The Heroines Want to Confess

Lunchtime.

Even the workaholic Shirogane Miyuki couldn't stay in work mode forever.

"President~! Why won't you increase the budget for the board game club?!" Fujiwara Chika whined, shaking Sakurai Saku's arm.

Shirogane made the decision, so why was she shaking his arm?

Sakurai picked up a piece of tempura.

"I was the one who convinced the president."

"Sports clubs require much more funding for training than cultural clubs. Their equipment also deteriorates faster. As far as I know, the board game club buys games, plays them a few times, then lets them collect dust in the corner."

Chika immediately lost her momentum.

"Uh… well…"

Shirogane swallowed a piece of vegetable and chimed in.

"If you buy something, you should at least use it until it wears out, right?"

Shirogane was frugal.

His family's financial situation had instilled in him the habit of extreme thrift.

If an electronic device could still turn on, it was new.If food wasn't moldy, it was fresh.

"Exactly." Sakurai nodded.

"President, Sakurai-kun, you're both stingy!" Chika pouted.

"Using student council resources for personal gain isn't good, but… increasing the board game club's budget isn't entirely unreasonable either."

Sakurai held out a piece of tempura to her.

"So, it's my fault. Can you forgive me?"

No way!

Chika puffed up her cheeks, but then—

She ate the tempura.

"Hmph! I forgive you!"

…Huh?

Chika blinked in confusion.

Sakurai picked up another piece of beef.

"For all the times I teased you before… can you forgive me for that too?"

"Of course n—"

Before she could finish, another piece of food was in her mouth.

She chewed, swallowed, then…

"Mm~ I forgive you."

Sakurai nodded.

"I'm glad you don't hold grudges."

Across from them, Shirogane Miyuki's eyes grew misty.

What a beautiful bond.

Despite losing every time, Fujiwara-san never held a grudge!

This was true love.

Meanwhile, Chika felt something was off.

She quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

"Ah—!"

Sakurai, like a devil, offered her another bite—this time, a sausage.

Chika furiously shook her head.

…

That afternoon, Shinomiya Kaguya decided to stop by the student council room.

But apparently, she arrived at the wrong time.

"Sakurai-kun, no~! Don't shove the sausage in!"

"Fujiwara-san, eating more is good for your health."

A few strands of doubt flickered across Kaguya's otherwise icy expression.

She slowly pushed the door open.

And saw—

Sakurai pinning Fujiwara down on the couch.

Fujiwara's eyes were teary as she covered her mouth.

But rather than worrying, Kaguya felt… satisfied.

At last, the overly enthusiastic girl who was as relentless as a cancer cell had met her match.

"Shinomiya?"

"Kaguya-san?"

"Kaguya-sama?"

Kaguya had virtually zero knowledge of certain topics.

If the average person's understanding of sex was ground level, then Shinomiya Kaguya was buried 99 floors underground.

She genuinely believed kissing led to pregnancy.

…So these two were about to kiss?

Having a child in high school wasn't ideal.

"When the baby's a month old, make sure to send me an invitation, Fujiwara-san," Kaguya stated as she stepped into the room.

Her gaze briefly flickered to the food on the table.

And the two people pressed against each other.

Kaguya's face flushed red, but with her usual dignity, she turned and marched out of the room.

She left behind a dumbfounded Fujiwara Chika and Shirogane Miyuki, who were both questioning what they had just witnessed.

"…Did she just say 'child'?"

Shirogane had thought he understood Kaguya fairly well.

In his mind, Kaguya was someone who acted cold but was actually warm-hearted inside.

He had invited her to the student council, hoping she could learn to be more open.

He didn't want her to be just Shinomiya Kaguya, the heir of the Shinomiya family.He wanted her to be Shinomiya Kaguya, the person.

Sakurai finally let go of Fujiwara, watching as she sat up, still shaken.

"She said, 'When the baby's a month old, send me an invitation.'"

"…But none of us even have a girlfriend."

Sakurai glanced at Shirogane Miyuki.

At the mention of romance, Chika perked up, her previous embarrassment completely forgotten.

"President~! Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Then do you have someone you like?" Chika pried.

"Mm… no."

Shirogane honestly didn't have the time for love.

Ten hours a day went into studying, plus his part-time jobs and student council work.

There was just no time.

"Ehh? That's so sad~" Chika frowned.

"President! High school is for youth! It's the best time to fall in love! Before you know it—"

She hunched over like an old lady and coughed dramatically.

"—You'll be an old man!"

That's a very loose definition of youth.

"Don't listen to her, President. Men are always young at heart."

"But…" Sakurai rested his chin on his hand.

"I do have a girl I like."

Chika froze.

He… he likes someone?!

"She has slightly wavy hair…"

Chika touched her hair.

That's me!

"She's small and really cute."

That's also me!

"Her name starts with 'Chi' (千)."

!!!

Chika's face flushed pink, her smile beaming brighter than the cherry blossoms outside.

Then—

"…She just turned twelve this year."

…

…

Wait.

Not me?!

Not me, after all?!

Chika's smile vanished in an instant, her face twisted in despair.

Meanwhile, Shirogane didn't even blink.

"Oh, her? Yeah, she's adorable. So small, always so clingy."

Shirogane's expression softened into a warm, nostalgic smile.

"Whenever we visit, she always jumps on us. She won't let go unless we give her kisses."

Chika suddenly stood up.

…Twelve.

Elementary school.

L-Lo… Loli?!

President and Sakurai-kun like girls that young?!

Shirogane rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed.

"She's already getting old. She still runs around, but I worry about her."

Old?

Twelve-year-olds are old?!

Chika's hands trembled as she pulled out her phone.

Her fingers hovered over the dial pad.

…Police.

She had to call the police.

What was the emergency number again?!

"Fujiwara-san, what's wrong?" Shirogane asked, confused.

"You perverts! Even kids aren't safe from you! You monsters!" Chika shrieked, hiding behind Sakurai.

Shirogane looked utterly lost.

Wait.

If he was a monster…

Then the guy she was hiding behind was just as guilty!

"…Fujiwara-san, twelve-year-old dogs are very old. She hasn't been doing well lately."

…

…

…Dog?

Chika's brain stuttered.

She processed his words.

And turned pale.

"She's a white Bichon Frise. Super cute. But yeah… she's already twelve years old."

Sakurai smiled at Chika.

With a devilish glint in his eye, he delivered the final blow—

"Fujiwara-san… what exactly did you think I meant?"