When I Brought The Lost Little Girl To Her House, The One Who Came Out Of The Front Door Was The Most Beautiful Girl In The Grade. - Chapter 40

Today, the class is particularly noisy. After all, we’re having a homeroom session to decide on the performance for the cultural festival.

I don’t really mind either way, so I’m not participating much in the discussion, but other people seem determined to stick to their own opinions and not budge at all.

They’re really sticking to their opinions. The class representative looks like they’re about to collapse any moment now.

“So, what do you think, committee member?”

“Stop calling me that.”

Souta glances at me with a look that clearly says he wants me to stop.

Maybe he finds it amusing to tease him with this reaction. He’ll probably keep doing it until the cultural festival is over.

“Well, let’s see… It seems like the play is taking the lead.”

“Really?”

“You don’t like the play?”

“It’s not that, but I was thinking a maid cafe might be nice even if it’s a bit cliché.”

It seems Souta also has an idea for a performance he wants to do for the cultural festival. He usually doesn’t seem to think much about anything, but he’s surprisingly diligent when it comes to school events like this. I’m impressed.

“Well, that’s just because you want to see girls dressed as maids, isn’t it?”

“Oh? You caught on, huh?”

“Figured as much.”

Retract what I just said. As expected, he’s like this. I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

I wonder what Ayano’s class is planning to do. If they’re doing a maid cafe, I wonder if they’ll write things like “Welcome back, Master” or “I love you” on the omurice.

I can’t help but think she’d look great in a maid outfit. With her long, silky black hair, big eyes, and fair, glossy skin, there’s no way it wouldn’t suit her. I secretly hold that earnest wish deep in my heart.

“Hey! Why are you smirking and spacing out?”

“I wasn’t smirking at all.”

“You were, weren’t you?”

“Huh? No way.”

Looking at Souta, I realize he’s nodding in agreement, implying that he’s right. I started to feel a bit uncomfortable knowing that I was indeed smirking.

I’d be perfectly happy if the class just let this session go to waste.

“Oh, by the way, Kuroda, what are you doing for the dance?”

“Dance?”

“The dance for the evening festival. You know, the one where we dance around a campfire.”

Ah, right. I vaguely recall the teacher mentioning something about it. After the cultural festival, we’re supposed to create a makeshift campfire in the schoolyard and dance around it.

You can partner up with anyone, regardless of gender, for the dance. So, those who dance with girls are pretty much winners.

And apparently, many guys ask Ayano to be their dance partner, but all of them end up getting rejected.

There’s a weird mix of relief and unease about that. I don’t know if I should invite her, because if I do and she rejects me, I might not be able to face the cultural festival…

“Kuroda is in a good spot, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Because Shirakawa-san is there for you.”

“Hey, wait. I haven’t asked her yet, and I just found out about the evening festival dance today.”

“If you ask her today, then guys like us who aren’t very experienced in relationships won’t be considered losers, right?”

Is he including himself in that too? Souta has a girlfriend, so if I were able to dance with Ayano, he’d be the only one among us who isn’t in a relationship.

Maybe he doesn’t want to acknowledge that, so he’s emphasizing the fact that he’s not alone.

“Well, I might end up getting rejected too, you know?”

“True… There are rumors that Shirakawa-san is also aiming for someone…”

What an unpleasant rumor. I would have preferred to hear that fifty other guys confessed to Ayano-san instead. Why did it have to be Shirakawa… I can’t find any winning factors there.

“Well, it’s true that there are no winning factors.”

“Don’t read my mind…”

“Well, he’s like the epitome of the perfect guy with a personality that makes you feel like there’s no one nicer around.”

Maybe it’s because they’re both on the organizing committee, so he treats him well. It’s rare to see Souta praise someone so much.

I know it too. During the sports festival, when the class representative was scolded by Kuromi and crying, Shirakawa was the one who constantly encouraged her.

“Sigh… This is the worst.”

Letting out a deep sigh.

“Alright! We’ve decided on the play!”

With that, the discussion about the cultural festival performance had already concluded.

It seems that our class has settled on doing a play.

“We’d like to decide what play to do, so does anyone have any ideas for a play?”

Everyone falls silent at this question. While it’s all well and good that we’ve decided on doing a play, no one has actually thought about which play to do.

“Sure! Let’s go with Snow White.”

“That sounds good. Please keep the suggestions coming.”

With that, more and more suggestions start pouring in. It’s not so much about what play they want to do, but rather they’re listing everything they know.

Looking at the blackboard, there are various suggestions written. Momotaro, Urashima Taro, Romeo and Juliet, and more.

However, once again, the votes end up split.

“Oh, Cinderella might be good.”

When I mutter that I didn’t see Cinderella on the blackboard, the class representative seems to have heard and starts writing it.

Then I hear some whispering around me, things like “Isn’t Cinderella too safe?” It’s tempting to retort and ask what they suggest then, but I hold back.

“Oh! I think Cinderella is a good idea too!”

Shirakawa unexpectedly agreed with the idea I proposed. I was utterly surprised. The way Shirakawa was reacting now was completely different from before. He was saying things like, “If it’s Shirakawa, then Cinderella is the only choice, right~?” and “There’s no option other than Cinderella!”

The disparity between Shirakawa and me is quite stark, isn’t it? That’s what I realized at that moment.

“Well then! Let’s go with Cinderella for the play!”

“Next up is the cast!”

“R-right. So…”

Just as things were getting interesting, the school bell rings, as if telling us that today’s homeroom is over.

I’m fine with not getting a role; I’m more interested in behind-the-scenes work than being on stage.

“Well, then, please think about which role you’d like to play by tomorrow.”

And with that, today’s homeroom comes to an end.