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 112-113

Chapter 112: Childhood Friend

“So? Why did that pretty senior drag you away, Takeru?”

“Y-Yeah, Motobu, what kind of shady things happened?”

“Nothing at all. I was just recruited by the student council. That’s it.”

When I got home, Kurose and Yurina cornered me. I didn’t even bother asking why Yurina was here, as if it was normal. There’s no point in questioning this yuri girl’s power play, backed by the word “childhood friend.”

“No way. That vice president? She had that kind of look in her eyes.”

“Yes, yes! I’m sure you were dragged into the student council room, forced into something indecent, and then blackmailed into joining. Don’t worry, Motobu. I’ll go kill her right now!”

“No, no, no! You don’t have to kill anyone! Don’t commit unnecessary murder, okay? I won’t cook for you ever again!”

“T-That would be…ugh.”

Kurose’s imagination is out of control. The word “dragged” itself already sounds malicious. It makes me wonder if Kurose holds some sort of grudge against the student council with how biased she is.

I appreciate that she’s worried about me, but Kurose, your actions are always extreme. I’m scared that you might do something crazy because of me.

“Miu mentioned that you’ve been kind of distant since the second semester started.”

“I’m not sure why you’re bringing up Amatsuka now.”

“In short, I’m already not getting enough attention from you, and if you join the student council, I’ll get even less. This is a problem.”

“Well, I’m not your babysitter, Kurose. Dinner is fine, though.”

“I’d like for you to get along with Momohara-chan and Takeru.”

“Hey, shut up. Just shut up. And also, shut up.”

Momohara-chan is getting a bit dangerous. I don’t want Kurose getting dragged into the world of BL. I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t talk too much in front of Kurose…

“Kiyan-san is so lucky…I wish Motobu would insult me too.”

“He usually speaks politely in standard Japanese, so it cuts deep.”

“Yurina, don’t corrupt Kurose. It’ll cause all sorts of problems.”

“Motobu, here’s a whip. Please, use this on me.”

“…It’s too late…”

I can’t tell if Kurose is joking or serious sometimes. Also, where did she even get that whip?

“Well, I’m going to make dinner, so you two go play in the living room. I’m tired.”

“Takeru, do you need help?”

“No, it’s fine. Just keep Kurose entertained.”

Despite being a transfer student, Yurina had already blended into the class. She maintained her Okinawan accent and made wide, shallow friendships with both boys and girls. Her connections with Miu and the others must’ve helped her adjust quickly.

Some boys from other classes even asked if Yurina and I were childhood friends and requested that I introduce them to her. I brushed them off with a, “Who even are you?”

I can’t introduce someone I’m not even friends with. Plus, explaining Yurina’s BL obsession to others is an impossible task.

Apparently, Yurina has a pretty face. Since we’ve been childhood friends, I never really noticed how popular she was, but with her personality, it seems like she has a lot of fans.

“Hey, Touka-chan, do you know what a yaoi hole is?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yurina! Can you come help me with dinner?!”

“Eh, I was about to start a little lesson.”

“There are still things I don’t know about? This is educational.”

“Kurose, you don’t need to know this. If you find out, no more dinner for you.”

“Is there really such a secret in this world? Something Motobu doesn’t want me to know about?”

I dragged Yurina into the kitchen.

“Please don’t teach Kurose weird things. She’s got a lot going on with her family situation and everything.”

“Learning new things isn’t bad. It might open up a new hobby or expand her world.”

“I know, but…”

It’s true that something new could positively impact Kurose, especially since no doctor has been able to pinpoint the cause of her taste disorder. How are we supposed to fix something when we don’t even know what’s causing it?

I have a lot on my mind, but I can’t accept that BL is the solution to Kurose’s taste disorder…I’m not against BL. It’s just that if that’s the solution, then what’s the point of all the effort I’ve been putting in? Even if it’s just for my own satisfaction, I was nearly killed over this once.

I can’t just accept that.

“Even though you don’t like it, you don’t want her to be tainted, huh, Takeru?”

“This isn’t about liking or disliking something.”

It’s not that simple. If it were, I wouldn’t have such a twisted mindset about things.

Sometimes, I even envy Yurina.

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Chapter 113: Student Council Members

“Excuse me.”

A few days after I decided to join the student council, I was called by Nakamichi-senpai, so I went to the student council room after school. Although the preparations for the student council president election had already begun, the only candidate running was Takakuchi, the current president.

“Motobu-kun, welcome.”

“Oh, Motobu, I’m hungry.”

“President, that’s not how you greet someone.”

It’s hard to respond when the first thing someone says is that they’re hungry. Must be a growth spurt. Well, I guess that’s true.

“You’re the new student council member, right? I’m Mika Yoshimura, the student council advisor. Welcome to the student council.”

“I’m Takeru Motobu, a first-year student. Nice to meet you.”

The teacher who introduced herself as the student council advisor, Yoshimura-sensei, was a beautiful but gentle person. However, she had a firm presence befitting a student council advisor…except for the fact that she was eating mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“I’m Ai Saotome, a second-year student and the student council secretary.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Saotome-senpai had a cool, aloof demeanor, like someone who’s always low on energy. She gave off the impression that she would never smile—a classic cool beauty.

Except for the part where she was clinging to Takakuchi, the student council president, she seemed relatively normal…or at least not completely abnormal.

“I-I’m Shikiha Honjou, a second-year student. I’m the treasurer.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Honjou-senpai always seemed nervous. She reminded me a bit of the old Momohara—someone who seemed unlucky, with her large chest hunched forward as if she was trying to shrink away.

“Welcome to the Victims of the Clown Society…”

“…I want to go home…”

Please, Honjou-senpai, stop looking at me with such pity and sympathy, like you’re welcoming me to some kind of hell. It makes me want to run away.

“Shikiha-chan, don’t say that. It’s a warm and friendly workplace!”

“I don’t like workplaces that try to lure you in with words like ‘warm and friendly.’ Also, is it appropriate to call the student council a ‘workplace’?”

“This is a workplace darker than darkness, Motobu-kun…”

Honjou-senpai looked like a depressed office worker stuck in a black company. She seemed to be really struggling.

“Please don’t say things like that about the student council, especially now that I’ve joined this workplace darker than darkness, Senpai…”

“Welcome…Yeah.”

“You’re welcome to join, but don’t interfere with my relationship with the president.”

“Uh, sure.”

Saotome-senpai was clearly into girls. Yurina would be thrilled. Also, I was the only guy here, surrounded by all these girls. It was a bit uncomfortable.

“Motobu-kun, this term, you’ll be helping out with various roles, but starting next term, you’ll be the vice president, so keep that in mind.”

“…Nakamichi-senpai, no one told me about being vice president.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t I mention it? My bad.”

“…Poor Motobu-kun…”

For some reason, it felt like Honjou-senpai was the only one on my side in this student council.

“…I’ll do my best.”

It’s all for the sake of my academic record. I just need to hang in there…Yeah, I’ll hang in there…

“Well, Motobu, even though you’ll be vice president, don’t worry. The job won’t change much. The vice president mainly supports the treasurer and secretary.”

“Yoshimura-sensei, it’s hard to feel reassured when you’re saying that with your mouth full of mint chocolate chip ice cream…”

“I’m a mint chocolate lover.”

“…I see.”

Chika was also a mint chocolate lover, but Yoshimura-sensei’s love for it seemed to surpass hers. It was probably better not to poke at it any further.

“Well, now that we’ve done introductions, let’s get to work.”

“Alright.”

After that, they taught me the workflow of the student council, and I somehow managed to get through it. It made me dislike the fact that we didn’t get paid for this. Even though the boost to my academic record was nice, it didn’t make this any more appealing.

But in the end, this was something I chose for myself. Since I made the decision, I just had to see it through.

…Ah, I want to go home.