It's a Chastity-Reversed World, But It's Different From What I Imagined? - 36

Chapter 36: All the Things Needed for Club Activities

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There had been a lot of things we had to do in order to get the Men’s Cheer Team started.

1. 1. How do we decide which girls to cheer for?

On this matter, it had been decided that Seiya would set up a social media account for the Men’s Cheer Team, and he was entrusted with managing it. Apparently, he would also post about our activities on NewTune as well.

2. 2. What about the uniforms?

Since it was a cheering squad, in my mind the image had been of a gakuran. However, the suggestion I put forward was immediately shot down by Youhei.

“It’s so old-fashioned.”

With just that one word, he cut it down completely, so an alternate plan was made to create modified gakuran-style outfits, with a summer and winter version to switch between.

For this, we decided to ask the sewing club to make them.

3. 3. What about the cheer song?

My own idea had been something like pounding Japanese drums or a bass drum, and using brass instruments like trumpets to hype things up.

“Hmm. That’s interesting, but the sound is too monotonous. I’ll arrange it, but it’s good that you already have a clear image.”

Surprisingly, Youhei actually approved of this. So I tried singing about five or six different musical styles that came to mind.

“Yeah. Yoru’s deep voice really resonates in the gut. And the words you say before the singing? That’s good too.”

“You mean the preamble. I think that’s necessary too.”

As we started working on the uniforms and cheer songs, I found myself talking with Youhei more often. When it came to things he liked, Youhei, the artistic type, had been passionate and uncompromising.

The cheering targets, the uniforms, the cheer songs… As our cheering squad activities began in earnest, events like the final exams ended. Since test results didn’t really matter for the boys, we had started holing up in the clubroom to escape the abnormal heat and tension in class.

“Good work~ Now that tests are over, I think the uniforms should be ready soon, so could you go pick them up?”

It had been about a week since tests ended, and club activities had officially resumed. Seiya contacted me to say the uniforms were finished. The person we asked to make them was Juri Amamiya-san, from Class 1-A like us, and a member of the sewing club. I vaguely remembered her saying that her hobbies were sewing and cosplay.

That meeting with the strawberry panties came back to mind.

“Excuse me. I’m Yoru Kurose from the Men’s Cheer Team.”

I opened the sewing club’s door.

When we did club tours, I had peeked into the cooking club since they had just started cooking and it seemed interesting, but I hadn’t even visited the sewing club. Since this was my first time entering, I had no idea about the atmosphere, so I opened the door nervously.

“Our model for today has arrived!!!”

“““Thank you very much!!!”””

As the door opened, Juri Amamiya-san, who looked like a gyaru, stood there waiting and welcomed me. In response to her voice, the other sewing club members all chorused their thanks at once.

“Eh? Eh? Eh?”

“Yoru Kurose-sama, thank you very much for visiting our sewing club today. We have prepared several outfits based on your order, designed and arranged in our own way. For that purpose, we have prepared a fitting room, so if you would, could you try them on and show us how they look?”

It seemed that on top of the outfits Youhei had ordered, they had added their own touches.

“Um, am I really the one who gets to decide?”

“Of course. Midorino-kun has already approved the designs. The rest, he said, should be entrusted to the decision of Captain Kurose.”

So, with Youhei as design lead and Seiya as budget manager, everything was already approved, and all that was left was my go-sign.

“Alright. I’ll leave it to you.”

I would soon regret it. The fitting room I was guided to had a whole row of different outfits hanging inside.

“Eh! All of these?”

“Yes, all of them. Not only the revised gakuran version you requested, but also parkas, rash guards, and other outfits prepared for different uses. From here, we’d like to refine them based on your comfort and feedback.”

“For now, I’ll try them on.”

The first one was a modified gakuran, with a short jacket and baggy pants—the closest to the image I’d had.

“How is it?”

When I stepped out of the fitting room, a runway had somehow been set up.

“Now, now, please walk this way.”

Doing as I was told, I walked the runway. A spotlight shone down on me, and girls ringed the runway. Their eyes were glittering as they stared at me. Were they looking at the clothes, or at me?

At first it had been embarrassing, but after changing into the 10th, then 20th outfit, the embarrassment had vanished. Let’s just say I had gotten hyped up.

I remembered that up until around the 10th or 20th outfit, I had still been trying to think carefully about each change. But as I went on to outfits that I couldn’t even tell were casual wear or uniforms anymore, things became a blur. I just kept changing, striking poses, and turning before the five people sitting in the center like judges.

“Haa… Haa… I’m exhausted.”

There had even been swimsuits and nearly half-naked outfits in the mix, but it was probably fine since they covered the important parts. Well, no point overthinking it.

“Amamiya-san. I’m done with the outfits, so we’re finished, right?”

At some point, about two hours had passed. The outside had already gotten dark, and I realized just how focused I had been.

“Amamiya-san?”

When I called out, Amamiya-san finally showed her face.

“K-Kurose-kun, did you call me?”

“Yeah? Uh, you’re bleeding from your nose, are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine. I’ll treasure this moment for life. Ah, no, thank you very much for today. We’ll make revisions based on what we learned, and deliver the uniforms immediately. Thank you for your hard work today. Please, this way to the exit.”

Guided by Amamiya-san, I left the fitting room into the hallway. I had no idea how they had built that runway in a classroom, but from here I couldn’t see any trace of it.

“Um… Kurose-kun. If it’s alright, please call me Juri.”

“Eh? Uh, yeah. Juri.”

“Yes!!! Thank you so much. I’ll absolutely be in charge of all of the cosplay outfits for Kurose-kun!!!”

Overwhelmed by the gyaru’s forceful presence as she pressed forward, even with her nose still bleeding, I ended up calling her by her first name.

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