When I found out about the student council president's secret, she became my exclusive maid [Haitus]

“Hii Hiii… Everyoneee! Midterm exams are coming up soon, so please study hard, okay?”

“Nooo!”

“Ughhh!!”

“That’s too fast…”

Nekoshiba-sensei, who was standing at the teacher’s desk, cheerfully uttered the worst words that could open even the gates of hell. The students who heard her words cried out in agony, as if being tortured. Nekoshiba-sensei usually has a gentle, carefree demeanor, but combining her cruel smile and this unexpected announcement, she looked like a psychopathic gatekeeper of hell.

Personally, I feel like I’m being boiled in a cauldron of hell, but my suffering is not as great as those around me. My ambition is low, so my only goal is to avoid getting an F rank.

“Ohira-san, are you okay today?”

In the midst of this hell, Shirakawa Kohaku suddenly appeared next to Yuki in the back seat.

“I’m fine. It’s the usual routine so it’s not a problem”

“Sorry to bother you when you’re busy.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s also a review for me, so I don’t mind.”

Curious about their conversation, I turned around to listen.

“What do you mean by ‘the usual routine’?”

The two of them don’t seem to have that close of a relationship. Yuki even said she didn’t have any friends. So what is the ‘usual routine’ they are talking about?

But, Instead of Yuki, Shirakawa-san answered my question.

“Before the test, Ohira-san always makes time to teach me personally.”

“Hmm , is that so?”

I didn’t expect that. But come to think of it, I’ve seen Shirakawa-san frequently ask Yuki for help during breaks.

“It’s just a study friendly relationship where both parties earn something from it.”

Yuki’s statement makes me laugh wryly.

“It’s wholesome, but somehow it feels like an obscene word.”

“Well, if you put it that way, it sounds like I’m just getting close to Ohira-san for studying purposes.”

“That does sound wholesome, but the way you say it feels a bit devious.”

“Haha. I’m just kidding. I don’t think anything of the sort.”

I’m not really sure. The devious maid who is also the student council president seems to really have a study-only relationship with Shirakawa-san.

“By the way, Shirakawa-san, your grades aren’t that good, right? I don’t get that impression from you.”

I wonder if she’s at the point where she has to come to the top of the class to make up for it. I don’t think she’s in the group of students who get F’s though.

“Well, I’m embarrassed to say that my grades aren’t that good. I’m desperate not to get an F because then I wouldn’t be able to participate in club activities.”

“You’re the manager of the baseball team, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. We have a small team, so I help out with practice and I can barely manage to keep up with practice. I can’t leave the team.”

While saying that, she added in a joking manner, “By the way, our school couldn’t participate in the fall tournament this year due to a shortage of players.”

It was a difficult statement to respond to, but Shirakawa-san laughed and replied, “But that’s okay. We all gather here because we love baseball. It’s not about winning or losing, it’s about being able to play baseball.”

“Wow!”

Yuki and I clapped our hands reflexively. Seeing this, Shirakawa-san blushed and bowed slightly, saying “Thank you.”

“Well, in that case, I have to teach you properly without cutting corners, Shirakawa-san.”

“Please do, sensei.”

“Sensei… hehe~…” Yuki seemed a little pleased.

“Ohhh! This is too much! A test before the culture festival?!”

“Well, it’s tough on the students, I guess.”

However, I personally think it makes sense. It would be worse to do it after the culture festival, and doing it before allows the students to use the momentum from the festival to study. It can also be seen as the school’s consideration for the students to enjoy the culture festival without worry.

Well… I can’t deny that the dark side of the teachers who make students suffer before the culture festival is visible, but I still think it’s better to do it before the festival than doing it after.

“Akira! Let’s do the usual thing!”

“Yeah sure.”

The “usual thing” is studying at McDonald’s, or the “Max Dream Burger,” as it’s called. It’s just idle talk disguised as a study session. In the end, we end up playing around when we gather there.

“That sounds like fun too, doesn’t it?”

As Shirakawa-san pushed her medium-length hair behind her ear, she asked, “What do you usually do there?”

It’s not a response to my previous statement, but when I was asked the same question, Shogo replied in my stead, “It’s a study session at McDonald’s. Well, it’s only for Akira and me, so I don’t know if you could call it a study session.”

“I see. That sounds like a study session too.”

As if impressed, they nodded their heads, and I felt like a lightbulb lit up above Shirakawa-san’s head. She voiced her idea, which seemed to have occurred to her suddenly, and proposed it to the three of us.

“Since we’re all here, why don’t we study together as a group of four?”

“Wow, Shirakawa-san, that’s a great idea!”

“Exactly!”

Shogo praised Shirakawa-san’s suggestion, and she placed her hands on her hips and held her head up high with pride.

Leaving the two of them who were getting excited, I turned to Yuki and asked her,

“Yu…”

“Yu?”

“Are YOU okay with this?”

“““YOU?!”””

[TL/N : The capitalized word is written in English in the raws]

The three of them repeated my words and twisted their necks in confusion, and then Yuki burst out laughing at my statement.

“That was a bit too much.”

“Sorry, it was just a reflex to stop myself from calling you by your name.”

I said under my breath as to not let the other two hear our conversation.

We had made a promise not to call each other by name at school, but I had almost slipped up and called her by her name. That sudden change made my words sound awkward.

“Hehe~, it’s alright. If you’re all okay with it, then so am I.”

“That’s great. How about you, Morigami-kun?”

“I’m okay as well.”

I decided to counterbalance my previous mistake with some English. A little slip-up was within the acceptable range.

“Akira, you’re slipping up.”

“I know that even without you telling me.”

Shogo was a pain in the back. He kept pointing out every single mistake I made.

However, I felt like I had overcome my mistake of almost calling Yuki by her name. No one questioned my words anymore.

“Where should we study?”

When Shogo asked this, Shirakawa-san answered,

“How about the same place where you go? The two of you were planning to study there anyway.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Alright.”

Shogo and I replied positively, and everyone’s gaze turned to Yuki when she said, “Wait.”

She also tried to call me by my name, but stopped midway realizing her mistake. Well, she pretty much made a blunder, and crossing her arms above her supple b*****s, she said,

“Is it okay to regret it?”

“What do you mean?”

Realizing that Yuki had also messed up like me, I burst out laughing.

“Haha, well, I might regret it, but is going to McDonald’s really okay?”

Yuki responded with a short “yes,” as if to go with the flow.

“Well, for now, let’s have a study session at the McDonald’s near the station.”

Shirakawa-san took charge of the situation, although her tone seemed somewhat uneasy.

“Alright! I’m gonna make sure they’re out of buns again this time!”

“Konoe-kun, we’re not going there to play, you know? …Wait, how much do you eat for them to get out of buns?”

Shogo, in high spirits, was followed by Shirakawa-san, who was concerned about his statement.

“Yuki, are you really okay with this?”

“Yes. Are you okay with this, Akira-kun?”