Ayase Satsuki was the Class President of Class 2-B.
With her black braided hair, round glasses, makeup-free face, and long skirt.
Due to her appearance, which resembled that of a picture-perfect model student, she had often been elected as Class President since her childhood, regardless of her own will.
Though not particularly fond of being Class President, there were nonetheless benefits to the role.
Being Class President allowed her to naturally get acquainted with the teachers in the faculty room, which made various aspects of school life more convenient.
As a child from an ordinary family, Ayase, attending the expensive Ichijo Academy, a private school, could not afford to give up these advantages given her financial constraints.
Anyway, she had one particular concern lately.
It was about her classmate in the sa class, Kim Yu-seong.
She first beca acquainted with Kim Yu-seong during their first year.
Back then, he wasnt as rugged as he was now, and as a student representative at the entrance ceremony, he was a notable figure among the students for his excellent grades.
It was hard to imagine now, with his current end-of-century loser vibe, but it was indeed the case.
He was tall, academically brilliant, and good-lookinga triple threat.
Kim Yu-seong caught the Student Council Presidents attention and joined the council, and rumors started to swirl around him after he began bulking up. However, Ayase knew these rumors were false.
After all, he wasnt the type to do such things.
They were probably just false rumors spread by those who were jealous of Yu-seong.
But as the new school year began in their second year, won suddenly began flocking around the once-quiet Yu-seong.
Unlike his first year, where he kept to himself and read quietly during breaks, he beca actively social in his second year.
And each of these won possessed exceptional beauty, leading to whispers about Kim Yu-seongs harem.
Ayase, believing that a person couldnt change so drastically overnight, decided to find out what was really going on.
The first sesters final exams, which spanned over three days, finally concluded.
As for , I took the exams in my usual decent condition, but most of the students groaned about the significantly increased difficulty compared to the midterm exams, and indeed, their answer sheets were filled with tears.
Despite all this, the one who achieved remarkable grades was none other than Rika.
Yay! Ive set a new high score!
Perhaps the one-on-one tutoring I gave her to keep our promise of going out together this sumr paid off, as Rika achieved excellent scores in all subjects, including math.
It must be due to her own efforts as well.
Congratulations, Rika.
Hehe, its all thanks to you, Ryu-chan.
Really What have I done?
After exchanging a word of thanks, we prepared for an early return ho.
Due to not having slept properly these past few days, I planned to get good sleep as soon as I got ho.
What? Youre just going ho? The exams are finally over, why dont we hang out together?
It was a rather nice offer, but I politely declined Satorus suggestion.
Ive been staying up all night. Im dead tired. Lets hang out another ti. We have vacation in just a week, so we can do plenty then.
Thats true.
Convinced by my words, Satoru nodded, and that was the end of the discussion.
We decided to call it a day.
Next week marked the end of the first sester already.
Compared to last year, these three months had been quite eventful, but sohow, I managed to get through them safely.
Thinking about it, this sester has been a series of events every day.
It was so hectic that one might wonder how a high school students life could be this busy.
Perhaps it was because I ended up experiencing the things that the protagonist, Sakamoto Ryuji, was supposed to face, but that was just speculation.
Normally, I would commute with Rika, but today, she went shopping in Shibuya in her mothers car to celebrate her high scores, so I couldnt see her.
Thanks to that, I was about to go down to the subway station alone for the first ti in a while.
Yu-seong!
A familiar voice grabbed my attention.
Wondering who it was, I turned around to find Ayase Satsuki in her school uniform standing there.
Whats up? Class President.
Then Ayase slightly pushed up her thick glasses and said,
Do you have ti now? Theres sothing I want to ask you.
It was a bit sudden, but I decided to accept her request.
After all, Ive known her for two years now.
Aside from her, the only people Ive known for the longest ti at school were the President and Satoru.
We decided to go to a cafe near the subway station to talk.
Ayases question was a bit out of the blue.
Do you know how the other class students refer to you, Yu-seong?
Holding my coffee cup, I paused for a mont before answering.
Strongest man in the academy, Mr. Muscle, elite yakuza who attends school as a hobby?
Youre surprisingly well-inford about your own rumors.
Well, rumors reach you even if youre just sitting still.
Honestly, they were such childish nicknas and absurd stories that I didnt bother to respond.
Then this will be quick. Do you know the nickna you got for hanging out with Rika, Sasha, and Karen?
Its probably not sothing good, I guess.
And the nickna that ca out of the Class Presidents mouth was beyond imagination.
Its The Beast King of Ichijo.
Whats that? A na like so gas main character?
That just proves the looks you get arent all that favorable.
The Class President said that and sipped her coffee.
So, whats the truth?
The truth?
Who among the three are you planning to date? There must be at least one youre interested in.
I was at a loss for words due to the direct question that hit unexpectedly.
and those girls, were not in that kind of relationship.
Really? For that, the way those girls look at you seems to contain more than just friendliness.
Ayase pointed out the facts I had been avoiding and looked at with clear eyes that seed to see right through peoples thoughts.
Isnt it actually because you, Yu-seong, are indecisive about who to date?
It was an irrefutable truth, leaving no room for excuses.
Thinking that lying would be futile, I sighed softly and said,
I was afraid of breaking our current relationship.
And there was one more worry that I couldnt share with anyone.
Originally, in the genre of romantic cody, it would end the mont the heroine was decided.
If I, as of now, am progressing the story of Scramble Love instead of Sakamoto Ryuji, it would be premature to decide on a heroine already.
Moreover, I was also worried about how many people could genuinely like a high school student who looked like .
Even I get startled every ti I look in the mirror at my fierce appearance.
I couldnt help but wonder if there was anyone who could genuinely like and who would not be out of place in a fighting manga rather than a romantic cody.
Maybe it was unbearable to think that the three of them were fond of just because I was performing the role of the main character instead of Sakamoto Ryuji.
Im human. How could I not notice their obvious affection?
But such hesitation was preventing from being more proactive than I am now.
Hearing my answer, the Class President, who was staring at , smiled slightly and put down the coffee cup she was holding.
Thats a relief. The Yu-seong I know seems to have not changed.
What do you an by that?
Most high school boys, seeing such pretty girls showing signs of liking them, would first think of trying sothing out. But you, Yu-seong, get scared even before having a proper conversation and start weighing this and that. I think its not bad to approach with such caution. After all, dating isnt sothing you do alone.
The Class President said so, looking intently at .
Still, making her wait too long isnt good. You know they say when a woman harbors resentnt, frost falls even in the warst months?
It was painfully good advice, so I nodded with a bitter smile.
Ill keep that in mind.
Im just returning the favor since you helped in my first year.
With that, the Class President stood up from her seat first.
Ill take care of the bill. Take your ti and finish up.
Leaving already?
The Class President nodded and took her wallet out of her bag.
School ended early for once, so I should enjoy the rest of the day.
It seed like an uncharacteristic thing for her to say, but I knew that Ayase wasnt a top student, despite appearances.
Thanks for today, Ayase.
Then Ayase blushed slightly and retorted,
Just call Class President as usual. Its less awkward that way.
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