The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 4Volume 1 .6 - Capable Juniors

Capable Juniors

As long as I could study, I felt like I was a person of value.

For high school entrance exams, of course, I chose the school with the highest deviation value in the region.

I never even considered failing, so I only applied to a local high school as a safety net.

But… the result was rejection.

Everything went dark, and my brain stopped thinking.

In my dazed state, all I could hear were my parents’ reprimands.

What went wrong? Were my answer sheets misaligned? What about the interview? My grades?

I don’t know.

It felt like I had done well, but at the same time, it felt like everything was a disaster.

Retaking the year wasn’t allowed as my parents cared too much about what others thought.

“You must make up for it in the university entrance exams,” those words are etched into my heart like a curse to this day.

Fortunately, all I need for university admission is the score. Lowering the level of high school doesn’t change the difficulty. You can study at a preparatory school.

But I couldn’t slack off in high school classes either.

My parents would never forgive me if I fell behind, especially in a less prestigious school.

So, I devoted all my time outside of classes to studying for university entrance exams.

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It felt like even all the time in the world wasn’t enough.

I was haunted by the fear of failing again, just like with the high school exams, and no amount of studying could alleviate it.

That’s why I never intended to become a Student Council Officer.

It’s just a way to feel good about yourself during high school.

Unless you’re aiming for a recommendation, it’s of no benefit to university entrance exams.

That’s what I thought.

…Until that person appeared.

『You seem like a Treasurer type. Wow, I never knew there was someone so Treasurer-like girl in this world.』

『…What are you talking about all of a sudden?』

『No, I just happened to find a girl who looked like she could be the Treasurer.』

It was like a clumsy attempt at picking someone up.

I’m a plain-looking girl, so I can’t imagine anyone trying to hit on me, but that’s just my guess.

I heard later that he had been turned down so many times for his recruitment efforts that he had gone a bit crazy. And it wasn’t by chance, he had come to see me from the start.

I thought he was rude. Naturally, I refused.

But from the next day on, he came to see me almost every day.

『Please, you’re the only one for me.』

『I’ll end up being a loner in the Student Council if it continues like this.』

『Isn’t it too difficult to recruit a total of ten people for the executive committee? Don’t you feel sorry for me? You don’t, huh… I see…』

There are so many candidates in some schools that it becomes a battle for the seats, but our high school was short-staffed.

So, the guy who was slated to be the next Student Council President was going around recruiting members by himself.

I thought it sounded like a lot of work, so I had no intention of entertaining his invitation.

However, he kept appearing before me with new recruitment lines no matter how many times I refused.

From words that sounded like whispers of love to words that made me want to get angry because they seemed like a joke, he tried a variety of approaches… None of them resonated with me, though.

But he never once tried to appeal to me with benefits or how good it would be to join the Student Council for my sake.

He just never wavered from the attitude that “I need you.”

I found it a little fun since no one had ever paid so much attention to me.

Maybe that’s why, when I had gotten used to him coming around, he caught me off guard by seeing me drawing in the library.

『Wow, a Treasurer who can also draw. Impressive…』

With those words, he started praising my drawing to the skies.

I hadn’t shown my drawings to anyone since being scolded by my parents, so I remember feeling embarrassed.

My face turned so red that it affected my ability to think.

He was so persistent, and even when I got angry, he wouldn’t stop praising me, so I had agreed to become the Student Council Treasurer before I knew it.

It was a lapse in judgment that would last a lifetime.

…Now, I’m glad I nodded in agreement back then.

It gave someone like me, who had nothing but studies to cling to, a place to belong.

But I’ll never tell President about it. He’s sure to tease me about it.

***

“Ah, Matsurin—good morning!”

Ooba Monaka.

For some reason, she’s always hanging around the Student Council room—not a delinquent, but a gyaru.

At first, I thought she was a disagreeable person, but I found her to be bright and kind after talking to her.

She’s so carefree that it’s almost worrisome.

It’s the first time she’s spoken to me in class.

Maybe it’s because we talked quite a bit yesterday.

I ended up revealing even my insecurities which I hadn’t intended to share. It’s embarrassing to think about it now.

But I’m genuinely happy to have become friends with Monaka-san.

We exchanged greetings and then chatted casually. It was a refreshing time for someone like me who’s always studying in class.

Like Monaka-san, I also spend a lot of time alone.

…There’s just one thing that bothers me.

I think Monaka-san likes President. She seems to be truly in love.

Even now, she talks about “Senpai-Senpai” non-stop. Her face is that of a girl in love, and it’s a bit frustrating.

President also seems to have more fun talking to her than to me… but it’s not like I have any feelings for President.

It’s just… I’m the one who became his junior first.

“See you later!”

As Monaka-san walked away, my friends gathered around me.

“Did Ooba-san do something to you?”

“Are you being bullied? You should tell Sensei if something happens.”

I can’t be angry with them.

After all, I had the same impression until just a short while ago.

So I responded with a smile instead and said,

“No, we’re friends.”

I’ll probably spend time in the Student Council room after school today too with President and Monaka-san.

Speaking of which, I’ve already made the flyers.

All that’s left is to print them out on the staff room’s business printer and distribute them.

Maybe I should leave President behind and hand them out together with Monaka-san.