The Two Most Beautiful Girls in School Are Obsessed With Me, And All I Wanted Was to Be Forgettable!

“Crap, crap, crap—!”
I sprinted up the hill to Hoshizora High, school bag bouncing against my side, tie half on, hair definitely not regulation-compliant. The gate was already open and students were flowing in; the homeroom bell hadn’t rung yet, but it was uncomfortably close.
Okay, Haruto, this time it should be fine. You’re not THAT late. If you get through the gate and up the stairs and down the hall and somehow teleport, maybe…
“Ah.”
A soft voice echoed near my feet.
I skidded to a stop.
A small white cat with a crooked tail sat right in front of the gate, licking its paw like time was a suggestion. It flicked its ears, looked up at me, then meowed in that deceptively innocent “I’m about to ruin your life” way.
“N-Not today,” I wheezed. “Please. I’m trying to be a model student for once.”
The cat meowed again and walked straight toward the road.
A speeding truck was coming.
“Hey!”
Without a heartbeat, I dropped my bag and reached out on reflex, scooping the cat up before it could step off the curb.
The truck zoomed past, wind slapping my face.
“Seriously!? Are you trying to get yourself isekai’d or something!?”
“Meow?”
The cat purred and rubbed its face against my arm.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome…” I sighed. “Okay, I’ll just place you over-”
“Good morning.”
A soft voice came from behind me.
Polite. Colder than the truck’s passing wind.
As if captivated, I slowly turned around.
Standing there, framed by the rising sun and the school gate, was Reina Shizuki.
Student Council President.
Top of the grade.
Face so perfect it looked like it was photoshopped in real life.
Long black hair flowed neatly past her shoulders, not a single strand out of place. Her uniform was pressed with ruthless precision. And in her hands was a clipboard thick with documents.
She smiled at me.
Not a warm smile. Not a fake one, either.
The kind of smile you see from a bank loan officer right before they tell you your soul is collateral.
“…G-Good morning, President Shizuki,” I managed.
She tilted her head slightly, regarding me. Then she focused on the cat in my arms.
“That cat?” she said.
“I-It was about to walk into the road,” I babbled.
“I just picked it up, I swear I wasn’t, uh, violating any… animal laws? School… animal… crossing… policies…?”
Good. Perfect. Amazing sentence, Haruto. Your line was absolutely not suspicious at all!
But contrary to what I was thinking, she just looked at me with soft eyes. Just… a little.
“That cat lives near the faculty lot,” she said. “I’ve seen it before.”
“Oh. Right. Well, I’ll just drop it off on the side…”
“That was very brave of you, Kisaragi-kun.”
My brain blue-screened.
“…Huh?”
She stepped closer, the faint scent of something floral reaching me. Up close, she was even more intimidating. Her presence pressed against my lungs like extra gravity.
“A sudden situation. An immediate reaction to a potential danger.”
She nodded slowly, as if an affirmation.
“You exposed yourself to risk to protect something weaker than you are.”
“I mean, it’s just a cat…”
“There are many who would simply watch,” she said.
“You are not one of them.”
She smiled again.
Wh-What is this? A compliment? From President Shizuki to me?
My heart, which had only just recovered from the truck, started panicking again for entirely different reasons.
“I will remember this,” she said calmly.
Please don’t.
Is what I wanted to say.
“Ahaha, it was nothing. Really. It’s a normal thing to do. Completely normal. Painfully average. You don’t have to remember anything such as this.”
Then, the homeroom bell rang faintly in the distance.
Shizuki-san glanced at the school clock. “Time is short. You should head to class, Kisaragi-kun.”
“Y-Yes, President.”
I set the cat down carefully by the bushes. It meowed once, then trotted off like it the earlier danger hadn’t happened.
I grabbed my bag and hurried through the gate, heart still pounding.
Behind me, I felt her gaze linger on my back.
“Haruto Kisaragi…” she murmured.
I did not hear that.
If I had, I might have started running and never stopped.
***

“You’re late.”
Kaito Sakamoto, my best friend, stated the obvious as I collapsed into my seat.
“Yeah,” I panted. “Truck. Cat. President. Long story.”
He blinked slowly. “You interacted with President Shizuki?”
“I didn’t mean to. She just appeared.”
“You realize she only talks to people when she wants something from them, right?”
“Yeah, well, all she did was tell me I was ‘brave’.”
Kaito stared at me.
Then he slowly reached into his bag and pulled out a small notebook.
On the cover, in thick marker, were the words:

“HARUTO DEATH LOG – v1.0”
“…What is that,” I asked.
“Your life insurance,” he said. “What did she say exactly?”
“Uh, something like ‘I will remember this,’ I think.”
Kaito immediately flipped to a fresh page and started scribbling.
“Hey, hey, don’t write it down like it’s my death sentence!”
“It might be,” he muttered.
Our homeroom teacher walked in, starting roll call.
After that, class started.
I tried to focus in class. Really, I did.
But the entire time, my mind kept replaying that look.
Those eyes.
That smile.
No way. She already forgot, right? She’s the president. She has more important things to think about. My idiot moment with a cat is probably already deleted from her memory.
Right?
Right…?

I made it to lunch without further incident.
“See?” I muttered to myself as I opened my plain, normal bento. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is peaceful. This is good. This is safe. Today is just the same…”
The classroom door slid open.
“Kisaragi Haruto-kun.”
My chopsticks froze halfway to my mouth.
That voice.
Soft. Clear. A voice filled with authority.
I turned my head slowly.
President Shizuki stood in the doorway, perfect as ever, with that same clipboard against her chest. Students in the room fell silent, then started whispering.
“Is that President Shizuki…?”
“Why is she here?”
“Who is Kisaragi… wait, Haruto!?”
I wanted to shrink into my desk and become a fossil.
“Y-Yes?” I squeaked.
“Our homeroom teacher informed me of your seat,” she said. “May I speak with you?”
Everyone’s eyes stabbed into my back.
Kaito leaned over, whispering, “You survived till lunch. That’s already better than I expected, honestly.”
“Why are you so calm about this!?”
President Shizuki’s gaze swept over the classroom. “May I borrow him for a short while?”
Silence. Nobody dared to speak.
Of course nobody said no.
She was the president.
I stood up on shaky legs and followed her going to the student council office.
***
The student council office was larger than I expected.
I’d never been inside; normal students didn’t come here unless they were in trouble or extremely involved. Shelves full of files lined the walls, and neatly stacked papers covered the desks. The air smelled faintly of fresh paper and something like black tea.
“Please, sit,” President Shizuki said, gesturing to a chair across from her desk.
I sat, feeling like I was at a job interview I didn’t apply for.
President Shizuki set her clipboard down and took a seat as well, folding her hands. “Once again, thank you for this morning.”
“Oh, uh, really, it’s fine,” I said. “I just reacted, that’s all. Anyone would do it.”
“Not true,” she said without hesitation. “But we will return to that.”
Will we? I don’t want to return to anything!
She flipped through a few pages on the clipboard. “Kisaragi Haruto. Second year. Average grades. No club affiliation. No disciplinary records. No remarkable achievements.”
“Ugh…It’s the truth but you didn’t have to say it like that,” I muttered.
She smiled faintly. “Do not misunderstand. I find it… interesting.”
“Being painfully ordinary is… interesting?”
“Yes. In a place where everyone is desperately trying to stand out, you alone remain… ordinary. Moderate.” Her eyes lingered on me in a way that felt like being scanned. “Stable.”
I don’t like where this is going.
President Shizuki tapped the clipboard. “The reason I called you here is simple.”
Simple. Right. I didn’t believe that for a second.
“As Student Council President,” she continued, “it is my duty to ensure the safety and order of Hoshizora High. That includes acknowledging students whose behavior empowers our community.”
“Empower?”
“This morning,” she said, “you risked injury to prevent harm to a living being. On school grounds. Without hesitation.”
She leaned forward slightly.
“That is the type of initiative and compassion this institution values.”
“I mean, the truck wasn’t that close…”
“I reviewed the security footage.”
“You what?”
She turned the clipboard around.
There, clipped neatly to the top, was a printed still frame from a camera mounted above the gate. In the image, I was lunging toward the cat with my mouth open mid-yell, hair flying, face twisted in desperation.
It was… not amazing at all.
“I have already saved a copy,” she said calmly.
“Wh-Why!?”
“For records,” she replied. Then added, almost too quietly, “And personal consumption.”
PERSONAL WHAT NOW.
“Therefore,” President Shizuki said, voice returning to that smooth official tone, “As a reward, I would like to formally invite you to cooperate with the student council.”
“…Eh?”
“Specifically,” she continued, “in matters related to safety oversight and behavioral modeling.”
That sounded made up.
“B-Behavioral… modeling?”
“Yes. You will serve as an example of socially responsible conduct. By working more closely with the student council, you can inspire others and help maintain order.”
I blankly stared at her.
Then at the neat little stack of papers she slid toward me.
“You prepared all this already?” I croaked.
Her smile never faltered. “I am an efficient person.”
The papers were full of dense text. Towers of letters marched across the page like soldiers. On top was a form titled:
“VOLUNTARY COOPERATION AGREEMENT WITH STUDENT COUNCIL (SAFETY DIVISION)”
Voluntary. Right.
I scanned the bullet points. These indicated the tasks that I supposedly will be doing.
“May be asked to assist in patrols after school”
“Will report unusual activity”
“Will maintain close contact with student council for coordination”
“Must notify president of schedule changes”
“…Notify the president of schedule changes?” I repeated.
“So we can protect you,” she said simply. “Let me correct it. It’s so we can ‘coordinate safety.’”
That pause was terrifying.
“I-I’m not sure I’m… not cut out for this kind of thing,” I said.
“I’m really just… normal. You know. A background character. A guy who blends in with the walls. You should probably pick someone more reliable-”
“I already did,” she said.
“Oh. Who?”
She peered directly into my eyes.
“You.”
There was a beat of silence.
My brain tried to reboot.
“W-Why me?” I croaked.
“Because,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “you threw your body in front of a moving vehicle today.”
“That was just a reflex!”
“A good reflex,” she replied. “A dangerous one, if left unsupervised.”
The word ‘dangerous’ rolled off her tongue with an odd fondness, like she’d just said “adorable.”
“…Are you implying that I need… guidance?”
“You do,” she said. “Desperately.”
She pushed a pen toward me.
“Please sign.”
My survival instinct screamed: DO NOT. DO. IT.
But another part of me, some pathetic, people-pleasing, spineless part whispered: She’s the president. It’ll be rude to say no. It’s just helping a little. It probably won’t be that bad.
“You look conflicted, Kisaragi-kun,” she observed.
“I-I just… I don’t want to cause trouble…”
“You are not causing trouble.” She leaned in just enough to make my heart trip. “On the contrary. You are preventing it. With this, I can… take better care of you.”
Why does that sound like both a promise and a threat?
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Or perhaps… Would you prefer to continue facing dangerous situations alone? Without support? Without… protection?”
There it was. That pressure.
Wrapped in silk, disguised as concern.
I gulped.
“…This won’t be a lot of work, right?”
“A fair, reasonable amount only,” she said.
That meant “yes.”
But the pen was right there. Her eyes were right there. My courage was on vacation.
Slowly, with all the doomed weight of a man signing away his freedom, I picked up the pen.
My name looked innocent on the line.
That’s not my name, I thought as I finished the last stroke. That’s a curse written in ink.
President Shizuki watched the whole process with quiet satisfaction.
When I put the pen down, she gently took the papers back, clipped them neatly, and nodded.
“Very good,” she said softly. “From this day forward, you will be under the supervision of the student council.”
She smiled.
“To be precise, under my supervision.”
Every hair on my body stood up.
“This is for your own good, Kisaragi-kun,” she added. “From now on, please rely on me. I will make sure nothing… unfortunate happens to you.”
That pause around the word “unfortunate” had way too many layers.
“Y-Yes, President…”
“By the way, you may call me Shizuki-san when we are alone,” she said.
I choked. “Th-That’s not how student-supervisor, uh, student-president relationships work-”
She tilted her head. “Of course not. Since this is not a mere ordinary relationship.”
…What does that even mean!?
She stood up, gathering the papers.
“Lunch break is almost over. I will send you a copy of your new responsibilities later. For now, please return to class. And, Kisaragi-kun-”
I paused at the doorway.
“Yes?”
“After school,” she said calmly, “do not leave without informing me. I would be…very displeased if you disappeared before I could ensure your safety.”
Her smile sharpened just a hair.
“And you do not want that happening.”
My mouth went dry. “R-Right.”
I fled the student council room.
***
I stumbled out into the hall like someone who’d escaped a dragon’s lair by signing a business contract with it.
Kaito was lurking around the corner, arms crossed.
“Well? Still alive?” he asked.
“I… signed something,” I said hollowly.
He closed his eyes like he’d just heard the ending of a tragedy. “You didn’t.”
“I couldn’t say no! She had this… aura! And paperwork! And security footage!”
Kaito flipped open his little notebook and wrote something dramatic-looking.
“What now?” I asked weakly.
“Step one,” he said.
“Accept your fate.”
“That’s step one!?”
He nodded. “You’ve been noticed by Reina Shizuki-san. There’s no going back. From now on, your life is officially… under council management.”
He actually said it like that. “Council management.”
I leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.
It’s going to be fine right? It’s just student council stuff. Helping out. Being an example. Nothing weird. Nothing dangerous. Nothing.
Down the corridor, I saw the president walking away, her back straight, hair swaying, papers tucked under one arm.
For just a moment, she glanced over her shoulder at me.
Our eyes met.
Her smile was small, almost secretive.
…Yeah. I’m dead.
The universe was quietly loading the disaster in the background.
And I, Haruto Kisaragi, had no idea.
My peaceful life was already over.