A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow - Chapter 111

“…So, what do you need?”

I reluctantly continued the conversation, even though I was already dreading school tomorrow.

Takakuchi, the student council president, was casually snacking on some sweets.

“Well, since you came all this way, let’s get to it.”

“…Huh?”

“Oh, Keito’s talking the way he usually does.”

The sudden change in intonation gave me an odd, unsettling feeling. Until now, Nakamichi-senpai had always spoken in standard Japanese. But now, he was beginning to speak in a dialect closer to Kyoto-ben from the Kansai region.

“You don’t have to be so cautious, Motobu-kun. I just want us to have an honest conversation.”

“…If you want me to speak honestly, then I’ll have to start talking in Okinawan dialect.”

I already knew I wouldn’t make it in time for the special sale. I didn’t intend to waste my time with idle chatter, but I didn’t like the idea of letting Nakamichi-senpai take the lead, either.

“I can’t speak Okinawan… What do you call it? Uchinaaguchi? So, please, go easy on me.”

Her slow, elegant speech carried a refined tone.

As I suspected, Nakamichi-senpai is a different kind of swindler from Naoto-san. Well, she’s not exactly a scammer, but she has her ways of making things work to her advantage.

“You wanted to talk about the student council, right?”

“That’s right. Have you heard anything from Tsugu-Tsugu?”

“Yeah, somewhat.”

So, Tomitsugu-senpai is called Tsugu-Tsugu, huh? I’ll have to try calling him that next time.

Actually, it’s likely that Nakamichi-senpai expected me to get information through Tomitsugu-senpai. I have no idea what she’s thinking. Why does she have to be so roundabout?

“Well, that makes things easier. The truth is, Motobu-kun, I want you to help out with the student council. We’re supposed to have six members, but right now, we only have five. That’s why we need your help. And after this month’s student council election, I’d like you to officially join.”

“The student council, huh?”

For someone like me, who plans to take the national university entrance exams, being part of the student council wouldn’t be a bad thing. It could boost my transcript.

“But why me? There are more capable people out there. For example, Kurose-san in our class has better grades and looks than I do.”

“Out of all the candidates, we chose you, Motobu-kun.”

“And your cooking is delicious.”

“…Am I being recruited to be the president’s snack provider?”

“That’s my personal reason. Your fried rice was excellent.”

“Thank you.”

Takakuchi may be the student council president, but it seems that Nakamichi-senpai is the one who actually holds the power. Like a shadow ruler.

“Well, among other things, you’re a lot like me, Motobu-kun. That’s why I feel close to you and wanted to reach out.”

“In what way are we similar? I’m not one of the popular kids.”

“You’re so cynical. But really, Motobu-kun, you should recognize your own value a little more. It would be a waste to just be a background character.”

“I’ve been fine with being treated as a background character. It’s the easiest way to get by.”

She really knows how to dig up unpleasant memories.

“For outsiders like us, controlling things is the most convenient way to survive school life. Maybe you’ll even achieve your dreams.”

“Dreams, huh…”

I don’t have any grand dreams. I’m just realistically aiming for money and an education.

“I understand that being in the student council isn’t a bad idea when considering my transcript. But why are you being so roundabout about it?”

“I already told you. I feel close to you. I don’t want to waste your potential, and I simply want you by my side. To put it plainly, it’s favoritism.”

Nakamichi-senpai smiled mischievously as she rested her chin in her hand. Unfortunately, I don’t recall doing anything worthy of such favoritism.

“Isn’t it just because I’d be easy to boss around?”

“If that were the case, I would’ve recruited you more directly. From what I’ve seen of your life, you don’t like standing out. Especially in elementary school.”

“…Were we in the same elementary school?”

“Who knows? But if you join now, maybe things won’t turn out like they did back then. That’s what this is all about.”

It’s unsettling. Nakamichi-senpai knows something about my past. And she’s willing to go to such lengths just to get me into the student council?

Did I save her parents’ lives without realizing it? Or were we lovers in a past life?

It’s too convenient. The way she went through all this trouble, like coming to my class with the president, was a nuisance to me. I’ve managed to live quietly at school until now, but at this rate, I’ll end up being known as “the guy who got dragged away by the student council.”

And if I join the student council afterward, people might think it was because of an early recruitment, making me look like less of a background character. Maybe that’s what Nakamichi-senpai is aiming for.

“I didn’t realize Nakamichi-senpai was such a kind person.”

“Right?”

There’s still something unsettling. Why do I feel this way?

“…Even if I join the student council, the upcoming school festival will be extremely busy.”

“That’s why we need you. Honestly, last year was tough.”

“Yeah, we were only first-years last year, and we couldn’t even gather the required number of people. I didn’t even want to run for student council president.”

The president complained while nibbling on a cookie. Hey, could you not make the student council sound like a black company while recruiting me? Aren’t the transcript points supposed to be a big deal?

And to think, Takakuchi, who didn’t even want the role, ended up running for student council president. It was probably Nakamichi-senpai’s doing, persuading her into the position. Truly, the shadow ruler. This student council is terrifying.

“I’m counting on you, Motobu-kun. I know it’ll be busy, but that’s why we’re asking for your help. I want to work on the student council with someone as talented as you.”

Nakamichi-senpai, who clearly wanted to wrap things up before I could back out, took my hand in hers. Her combo attack of a sly upward glance combined with her ample chest right next to me.

It’s clearly a path that will cause me trouble, but what should I do?

Even though I can see what’s coming, it’s hard not to be swayed. Nakamichi-senpai is sly. And scary.

“…Fine, I’ll help. But I’m a househusband first, so I’ll prioritize my home life, okay?”

“Thank you, Motobu-kun!”

“I got a servant!”

“President, I don’t think that’s the right thing to say.”

And so, I ended up helping out with the student council.

Even though I can only foresee problems, maybe this was a good opportunity to distance myself for a bit.