Yuigahama Yui who was standing with then— first, looked at Akira Fujimiya, then turned her gaze toward Yukinoshita Yukino, who stood quietly beside him.
At that moment, Isshiki Iroha had already came near them and bowed lightly, with her usual smile on her face.
"Yukinoshita-senpai, Yui-senpai, Good morning!"
"Good morning." Yukinoshita Yukino greeted her calmly, her voice carrying its usual composed tone.
"Good morning, Iroha-chan." Yuigahama Yui smiled brightly and waved her hand cheerfully.
Then Isshiki Iroha turned her gaze toward Akira Fujimiya.
"Good morning, Kouhai," Akira said casually, his expression relaxed.
Iroha's smile became even sweeter at his words. Somehow, his simple greeting seemed to brighten her mood even more.
"Isshiki Iroha-san," Yukinoshita Yukino said, frowning slightly as she noticed the girl's expression.
"Yukinoshita-senpai, please, just call me Iroha," she replied quickly, smiling as if to ease the tension.
"Isshiki Iroha-san," Yukinoshita repeated, deliberately keeping the formal address. "I plan to cook some medicinal food this afternoon. Can you come and help me?"
"Medicinal food?" Iroha blinked in surprise, but then nodded. "Okay, I'll help!"
"Then I'll trouble you when the time comes." Yukinoshita turned and started to leave without glances at Akira, who was looking at her with stunned expression.
Before walking away, she stepped lightly—yet deliberately—on Akira's shoes as she passed him.
Iroha blinked in confusion, watching the small exchange.
Yuigahama Yui followed Yukinoshita quietly. She didn't step on Akira's shoes, though she glanced at him with a small smile—the kind that carried both warmth and silent understanding.
Even when she was upset, Yui always wore that same gentle smile.
"Senpai, are you okay?" Iroha asked softly after a moment, as she glance at his foot.
"It's fine," Akira replied, watching Yukino's retreating back.
"But, Kouhai, you've dropped to third place now. That little stunt of yours made my Yukino angry."
"Third place?" Iroha frowned. "Then how do I get back to second place?"
"Remember what I taught you yesterday?"
Her eyes lit up, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. "Bad senpai… I get it."
"I'll look forward to your performance."
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Lunch Break — Student Council Office
After finishing her lunch, Meguri Shiromeguri checked the time.
Neither Akira Fujimiya nor Isshiki Iroha had shown up yet.
It had already been half an hour since lunch break began, and there was still no sign of them.
"Did they go somewhere else to eat?" Meguri muttered to herself. "Am I… in the way?"
Her cheeks turned faintly red at the thought, and an image flashed through her mind—Akira and Iroha together doing naughty things, She soon shaked her head at the thought.
As the Student Council President, Meguri Shiromeguri had never been in a relationship. Her life revolved around schoolwork and council duties. She'd always held a romantic, idealized view of love—believing that once she got into her dream university, she'd meet her perfect match.
But after Akira joined the student council, something inside her began to change.
It was strange—before, she never cared about what others said behind her back.
"Too serious."
"Never been in love."
"She's wasting her youth."
Those were the things her classmates used to whisper.
But lately… those words started to sting.
"Could it be… that I actually like Akira-kun?"
Her face flushed bright red at the thought.
To her, Akira Fujimiya was a reliable and handsome junior—mischievous at times, but always composed, and oddly persuasive.
Her thoughts drifted deeper, imagining what Akira might say or do if they were alone—
"Senpai?"
Meguri froze.
The familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
She looked up quickly—Akira was standing in front of her.
Her cheeks turned crimson at a speed visible to the eye, and she quickly looked down.
"Senpai, your expression is really cute," Akira said with a teasing smile, leaning closer. His breath brushed her ear as he whispered.
Meguri's hands clenched slightly.
Her heart began to race uncontrollably.
"Senpai, if you don't give me your seat, I'll have to pick you up."
"Eh—! I-I'm sorry!" Meguri jumped up instantly and stepped aside, flustered, moving toward the sofa.
Akira chuckled lightly. "Senpai, I take your seat and you still apologize to me. You're lacking the dignity a senior should have. If this continues, the student council will end up completely under my control. And then…"
He paused deliberately, glancing around the room with a sly smile.
"I-I'm in the third year, so…" Meguri stammered.
"Which university do you want to go to?" Akira interrupted. "What are your plans for the future? Would you like to join my company someday? I'm very interested in you."
He said those word without any pause as he seriously looked at her.
Meguri blinked, her mouth opening slightly.
"....."
Her blush deepened, and she couldn't find any words to say.
"I'm serious, Senpai. If you're interested in animation, voice acting, or games, I can offer you a position." Akira's voice carried a rare seriousness.
Hearing that, Meguri slowly looked up. "I… I have some interest in music."
"Oh? What instrument do you play?"
"Guitar. I have an old one at home."
"If possible, bring it to school next time. I'd love to hear you play."
"O-Okay," she nodded shyly.
"If your playing satisfies me," Akira said with a smile, "I'll give you a job. That way, when you go to university, you can cover your tuition and living expenses by yourself."
Meguri's eyes softened. Gratitude welled up inside her. She was about to speak when the office door opened.
Isshiki Iroha walked in, her expression slightly resentful.
"Senpai, that's too much! You left me alone! I was doing this for you..."
Akira coughed lightly. "You're second now."
Iroha's mood shifted instantly. "Then, Senpai, you have to accompany me to buy knee-high stocking."
"I like white over-the-knee stocking," Akira replied, smiling.
"Aren't black ones good?"
"Black ones suit seniors better."
Their banter continued, leaving Meguri to watch them with mixed feelings.
{T/N: what is this about chinese people and their stocking fetish,i mean they look good but every chinese mc have this fetishes is this that comman}
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Afternoon – Cooking Class
"Yukinoshita-senpai, please guide me!" Isshiki Iroha said after tying on her apron, bowing politely.
"You take care of the ingredients. I'll handle the medicinal herbs," Yukinoshita Yukino instructed.
"Yes, Yukinoshita-senpai." Iroha smiled briefly, stealing a glance at Akira who stood nearby, then started preparing the ingredients.
"Yukino," Akira asked, watching her work, "...do you really have experience making medicinal food?"
Yukinoshita shook her head.
Akira frowned, already thinking he should've called an ambulance in advance.
"Don't worry," Yukinoshita said, noticing his expression. "I don't know much about medicinal cooking myself, but I have an acquaintance who does."
"An acquaintance?" Akira looked slightly puzzled, as he became curious about who might that be.
"It's none of your business," Yukinoshita said curtly, glancing away. But her cheeks reddened slightly.
Akira smirked. "Is she half as pretty as you?"
"Ask that again, and I'll make this dish using my own methods," Yukinoshita said with an icy glare.
"Let's just stick to your acquaintance's recipe," Akira replied quickly, smiling wryly.
Yukinoshita huffed, checked a message on her phone, and began preparing the herbs. Then suddenly, her expression changed—her cheeks turned faintly pink.
Iroha, curious, peeked at Yukino's phone.
When she saw the description of the dish's effects, her face turned red as well.
Akira, noticing both their reactions, and immediately guess what might have cause them both to react like this.
"Yukino-chan," he said with a teasing smile, "why don't you stay at Sakurasou tonight?"
"I… I'll think about it," Yukinoshita replied softly, avoiding his gaze, her face even redder now.
Iroha blinked beside her, a little dazed, but said nothing.
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It took over an hour and a half for the two girls to finish.
When the dish was finally ready, Akira leaned forward and took a whiff of the steaming bowl.
The fragrance was warm and soothing.
He took a sip and instantly felt a comforting heat spread through his body.
"It tastes great," he said approvingly. "The soup is very fresh."
"Senpai, can I have a taste?" Iroha asked, sniffing the aroma eagerly.
"You can't," Akira said flatly.
"Senpai, you're so stingy!" Iroha puffed up her cheeks, pouting.
Yukinoshita immediately understood why Akira had refused her.
She looked from Akira to Iroha and then said calmly, "Isshiki Iroha-san, let's go outside and talk. Let Akira-kun clean up the dishes himself."
"Okay, Yukinoshita-senpai."
Iroha followed her out of the classroom without protest.
Akira sighed softly, looking at the remaining medicinal food on the table. There was too much for one person to finish, but he still smiled faintly.
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