On the way to the Student Council Building. Alkiné seems to be in a hurry for some reason.
Her fast pace was to blame. She probably thought she was walking at her usual speed.
It couldn’t be helped. Though she was heading to a place she went to every day, her purpose today wasn’t the same as usual.
She was too busy sorting out her chaotic thoughts to even think about how to handle her increasingly flushed face.
Suddenly, Seria’s words, who had granted them some alone time, came to mind.
– “Rudion won’t strongly refuse no matter what we do. Don’t ever mistake that for agreement. It’s a warning not to cross the line. Got it?”
Indeed, Rudion didn’t seem good at refusing.
If Seria had pushed a little harder, their relationship might have deepened even more.
– “Of course, you can’t just pounce on him.”
– “I’m not doing that!”
– “Yes, you must. I’m holding back too, you know.”
– “…What?”
During the conversation, she ended up learning things she didn’t really want to know. Anyway.
The fact that the two hadn’t progressed into a romantic relationship was solely thanks to Seria’s patience.
Thinking that, she decided she absolutely had to follow Seria’s advice.
Cutting in line here wouldn’t be right for the Student Council President… no, for a decent human being.
Lost in thought, she suddenly found herself in front of the Student Council Building.
Even though it was a place she entered every day, she suddenly felt nervous.
She took a deep breath in, then out. Then carefully opened the door.
*Creak—*
The sound of the door, which she never usually noticed, now felt grating.
She wasn’t ready yet, and she worried he might speak first if he was inside.
Luckily, no one was near the entrance.
Only then did she sense someone’s presence deeper inside… in her personal workroom.
The only person who could be in there right now was, of course, Rudion.
‘Is he still preparing to write the report?’
Because her conversation with Seria had gone on longer than expected, quite a bit of time had passed before she got here.
Given his personality, he wouldn’t have started alone… so what on earth was he doing in there by himself?
There was no way to know without checking, so she decided to go in.
*Thud.* The door opened, and she stepped inside.
And there he was. Rudion, who had finished preparing to write the report, sitting in her chair.
“Oh, President. You’re here?”
…Shouldn’t he have waited outside?
Or at least, shouldn’t he be flustered for being caught sitting in someone else’s seat?
I had that thought, but then I shook my head and admitted I was wrong.
Yeah. He was always this kind of guy from the start.
He was doing this weird thing where he kept switching the object in his hand in the blink of an eye, but when he saw me opening the door, he instantly made the object disappear.
I guess he used his newly acquired ability to stash it away.
‘All these abilities are just nonsensical.’
Dodging attacks, deflecting them in ways that make no sense.
Even though Rudion and Seria seemed to underestimate it, completely erasing the sound coming from his own body?
All of these abilities were just beyond common sense.
It’s kind of amazing that he lives like that even with those abilities. In a positive way.
Not even knowing what he’s thinking, Rudion just casually greets me.
“You’re a bit late. Did you scold Seria properly?”
“Well… we just had a little chat. More importantly, what were you doing just now?”
“Oh, that? Well… it’s a kind of training, I guess?”
It seemed like he was practicing to get used to his new ability.
Well, after what happened today, he probably thought he needed to improve his proficiency.
‘…Hmm.’
Even after thinking about it again, I felt a bit annoyed, so I took off my coat and threw it at Rudion, who was sitting on the chair.
“Ugh.”
I threw it without giving him a chance to resist, but since Rudion didn’t even react, the coat ended up covering his face.
Just as I was about to laugh at the sight, the coat disappeared in an instant and reappeared in his right hand.
…He’s already using it so skillfully? Does he even need more practice?
“Why’d you throw this at me all of a sudden?”
“Ahem. You’re sitting in my seat so shamelessly, that’s why. Hang it on the chair properly.”
“Sure thing.”
He got up and neatly hung the coat on the chair.
Then, as if he were a butler, he gestured toward the chair with both hands, as if telling me to sit.
It was just an imitation, so there was no formality to it.
His carefree demeanor wasn’t particularly funny, but for some reason, I suddenly burst out laughing.
“Pfft… pffhaha….”
“Chairman?”
“Ah, just… hoo. Wait a second.”
He’s a strange man. He’s been like this since the first time I met him.
From his abilities to his behavior. A man who’s impossible to understand.
He’s clearly polite, but there’s something oddly self-centered about him.
That’s why I thought he was an eccentric at first.
But as I spent more time with him… and after certain events…
Every time I got help with this, I started to see things a bit differently.
“Hmm… Phew… Ha, that’s it. Now I’m starting to calm down.”
“Why did you suddenly laugh?”
“Don’t know. Are you ready to write the report?”
“Yes, now it’s the chairman’s turn.”
“What do you mean? Isn’t it the secretary’s job to write the report?”
“Just this once, let the chairman handle it?”
Even though the actions were the same, they didn’t seem bad.
The simple manners became humility and consideration, and the self-willed appearance became individuality.
The difference in perception was truly terrifying.
And from the moment I started feeling that way, my heart must have already been leaning.
Somehow, my heart started racing.
I felt like I shouldn’t miss this moment, so I pushed aside the conversation we were having and brought up what I wanted to say.
“Rudion, I have something to say before we write the report.”
“What is it?”
…That expression. It’s kind of annoying.
It seemed like he was already full of thoughts of agreeing, without even knowing what he wanted to say.
Clearly, even if I made a difficult request here, he would grumble but still find a way to help me somehow.
Of course, I won’t make a difficult request.
“It’s going to be a bit long, so sit next to me.”
“Next to you? It’s cramped. I’m fine standing.”
“Sit down.”
“No, it’s cramped… Ugh.”
It seems like I’m going to say something difficult.
I keep pulling his resisting arm and forcibly sit him down next to me.
…The contact area seems wider than I thought… but it can’t be helped, right?
-“Of course, you can’t pounce on me.”
I thought I heard Seria’s voice from somewhere, but it was drowned out by the sound of my pounding heart.
An awkward atmosphere flows.
The sudden confession attack was enough to take my soul out, and anyway, I’m very confused right now.
I really didn’t expect this situation… After helping me so much, am I the one who’s oblivious?
Of course, she didn’t directly say let’s date or anything like that. She just poured out her feelings to me.
But that doesn’t mean the burden I feel is reduced.
‘Right. I’m good-looking. But this shouldn’t happen.’
Even though the face of this ‘Rudion’ I possessed is handsome, this is a bit much.
But the most surprising thing here is that this was a confession agreed upon with Seria.
What on earth was she thinking when she agreed to this?
Anyway, for now, I need to get up from this seat.
I wanted to get up.
The chair I was forcibly pulled into and made to sit on by her was way too cramped.
Of course, her chair wasn’t exactly small. It was about the size of a single-person sofa.
But that was just it.
Her frame wasn’t particularly large, so sitting alone would’ve been comfortable… but squeezing me in there? Tight fit.
I was already going crazy after hearing her confession, and now with her clinging so close, my mind was getting foggy.
I thought about just standing up, but… Alkiné was leaning on me, holding onto my arm, so it wasn’t easy.
I might act like it’s no big deal, but I’m still a guy. I’m pretty weak to this kind of beauty trap.
‘I’m seriously losing it.’
But every time I felt weird, I thought of Seria and somehow managed to hold on.
She’s such a good kid, trying hard to maintain our current relationship for my sake. I can’t be the one to ruin it.
…But wait, didn’t Seria agree to this? Seria, what are you even trying to pull here?!
Of course, Seria never agreed to this level of contact. If she saw this scene, she’d probably flip out. Who knows.
Whatever, right now, getting out of this tight spot is the priority.
I sneak a glance at Alkiné. She didn’t seem like she wanted to get any closer, but she also didn’t seem like she was going to let me go.
How do I break out of this situation…? As I was pondering, Alkiné’s coat draped over the chair earlier caught my eye.
‘This is it.’
I subtly slipped the coat into my inventory and then pulled it out again.
Then I shoved it right into Alkiné’s face.
“Huh?!”
Startled, Alkiné leaned back, freeing my arm, and I finally managed to escape.
Alkiné looked at me, who had now left the seat, with a slightly disappointed yet somewhat relieved expression, muttering softly.
“Phew. I managed to hold back somehow…”
“What did you say?”
“…Just that I kept my promise.”
Promise? What on earth is she talking about?
Well, she probably feels embarrassed about what she did and is just rambling.
I get it. I’m not exactly calm right now either.
“Should I step out for a bit?”
“No. Stay here.”
I thought about taking some personal time to cool my head, but that was also shot down.
In the end, the awkward yet lukewarm atmosphere lingered for a long time, and no real conversation happened as time just dragged on.
The original purpose of writing the report had long been forgotten.
