The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 132

“Ichinomiya-senpai!?”

I found Ichinomiya-senpai in front of the student council room, so I tried to greet her. Well, I tried to, but…

“Taketo-kun! I’ve been waiting for you!”

In the next moment, Ichinomiya-senpai, who was standing on my left, entwined her arm with mine. Thanks to the training with Mil-san, I was able to avoid it, but since I didn’t feel any malice from senpai, I just went with the flow. But that movement just now definitely used psychic power, right?

“Ahaha, you found out… It’s a secret between me and Taketo-kun.”

“Please♡.” Ichinomiya-senpai moves even closer.

“Haah, I understand, but… Ichinomiya-senpai, shall we step away for a moment…?”

Then, was Ichinomiya-senpai’s sense of distance always like this? I think she should stop, as the usual sense of distance is hitting various things.

“Come on, Taketo-kun, come inside.”

As usual, a graceful avoidance. As expected, senpai is senpai. With a firm tug on my arm as if nothing had happened, I obediently entered the student council room.

Swoosh.

Once I entered, the student council members who were seated and working on something all looked up at once.

Could this be? Was I perhaps interrupting their work? This is quite awkward.

“E-excuse me.”

I hurriedly tried to greet them, but no one responded. It would be best to leave quickly. After all, I only wanted to thank Ichinomiya-senpai for the logo design, so there was no need to go into the student council room. This was a mistake…

“…”

Since I didn’t have any particular interaction with fellow first-year students Yamada-san and Kouno-san, they turned their faces away as soon as our eyes met. The second-year seniors shot me piercing glares… They were probably silently telling me to leave quickly because I was interrupting their work.

It’s easy to think that way, but usually, the student council president is chosen from among the second-year students starting in October. It seems that the current student council president nominates the candidates, but most of the time, they are chosen from the second-year students here.

It seems that because an irregular like me started attending school, they feared that the inexperienced new student council president and the reduced number of student council members wouldn’t be able to handle unforeseen circumstances, so as an exception, the current third-year students continued to lead the student council…

So I think the second-year seniors don’t think highly of me (even though I might be wrong) …but I’m too scared to look them in the face.

Ah…

For a moment, memories of a past life flash through my mind. It happens sometimes, even if the memories aren’t strongly imprinted, they can suddenly come to mind in casual moments. Then, most of the time, they are completely unrelated memories, but this time, it somewhat overlaps with my current state of mind.

That’s a story from a certain anime… and it’s another world. The middle-aged protagonist encounters a bear and, muttering “This is bad (bear)” while backing away, falls into a swamp…

Phew.

For now, I’m not agitated. No, it’s more accurate to say that I’ve recovered. Maybe this is the benefit of relaxation…

I always think about it, but I’m really just grateful for this psychic ability (Relaxation). Thank you very much.

“Um, Ichinomiya-senpai. I just came to thank you for the logo design, and, um, Ichinomiya-senpai, it was a really great design. Thank you so much. Everyone liked it right away.”

“Hehe. Hearing you say that makes all my hard work worth it.”

Mil-san understood my actions as she brought out a box of sweets from somewhere. As expected of Mil-san. I received it and handed it to Ichinomiya-senpai.

“Oh, I made you go out of your way. I feel almost sorry for it.”

“It’s okay.”

Then, one more thing.

“Oh, this is for tea.”

I hand it over, saying that everyone can eat it during the break. With that, my task is done. Now, shall I head back to the classroom?

“Taketo-kun, you can’t go home yet. I, as the student council president, have something to discuss with you, too.”

“H-huh?”

I wonder what it is, I have a really bad feeling…

* * *

“Um…”

For some reason, Ichinomiya-senpai is sitting to my left, and Vice President Sakurada-san is sitting to my right. And as usual, there’s that same distance between us. This time, even the Vice President?

What I want to know is, quite frankly, about the engagement.

There was talk that getting engaged to all four band members had caused a stir.

If the student council does nothing to address the situation, they will become targets of jealousy and envy, which is dangerous. If this is left unchecked, the problem will escalate, and they may not be able to enjoy their school life.

So that’s what it was. In other words, Ichinomiya-senpai was concerned about the well-being of my fiancées and brought it up. What a nice person. I’m embarrassed that I thought of it as a bad omen.

“So, I thought of a solution in my own way.”

“Really? Ichinomiya-senpai, thank you so much!”

Honestly, this is really helpful. I wouldn’t have known what to do without it.

“Hehe. It’s fine. This is also part of my duties as the student council president. So, Gouda Taketo-kun, how should we go about getting engaged?”

“Huh?”

What is Ichinomiya-senpai talking about?

“Look, if you tell them that they were able to get engaged because they met those conditions, I think everyone will be convinced.”

“Is that so…?”

“That face of yours still seems not to understand. In other words…”

I see, it seems that Ichinomiya-senpai wants to shift the focus. If I can clear that, I might be able to get engaged too. It seems like she’s giving everyone a goal. I wonder if that will be effective? No, wait a minute…

“If that’s the case, everyone who meets the conditions will become engaged…”

“T-that, I’m sorry for suddenly talking to you. Does Taketo-kun currently have three wives?”

As if to interrupt my words, Vice President Sakurada-san cuts in. From the way she speaks quickly, it seems she noticed the bracelet on my left wrist and hurriedly spoke up.

“Yes. That’s right.”

So, when I glanced at Mil-san, the student council members noticed my gaze and were a bit surprised.

I wonder if everyone is surprised because Mil-san has transformed into a chubby officer wearing glasses. Everyone has that kind of expression.

On the other hand, when everyone turned their gaze towards Mil-san, she only gave a slight nod. It’s understandable; she can’t easily reveal her true identity.

“I-if you have four fiancées, does that mean you only need three more…?”

The vice president, who usually asks quite probing questions, is clearly slumping her shoulders.

“Sakurada-san, don’t worry. There’s no way someone as kind-hearted as Taketo-kun would have such restrictions. Right, Taketo-kun?”

Before I could answer, the student council president interrupted. I thought she was trying to get ahead of me to prevent me from saying ten people, but…

“Taketo-kun, having three slots will only lead to conflict.”

There are parts I can agree with. Besides, Ichinomiya-senpai’s face looked unusually serious. But still…

“The very idea of conditions seems kind of arrogant to me, and I don’t like it to begin with…”

“Well then, is it okay to say that you won’t refuse anyone who comes?”

“Ugh, no way, that’s just too much. Y-yeah, that’s right. I really dislike women who would harass my fiancée. I absolutely can’t accept women like that.”

I should have said this from the beginning. If I had, there wouldn’t be any students bothering me. Those who wouldn’t bother me were never interested in me anyway, so yeah, I’m glad the answer came together nicely.

“In other words, you want me to express my feelings straightforwardly, right, Taketo-kun?”

“Eh.”

“It’s something so obvious that you don’t even need to think about it. I wonder why I forgot it. As expected of you, Taketo-kun.”

Ichinomiya-senpai winked, saying she was falling more and more in love. No, that’s not what I meant…

“Hehe. Even the shy Taketo-kun is cute. Thank you. Now I can give everyone some good news. Oh, but we do need some rules in place.”

“Alright,” Ichinomiya-senpai said as she rolled up her sleeves, faced her laptop, and began typing away.

“No, that’s why…”

The other student council members were the same. They didn’t have an atmosphere that made it easy to talk to them, so I reluctantly left the student council room.