The discussion about phones didn't last long.
In the end, Shinomiya Kaguya decided to change her phone. Shirogane Miyuki also pointed out that having a smartphone would allow her to use all sorts of convenient apps. The student council LINE group hadn't been created yet, precisely because everyone was afraid Kaguya would find out they were secretly communicating behind her back.
This Ojou-sama had a bit of a stubborn personality.
Grudge-holding, jealousy, persecution complex—all the little flaws typical of high school girls, she had them all.
In the past, when she was in her "Ice" mode, Kaguya could suppress those traits. But recently, after becoming softer, those personality issues had started surfacing more and more.
Today, Secretary Fujiwara had gone to the board ga club, saying she had co up with a new ga and wanted to test it with her friends first. If it worked out, she would bring it to the student council for everyone to play.
She didn't seem to realize that most mbers of the student council didn't actually enjoy playing board gas that much.
They only played with her because it was 'Fujiwara Chika' who asked—especially Sakurai Saki, who had never once refused. He had basically spoiled her to the heavens.
With nothing else to do, after letting Shirogane Miyuki know, Sakurai Saki prepared to get to work—looking for docunts.
The old student council storage room was a long-unused supply room. Docunts and miscellaneous items from past student councils were all stored there.
"What's this? Trash?" Sakurai looked at the ssy pile of papers stacked on the front shelf.
"That's the event plan for the cultural festival." Shirogane picked up a few sheets and dusted them off.
A huge cloud of dust rose with his motion. Sunlight stread in through the window, making the dust look like it was glowing—no, it was glowing. It was incredibly annoying to look at.
'How long has it been since anyone cleaned this place? Is this so kind of ancient battlefield?' Sakurai looked away.
Still just as filthy and cluttered—about 0.8% of Gabriel's rented apartnt, maybe?
Seeing Sakurai's expression, Shirogane laughed: "Next ti let's clean this place together."
"Let's focus on finding the stuff first."
"Cleaning? Leave it to the next generation. I bet the previous student council thought the sa."
Sakurai took a few steps forward and looked toward the corner of the room. There were so toys.
Sandbags, kendama, and even a bunch of large glass marbles. Wait, the marbles were strung together with a cord? What the hell? What kind of pervert brought this to school?
"What are we even looking for this ti? So student's scandal?"
Shirogane's face was full of black lines: "Docunts for the sports festival."
"Oh, I thought you were preparing early for the student council election."
Knowing Shirogane's personality, researching his rivals months in advance wouldn't be surprising.
Sakurai thought back for a few seconds, then walked over to a box on the floor and opened it.
Underneath was indeed what he rembered—docunts related to the sports festival. But on top of them were so very eye-catching things.
"Why were these things left in a storage room like this?"
Sakurai pulled out several envelopes that were sitting on top of the docunts.
They were love letters.
"Can I open them?" Sakurai Saki asked as he began unsealing one.
"...Not a good idea," Shirogane said, though he didn't take his eyes off them for a second.
"Feels kinda familiar."
"You read them last year, so it makes sense," Shirogane sighed.
"Really? I don't rember at all."
"Back then, you looked at these love letters without saying a word. Your personality was pretty cold—just one glance from you made it feel like we were thrown into a frozen dungeon." Shirogane recalled.
It must have been around last July? Back then, Sakurai was like "Ice Kaguya"—he didn't seem interested in anything at all.
Sakurai didn't respond to Shirogane.
Back then, he really had considered burying Shirogane Miyuki alive—that guy who kept trying to strike up conversations.
"The one being confessed to in these letters was probably the previous student council president. Must've been a beauty." Sakurai opened a few more.
Who still confesses like this in this day and age? Isn't it way more convenient to just confess digitally?
"Are you implying sothing?" Shirogane Miyuki asked.
He felt offended.
"Get more rest. Stop overworking yourself with school and duties, Shirogane. You'll be more popular. Otherwise, it's kinda pathetic seeing girls avoid you in the hallway all the ti... Huh? Shirogane, what's wrong?"
Hearing that, Shirogane Miyuki picked up the stack of docunts from the box and headed straight for the door.
He was fragile—he couldn't handle comnts like that.
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...
Evening.
On the streets of Shibuya.
Sakurai Saki once again finished his day's work, the night breeze blowing through his hair.
Looking at the bustling traffic, he spaced out for a mont.
"...'The first partner', as expected, I can't forget." Sakurai Saki muttered.
The accidental encounter last night, thanks to the luck brought by his ability—he thought he wouldn't run into her again today.
Until soone lightly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Sakurai-kun~?" The white-haired onee-san had once again caught Little Brother Sakurai.
Hayasa-nyan: ٩(ᵔᗜᵔ)~
Sakurai Saki turned around, and imdiately in his mind flashed the image of her sitting on top of him, riding like crazy—her figure really was incredible.
"Why are you wearing a mask?" Sakurai observed her.
A plain black mask, long silvery-white hair, and a baseball cap on her head.
They hadn't turned on the lights last night, and she hadn't taken off her mask, so up to now Sakurai Saki still hadn't seen her face.
"Don't you think it's mysterious?" Cat-onee-san tilted her head, touching her cheek with her right index finger.
"What?"
"It's important for girls to maintain a sense of mystery, it makes guys feel intrigued." Cat-onee-san thought for a few seconds, then explained: "Like an onion, you peel it layer by layer."
Sakurai replied: "I don't like onions, they sting my eyes."
"Are you calling ugly?" Hayasa-nyan couldn't accept that comnt.
But she really couldn't let him see her face—she'd be exposed.
"You said that yourself, I didn't."
Sakurai glanced around. It was already night, but there were still quite a lot of people strolling along the street — for them, nightlife was just beginning.
The two walked along the street, and Sakurai Saki headed to a vending machine, intending to buy coffee.
He inserted the money, and two cans dropped out.
He handed her one.
"Can cats drink coffee?" Sakurai Saki asked, then imdiately realized — the other person only pretended to be a cat when drunk, she wasn't actually a real cat.
That question was totally unnecessary.
"Of course I can!"
The Cat-onee-san was extrely confident!
.
..
...
A few minutes later.
"Nyan~?" Cat-onee-san tilted her head, looking completely dazed.
There was a pure, innocent beauty about her.
Maybe this was what a truly natural airhead looked like.
"You can't handle caffeine either, huh, besides alcohol." Sakurai Saki raised a hand to his forehead.
Sakurai: "(ノ _ ⩊
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