"I can't believe Shoichi doesn't like chocolate...."
Miura murmured while holding her head with both hands in the student meeting room where there were only three students.
The voice mixed with astonishment and anxiety.
I call from behind the seat where she sits.
"I didn't know you had the longest relationship.Didn't you give it to him last year?
Among the people I know, Shoichi Koizumi is the only one who knows Miura better than anyone else.
What she doesn't know is information that most people didn't know.
If you gave something the same way last year, it wouldn't be strange to know.
That's why I asked Miura pure questions.
"Last year, I only thought I was the same student council officer."
Is that so?
Well, it just came back as a natural answer.
If she had given Koizumi a treat in Valentine's last year, the problem would have been solved in the first place.
Unfortunately, it was too common for me to ask any more questions.
Different preferences
I only like the number of people.
So no wonder who likes what kind of food.
Even so.....
"My favorite sweets are Japanese sweets, mainly Dafu, buns, and pancakes."
"It's not entirely my grandfather's taste... I've unfortunately forgotten that his taste tends to be aversive."
From the contents of the conversation that Shizukuishi had with Koizumi earlier, he raises his favorite sweets and proceeds with the conversation.
As each fingertip opens with words from the hand you hold, Miura holds her head deeply and whispers her body to the left and right.
Isn't it?
I thought the same thing, but from a high school boy of the same age, it could be said to be a bitter choice.
We young people tend to like potato chips, chocolates, gummies, etc., but I don't dislike the attitude of choosing only Japanese sweets among them.
"Nothing is limited to chocolate."
When he leaned against the wall and asked, Shizukuishi answered the question.
"I've only practiced chocolate so far, so it's inevitable that Miura-san can make it with confidence...."
"Chocolate."
I don't know about Miura's culinary skills, but it seems that she never likes it as widely as Shizukuishi or Kirazaka.
In the first place, even though it is wrong to give two people as examples for comparison.....
What an awkward feeling of air starts to spread into the student room, but Miura raises her heavy hips to block it.
His expression remained a little dark, but when the usual unshore fishing eyes returned, he sighed zero.
"... I can't help thinking about it, I just didn't give you the sweets I don't like. It's good information."
"I've made Japanese sweets myself!I was wondering if I could be of some help. "
"Thank you, it's very pleasant."
When Miura said she had a soft smile, Shizukuishi told her.
Should I describe it as a smiling, student-like youth pattern?
It's like a space just for girls, and I don't feel like there's anything wrong with it, as if I've excluded the intimate meetings.
Miura, who gripped Shizukuishi's powerful hand and consolidated his determination to confront the suffering ahead, turned to us.
It became natural for the two of them to move on.
So, are you two going to be doing special training in the family department?
Well, I'm sorry, but Kanazaki-san owes me one.
"... that's because he's a good rider."
I wonder why you give me that permission.
I'm sure Shizukuishi and Kirazaka won't be able to contact each other, so I'll think with my head about whether I'm going home with a voice.
When I touched the bag, I noticed my phone trembling inside.
There are three options: a request for shopping from Maple, a whimsical message from Kirazaka, or a call from the chairman.
When I opened the screen in anticipation of shopping from Maple, a mysterious stamp from Kirazaka was sent to me behind the prediction.
Since it is not possible to learn the intent of a stamp that seems to be less motivating for cats, if I return it only as a "family department" instead, it will be the same series, and the cat will send me something that expresses ○.
I don't think we need a detour...
Reduced time, very good.
I want to go home as soon as possible and sleep in one of the warm torches.
By the way, I'm no happier than I am at home.
What kind of scenery is spreading in the classroom in the special training for girls who will be making sweets after this?
Shizukuishi, who hangs aprons and gives instructions and advice to Miura with his arms rolled around, and Kirasaka, who seems to teach his own fashionable technology to block it.
Imagining those two, a small smile came to mind.
... as long as they can help you have fun.
Well then, I'll let you go first for today.
"Goodbye, be careful when you drop out of school."
While Miura told me what it was like to be a student council, he waved his hands and turned his back on the two of them to leave the student council room.
Miura stared at my back from a distance and asked the neighboring Shizuku with a small voice.
"He... just started laughing, didn't he?
Shizukushi nodded happily in response to such a question.
Only the school actively engaged in the activities of the Ministry of Education, and from the school building, students dressed as the Ministry of Education appeared to be busy moving and running there.
Passing through the neighborhood at an unobstructed distance, the junior who realized that he was a student council executive greeted him.
Because I am not accustomed to being perceived as being present, I react a little bit at a time, but I returned the words of working hard and proceeded to the main gate.
Then there was a familiar figure in front of the main gate.
"... the greeting exercise today?"
"Makoto-kun, it's a habit from the former chairman."
Koizumi, the current student chairman, was conducting a greeting campaign for students who were leaving school in front of the main gate.
Thirty minutes have passed since the meeting ended.
If you could just give us a word, we would have been in a student union together.
With that in mind, I stopped walking next to him.
Koizumi called out to the students who were still leaving school through the main gate, looking up at the sky that began to turn red in the moment the waves of the students broke.
"Senpai Akane is looking at me for about a month... because I want to show you how I've grown up a little"
The sound of loneliness seeping into my mood is obscured by the sound of department activities that only I can hear next door.
It's certainly another month to spend in the same study hall, but it's not like you have to be in school to show yourself growing up.
As president of Koizumi's student council, the current student council hasn't been born yet.
Slowly, shouldn't we all move to the same goal with different strides?
There are a lot of people who admire him, and one of them is twisting his head in a progressive fashion in front of the cooking table in the family room.
I'm sure she'd be happy to have a voice instead of working alone.
"Some of you must be worried that you've worked too hard."
"Thank you, but I don't have enough time to work hard to become a student chairman like that."
……
When I said that, Koizumi smiled bitterly and said with strong eyes.
... the greater the predecessor, the stronger the successor will be in pursuit of his back.
He must be chasing the back of a similarly yearning senpai.
I knew him like that.
That's who I was.
There were people close enough to envy them, and I could see overlapping selves who were working a little closer to them and shoulder-to-shoulder.
So I know, I know, I know, I know the answer he's going to give.
Unlike me, Koizumi is an excellent student.
That's why you don't always follow the same path as me.
But he's an honorary student, not a charisma or a genius.
You cannot leave the region of exemplary students.
The walls that cannot be overcome by effort will block his path.
That's why I think....
"... admiration is important, but if you're going to imitate it, you might need to change what you're aiming for."
I'm no longer someone else, I'm the person I need to live in, and I want to protect where I am.
I hate trouble and I should have liked to be quiet, but it certainly changed over the course of the year.
So I don't want to see him frustrate.
And if we can, it would be best if we could have a future where she and the two of us would laugh at him.
The small, self-speaking words reached Koizumi well.
But I tilted my neck because I didn't know what that meant.
"Yeah? What do you mean?
"No... I'm talking to myself, the way I work and the way I pace."
"Thank you, Makoto, and go home carefully."
If you really think Koizumi's walk is a mistake, you'll be willing to accept it even if you don't like it.
Suppose that's the best I can do.
So now I'm going to show him what he's after and what kind of thoughts she's creating will bring to both of us.