Noon was lunchtime.
Even a workaholic like Shirogane Miyuki needed a break sometimes.
"President~! Why aren't you increasing the Tabletop Game Club's budget?" Fujiwara Chika whined as she clung to Sakurai Saki's arm.
It was Shirogane's decision—so why is she shaking my arm? Sakurai calmly picked up a piece of tempura.
"I was the one who advised the President," he said.
"Sports clubs have much higher training costs than cultural clubs, and their equipment tends to wear out faster. From what I've seen, most of the Tabletop Game Club's games get played once or twice before they're forgotten in a corner."
Chika instantly deflated.
"This..."
"That's..."
Shirogane, after swallowing a bite of vegetable, chimed in, "Stuff that gets bought should be used until it breaks, right?"
Shirogane Miyuki was a miser.His family's financial struggles had instilled in him a fierce sense of thrift.
To him, if an electronic device still turned on, it was new.If food wasn't moldy, it was fresh.
"Exactly," Sakurai nodded.
"You two are so stingy!" Chika snapped.
Sakurai offered her the tempura he was holding.
"Well, it is wrong to misuse Student Council funds. But... maybe it wouldn't hurt to raise the budget just a little?"He smiled. "So, it's my fault. Will you forgive me?"
"I won't forgive you!" Chika puffed up her cheeks, then swallowed the tempura.
"Hmph! I forgive you!"
Huh...?
She blinked in confusion. The words had slipped out before she realized.
Sakurai picked up a slice of beef. "Can you also forgive me for teasing you every day?"
"Of course no—"
Before she could finish, the beef was already in her mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, the rest of her sentence came out:
"Mmm~ I forgive you."
Sakurai nodded. "Glad to hear you're not the grudge-holding type."
Shirogane, watching from across the table, felt his eyes sting slightly.
Such a wholesome sight...Even though she lost every game, Fujiwara never held a grudge.This must be true love!
Chika, meanwhile, was growing suspicious.
She quietly covered her mouth with her hand.
"Ah~"Sakurai loomed with another offering—this time, a sausage.
Chika shook her head furiously.
That was when Kaguya Shinomiya arrived.
She had intended to visit the Student Council Room that afternoon—but apparently, she had chosen the worst possible time.
"No, Sakurai-kun! Don't shove the sausage in!""It's good for your health, Fujiwara Secretary."
Kaguya's usually emotionless face showed a flicker of confusion.
She gently pushed the door open—
And saw a scene that, in her mind, was beyond indecent.
Sakurai was pinning Chika to the couch.Chika's mouth was covered, her eyes glistening.
Yet, Kaguya didn't react with horror. On the contrary—she was a little pleased.
The girl who's always buzzing around like hyperactive cancer cells... finally got what's coming to her.
"Kaguya-san?""Shinomiya?""Somiya-san?"
Kaguya's understanding of sex was practically nonexistent.
If the average person's knowledge was on the ground floor, Kaguya was buried 99 stories beneath it.To her, kissing could get you pregnant.
So in her mind, were they about to...?
A child during high school would be terribly inconvenient...
"When the baby's a month old, send me an invitation, Fujiwara-kun," she said calmly.
She gave a passing glance to the food on the table—and the suspicious positioning of the two people.
Her face flushed, but her steps remained composed as she exited the room.
Leaving behind two utterly confused witnesses.
"Did... Shinomiya just say baby?" Shirogane blinked.
He had always thought he understood Kaguya well.Sure, she looked cold, but deep down, she was passionate.
That's why he had invited her to the Student Council—to help her find herself beyond the expectations of the Shinomiya family.
Sakurai finally released Chika, who was still frozen in disbelief.
"She said to send an invitation when the baby turns one month old."
He turned to Shirogane."But... among the three of us, has anyone even been in a relationship?"
At the word romance, Chika lit up instantly.
All the fluster from earlier vanished in a puff of curiosity.
"President~ do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Then do you have someone you like?" she pressed.
"Hm... no."He didn't really have the time.Between ten-hour study days, part-time jobs, and Student Council duties, romance seemed like a luxury.
"Ehhh? How pathetic~" Chika made a disappointed face.
"President! You're wasting your youth! High school only happens once!"She coughed dramatically, pretending to be a granny. "Before you know it, you'll be an old man!"
Her definition of youth is too random...
"Don't mind her, President," Sakurai said. "Men are boys until they die."
"But actually..." he continued, resting his chin on his hand, "I do have someone I like."
He began to describe her:
"Her hair's a little curly..."
Chika's eyes flicked toward her own hair.
Wait a minute... that sounds like... me?
"She's small... and super cute."
It matched. It matched perfectly.
"Her name starts with 'Chi'."
Ah!!!Isn't this…A confession!?
A blush bloomed across Fujiwara Chika's cheeks. Her smile shone brighter than the cherry blossoms on campus.
"She just turned twelve this year."
Eh?!!!
It's not!?So it wasn't!?
Chika's radiant smile vanished.Replaced by pure despair.
Shirogane Miyuki, still oblivious, nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh~ you mean her. Yeah, she's super cute. Small, clingy..."
He grinned fondly."Every time we go over to play, she jumps all over us and refuses to let go without a kiss."
Chika shot to her feet.
Twelve.Elementary school.Lo... licon!?!
No way—President and Sakurai-kun like girls that young!?
Shirogane rubbed his nose sheepishly. "Even at her age, she still runs around like a puppy. It's kinda worrying."
Puppy??She's only twelve and that's considered old!?
Chika's hands trembled as she pulled out her phone.She opened the dial pad with shaking fingers.
What's the number for the police again...?
"Fujiwara Secretary?" Shirogane asked, confused. "What's wrong?"
"You monsters!" Chika shouted, backing away. "Even children—! You beasts!"
She dove behind Sakurai Saki for protection.
Shirogane stared, completely lost.
What... Beasts?If I'm a beast, the guy you're hiding behind is just as guilty!
Sakurai calmly clarified, "Fujiwara Secretary, a twelve-year-old dog is considered quite old. Her health hasn't been good lately."
A dog...?
Chika froze.
Her mind processed that line like a Windows XP crash.
Dog?
Her complexion shifted through several shades of red.She could no longer face anyone.
"Yes," Sakurai continued with a teasing smile, "a white Bichon Frise. Very cute. She's twelve now—basically a little old lady."
He leaned closer, voice full of devilish glee.
"So... Fujiwara Secretary—""What exactly did you think I meant?"