The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 4Volume 1 .3 - Capable Juniors

Capable Juniors

“I used to worry about it and shut myself away when I was little. Then, my mom, who’s a hairdresser, bleached my hair for me. She changed my hair color and taught me how to do makeup. She said that if I became cute, I would gain confidence.”

“I had thought your hair was dyed really beautifully.”

“Hehe, my mom is really skilled. Thanks to her, I think I became cute… But the perception of those around me didn’t change.”

Makeup isn’t prohibited, but there aren’t many kids who are fully decked out in fashion.

In such a situation, Monaka, with her different appearance, would naturally stand out.

Whether she would become popular or be observed from a distance… It seemed Monaka was the latter.

“I think I became afraid of making friends. But it’s okay. If I dress up cutely like this, I can protect myself. I chose to become a gyaru on my own, so even if I’m disliked, I can accept it.”

For her, the makeup, hair color, and clothes were armor to protect her heart.

It’s said that what’s inside a person is what’s most important.

This is a kind of truth, a moral standard that everyone upholds.

However… it’s also an idealistic notion that can never be fully realized.

First impressions based on appearance are an uncontrollable force.

Just as someone in fashionable clothes is called stylish, someone with good looks is called beautiful.

Or, profession, personality, attributes… various elements that make up a person can be reflected in their appearance.

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Conversely, one can change their attire to match the impression they want to give.

Not judging by appearance… Even I, who was praised by Monaka for not doing so, cannot claim to have completely disregarded it.

I had judged Monaka as a gyaru based on her looks and thought she was a cute girl.

I just don’t care so much that I’ll change my attitude depending on the person.

That might mean, in other words, that I’m not very interested in others. I’m selfish, acting rationally only for my own benefit.

“Not everyone can be kind to everyone like senpai. Even children… no, especially children, will exclude someone like me who seems out of place.”

“So, you’re distancing yourself on purpose?”

“Because isn’t it better for everyone that way?”

If interacting with each other brings mutual disadvantages, then it’s better not to interfere with each other. I can agree with that.

But I can hardly believe that this is making Monaka happy.

“That doesn’t become a reason not to make an effort.”

Kawana, who had been listening quietly to Monaka’s words, said this in a somewhat dismissive tone.

“Kawana… but Monaka is—”

“President, you’re too lenient. This girl is just running away.”

Kawana stated coldly while turning to look at Monaka.

Monaka’s face looked as if she was about to cry and waits for Kawana’s words.

“You have all the things I don’t—the talent to be liked by others, the blessed looks, the purity to freely love what you love… Yet all you do is run away and shut yourself in.”

“Matsurin…”

“You should just overturn the impression your appearance makes… In fact, I have come to slightly reassess you.”

“Eh…?”

Monaka’s eyes widened.

Seeing this, Kawana let the corners of her mouth rise slightly.

“That’s why, please do your best with the menial tasks at the Student Council. If you work hard, surely someone else will recognize you.”

“…you’re allowing me to stay here?”

“Only as someone to handle the menial tasks. You’re not on my level, but it seems you might be somewhat useful.”

Her tone was haughty, but it was clear to anyone that it was her way of hiding her embarrassment.

Monaka’s eyes sparkled as she jumped to her feet.

“Matsurin-!”

She approached with a light step and hugged Kawana.

Kawana was startled and tried to dodge, but since she was sitting near a long desk, she was caught.

“Hey, stop calling me by that weird nickname!”

“I’ll do my best! I’ll even polish Matsurin’s shoes!”

“I refuse, you’re likely to make them dirtier.”

Kawana flailed about, trying to shake Monaka off.

However, Monaka hugged her even tighter, refusing to let go. As always, she was someone who craved physical affection.

…I didn’t even need to say anything. Actually, I feel like I didn’t do anything at all.

Kawana said everything that needed to be said.

Ah, she spoke every single word I was thinking!

I’ll just pride myself on that.

Although, I couldn’t have said it as eloquently myself.

“President, help me…”

Kawana then reached out to me with tears in her eyes.

Her flustered look was funny, so I decided to leave her be for a while.

“Well, shall we start preparing for the Christmas event? What should we do about the flyers?”

While pretending to talk to myself, I turned to the computer.

“Monaka-san, President enjoys watching his juniors hugging each other, so you should stop. Look at that smug face.”

“Huh? Is that true, Senpai?”

It seemed Kawana had shifted to convincing Monaka.

I don’t have such a hobby, so I think I’ll sue her for defamation one of these days.

But I’ll probably lose if she counters with a sexual harassment lawsuit, so maybe I’ll refrain.

“That’s right. You shouldn’t please a pervert…”

There was a loud thud.

Kawana’s legs, which she had been flailing desperately, hit the long desk.

It wasn’t a particularly large shock, but the stack of documents at the edge of the desk toppled over.

They were clear files containing materials that Kawana had prepared.

The top clear file slid off the desk, and with that impact, the papers inside scattered across the floor.

“Ah… sorry, sorry.”

Monaka quickly moved away from Kawana and crouched down to pick up the fallen papers.

However, Kawana tried to stop her, saying, “No!” But it was too late. Monaka had already picked up the papers.

“What’s this…”

Monaka’s eyes widened as she looked at the loose-leaf paper in her hand.

“Please give it back!”

In a panic, Kawana snatched it away. Without caring about wrinkling the paper, she clutched the scattered sheets to her chest as if hiding them.

Her face tensed as she stared into the void.

Time seemed to freeze and all was quiet for a moment at Kawana’s strange reaction.

But Monaka, known for her inability to read the mood, broke the silence.

“That was an illustration, right? Did Matsurin draw it!?”

Kawana flinched at Monaka’s words.

“It’s really good! Did you know about it, Senpai?”

“Yeah, I knew.”

Not only was Kawana skilled in drawing, but she also had a knack for design.

She was talented and had the ability to capture people’s attention.

I didn’t know when I first invited her to the Student Council, but now I just assume she’s the unofficial design head of the Student Council.

However, she doesn’t seem too keen on doing it.