking at the front.

“That’s so Kirihara-san, right?”

“She’s really dependable in times like this.”

Apparently, “Kirihara-san in a pinch” is a well-known fact among those who know.

I heard about it from Kurei-san.

Normally not standing out, seemingly plain and often burdened with thankless tasks, why Kirihara was the student council president.

It wasn’t simply thrust upon her. The president of Mori Kawara Academy’s student council is elected by the heads of cultural and sports clubs, so it’s a position that requires trust.

Kirihara uses her intelligence and ability to read the room to smoothly consolidate everyone’s opinions.

Even when opinions clash, she can neatly organize everyone’s thoughts and find a compromise that everyone can accept.

What just happened was probably an example of that.

To students who never interacted with her much, Kirihara might just be “a plain student council president.” But those who’ve been in the same class, held positions in clubs, or teachers hold her in high regard.

…That’s kind of cool.

“Sensei, bye-bye.”

“Yeah, see you.”

After seeing off the girls leaving the classroom, I started preparing to head back to the staff room.

On my way, I felt my smartphone vibrate and checked the screen.

…There was a message from Kirihara.

There were still some students lingering in the classroom. Not just Kirihara, but others were also using their phones.

Thinking it’s safe, I checked the message.

“Will you be able to go to the drinking party feeling good?”

Today is Friday. If I hadn’t had plans, I would’ve gone to Kirihara’s house, so I had already informed her about the party.

“Yeah. You helped a lot. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

Another message followed.

“You’re coming over after, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

I had left a complete set of disguises in a coin locker near Kirihara’s house.

“Let me know if you’ll be late.”

“Got it. I’ll be waiting while playing games.”

I put away my phone and headed for the staff room.

“Goodbye, Sensei.”

The one who said goodbye was Kirihara.

“Goodbye. See you next week.”

“Yes. See you next week.”

We are liars.

It’s wrong, and I’m fully aware, but it’s a little exciting… I’m getting poisoned, aren’t I?