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

“Motobu.”

“…What is it, President?”

It was after school in the student council room.

Everyone’s eyes were lifeless.

Busy. That was the only word to describe it.

The amount of work was overwhelming. Adding just me to the mix didn’t make much of a difference. It was like pouring water on a hot stone.

“Motobu, do a one-liner joke.”

“You want me to humiliate myself right here?”

“…Be my sacrifice.”

“No, thank you.”

“Then how about a naked dance, Motobu-kun?”

“That’s too cruel, Nakamichi-senpai.”

This kind of conversation continued as everyone stared at their documents and computer screens. In the midst of being buried under work, I was being teased as a small act of resistance.

This student council is too harsh. They’re making me, a first-year and the new vice president, do borderline inappropriate things.

“Motobu, just let me break a finger or two.”

“Please don’t try to relieve stress by breaking my fingers, Saotome-senpai.”

Saotome-senpai, who adored President Takakuchi, seemed particularly irritable, probably because she didn’t have time to flirt with him.
So scary…

“Then, Motobu-kun, give me a lap pillow.”

“Even you, Honjou-senpai? You’re supposed to be the only sane one here, don’t escape into jokes. The joke ratio is way too high.”

The dead look in her eyes, behind her glasses, was worse than usual.

It’s a waste that she’s both reasonable and beautiful, but she’s completely exhausted.

How bad must things be for everyone here?

Honestly, if I could, I’d be the one receiving a lap pillow…

Right now, I feel like I could just peacefully pass away.

“Hey guys, I brought snacks!”

“Professor Choco Mint, please help us! We’re dying here.”

“No can do. I’m busy eating my choco mint ice cream.”

As usual, Professor Yoshimura came in with choco mint ice cream, but she never helped us out. Well, she’s just the advisor, not directly involved in the student council, so I guess it’s to be expected.

“…This choco mint ice cream is really hitting the spot…”

“Motobu-kun, do you have sensitive teeth?”

“No, it’s just soaking into my exhausted body.”

“You sound like an old man.”

“I finally understand how working adults feel now.”

I recalled seeing salarymen walking home through the residential streets with beer in hand after finishing overtime. I once saw a drunk salaryman mumbling, “I can’t keep doing this…My wife is scary too,” and felt oddly sad for him.

“It’s okay, Motobu. Someday, you’ll become a corporate drone and suffer even worse days than this.”

“Why are you saying that with such a refreshing smile, Professor Yoshimura? Life is way too harsh.”

“Motobu-kun, we’re still teenagers, but life is probably just like that, you know?”

“You’re too enlightened, Nakamichi-senpai. At least show your juniors a brighter future, even if it’s a lie.”

Nakamichi-senpai, who was sitting beside me, put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a thumbs-up.

…If nothing else, at least the student council should be a bit more cheerful. But this is the reality.

It’s practically a harem, but unfortunately, this isn’t a comic or an anime.

You can’t expect any lucky breaks in life.

That’s probably what this is about.

Well, not that I expected anything to begin with.

“And another thing, Motobu, during the festival fever, couples will pop up all over the school.”
“While we’re stuck here working…”

Honjou-senpai hung her head in despair.

“I don’t mind as long as I have the President, but I hate seeing other people flirt.”
“During this season, Ai-chan’s warmth is so comforting.”

Finally unable to take it anymore, Saotome-senpai hugged President Takakuchi and started rubbing her cheek against him.

Why is the president calmly eating ice cream?

And while treating Saotome-senpai like a hot water bottle.
Isn’t that the height of luxury?

“Last year, we were stuck cleaning up after the festival and didn’t even get to properly enjoy the after-party.”

“You know, you girls are all beautiful, but it’s kind of sad that none of you have boyfriends.”

“Professor, you smell more like choco mint than anything else.”

“I wouldn’t mind being embraced by choco mint.”

“Professor Yoshimura, I’m jealous…You have choco mint as your partner.”

“Honjou-senpai, are you seriously jealous?”

“I just want a boyfriend, even if it’s choco mint…”

Is Honjou-senpai really okay with just having choco mint as a boyfriend?

No, I know that’s not what she means, but it’s still too sad.

“So, how about you, Motobu? The professor loves hearing about student romances.”

“Do I look like I’m living a dazzling romantic comedy?”

I have no time for romance.

I’m busy with studies and household chores. For now, anyway.

“Well, to me, Motobu-kun seems like he is living one. Teaching a cute blonde gal how to cook, making and teaching dishes for a silver-haired beauty and your little sister, feeding a black-haired beauty dinner every day, and flirting with the cooking club president through cooking battles?”

“Just die, Motobu.”

Hey, wait a minute.

Why is Saotome-senpai looking at me like I’m garbage? And “just die” is way too harsh.

“I mean, it’s not wrong, but that’s not what I meant! Romance is supposed to be more sparkling, right?”

“Motobu-kun! I trusted you!! How could you!!”

“Please stop having a hysterical fit, Honjou-senpai…”

What exactly did Honjou-senpai trust me with…?

“So, who do you like, Motobu? Come on, tell us, tell us! Big sis Mika will listen.”

“Professor Yoshimura, you don’t even know these people, do you?”

“Professor, here’s the list of the people in question.”

“Nakamichi-senpai, please stop casually sharing my personal information. That’s just scary.”

“That’s one of the privileges of the student council.”