Kuzunoha-senpai's Secret Consultation Room ~After School in the Student Council Room Alone, Love Lessons Foretell Stormy Times!?~ - The Secret Love Consultation Room and the Complicated Senpai's Roar

That's wrong, he thought. He understood it in his head. And yet — why did it bother him this much? Asagiri Yuuto walked along the third-floor hallway of the school building, gazing up at the blue May sky. The after-school corridor was hushed and silent. The shouts from club activities, the sounds of the brass band — they were all just distant echoes now. It was as if time had stopped here alone. (*Forgetting something... that's not like me at all.*) He muttered inwardly. Even he was surprised that he'd left his phone in the classroom. Yuuto's defining trait was "ordinariness." His grades were slightly above average. Athletics, slightly above average too. Standing at 172 centimeters, he spent his days vaguely, always annoyed by how his slightly long black hair fell over his bangs. He had friends, but he wasn't the type to be at the center of a group. If anything, he was more comfortable standing off to the side, laughing along. (*Well, whatever. No one's around anyway.*) That's when it happened. Passing by the student council room, Yuuto suddenly stopped in his tracks. "...A voice?" From inside the room, which should have been locked, a faint sound was leaking out. A girl's voice. And not just any voice — it sounded troubled, yet strangely passionate at the same time. Yuuto unconsciously scratched the back of his head. His ears reddened just a little. At times like this, he cursed his own intense curiosity. Once something caught his attention, he simply couldn't let it go. Quietly, he peered through the narrow gap in the door. And then, he couldn't believe his eyes. In the center of the student council room stood Kuzunoha Kirika. Her waist-length black hair was tied into a single ponytail — the universally acknowledged, perfect student council president. Her slender, dark eyes were always composed, her very presence that of a solitary genius. She was the idol of the entire student body, and Yuuto was no exception. But what she held in her hands now was neither student council documents nor a difficult reference book. It was a palm-sized, yellow fox plushie. "Ponsuke, why... Why does confessing never go well for me...!" Holding Ponsuke the plushie in both hands, Kirika manipulated it as if it were alive. "I like you! Please go out with me!" This time, she mimicked a male student's voice, speaking forcefully. And then, immediately, she changed her tone. "Huh... Um, well... I-I... like you too...!" She locked eyes with Ponsuke, looked down, and fidgeted shyly. It was a complete one-woman show. And she was giving it her absolute all. A hexagonal pencil was still tucked behind her ear. It was a habit of hers when she was deep in thought. But right now, there wasn't a trace of "composed" anywhere on her. Her slender eyes sparkled brightly — earnest, yet somehow completely off the mark. "Ponsuke, you always do this! When I say 'It's too early,' you go and say things like 'No, this is the decisive moment'! That's why it didn't work, isn't it!" Shaking Ponsuke, Kirika started an argument all by herself. Yuuto couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Pfft—!" By the time he thought *oh crap*, it was already too late. Kirika's movements stopped dead. Slowly, her face turned toward him. Her face flushed a deep, visible red. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. "Y-You saw that... didn't you...?" Her voice trembled. It wasn't the usual calm voice of the student council president. It was just the voice of an easily embarrassed girl. "No, that was... well..." Yuuto searched for an excuse. But no matter how he looked at it, this wasn't a situation where he could make excuses. (*Kuzunoha-senpai, with a plushie...*) Kirika shoved Ponsuke into her bag and took a deep breath. And in the next instant, the look in her eyes changed. Her face was still bright red, but her gaze sharpened like a hunter locking onto its prey. "You're Asagiri Yuuto-kun, aren't you." "Y-Yes..." "Fine. Since you've seen that, you're an accomplice now too." "A-Accomplice!?" Kirika dragged Yuuto into the student council room and shut the door behind her. The spacious room, about eighteen tatami mats in size, had long desks and folding chairs lined up, with countless files stored in the bookshelf at the back. But right now, this student council space felt like a secret hideout. "I've been secretly running a love consultation activity at this school called the 'Tsukikage-kai.'" "Tsukikage-kai...?" "Shining softly on people without standing out, like moonlight. I named it myself." Kirika puffed out her chest. She seemed somewhat proud. "Three years ago, when my older sister was student council president, she accomplished a major revision of the school rules. Hair colors and clothing became a little freer, allowing everyone to be more themselves. I saw that and admired it. But what I wanted to change was something more internal. I wanted to make romance freer, more natural." Kirika glanced at Ponsuke inside her bag. "I know it's not about logic. Love isn't something you can rationalize with theory. But I can't help but think about it logically. I've read over a hundred books — love manuals, psychology books. So I can give advice to others, but..." When it came to herself, she was utterly hopeless. Seeing the clumsiness seeping through the cracks of Kirika's words, Yuuto felt a strange pang in his chest. This was the very human side of someone who seemed so perfect. (*This person, surprisingly...*) "So, as of today, you are the Tsukikage-kai's assistant-kun!" "Ehhhh!? I haven't even said anything yet, you know!?" "Denied. This is a settled matter." Kirika cut down Yuuto's protest without a second thought. Her face had already returned to that of the usual cool student council president. But the tips of her ears were still faintly red. That night, Yuuto lay in his bed at home, staring at the ceiling. It was a small, two-story house on the south side of the Minakaze River. From the next room, he could hear the sounds of his little sister watching videos. (*Tsukikage-kai, huh.*) Honestly, it sounded like a pain. But he couldn't get Kirika's desperate face out of his head. Today of all days, he cursed this personality of his — the one that always, annoyingly, noticed the moments when someone's true feelings slipped through. Because he'd noticed it. That the senpai who always wore a difficult expression was, in reality, more flustered by romance than anyone else. The next day after school, summoned once more to the student council room, Yuuto was at a loss for words at the sight before him. Piled up on the desk were love manuals and specialized psychology books from all ages and places. *The Equation of Confession*, *The Complete Manual of Gaze Distribution and Timing*, *Introduction to Romantic Probability Theory*... The titles alone were enough to give him a headache. Kirika folded her arms and nodded with satisfaction. "I will drill all of this into you. And from today, you will be a Love Master." "Master!? Me!?" "One who grasps all patterns of love theoretically and can handle any consultation. That is the definition of a Love Master." So saying, Kirika picked up a book from the desk. "Now, let's begin the first lecture. The theme is 'Appropriate Gaze Distribution and Timing in Confessions.' Ready? First, you look into the other person's eyes for three seconds, then look away for two. This rhythm has the highest success rate, and..." Yuuto slumped over the desk. (*This is theory-heavy to a ridiculous degree...*) Kirika's lecture continued. Occasionally, she would pull Ponsuke out of her bag and unconsciously clutch him as she spoke. As if he were some kind of emotional support. "Ponsuke, you see, is a memento of my late grandmother. The only one I can speak my true feelings to. Well, that's not important — getting back to the topic of gaze..." It *is* important. Yuuto retorted in his mind. Outside the window, students returning from club activities were heading toward the school gate. A faint breeze blew in from the direction of the Minakaze River, which flowed through the center of Minakaze City. Along that river, a twelve-minute walk from the school, was a promenade lined with cherry blossom trees. Kirika had been talking passionately earlier about how she planned to use it for mock date practice as an extracurricular activity of the Tsukikage-kai. "And so, in the case of the Kasumi Hill Observatory, which is famous as a confession spot, the way your voice carries changes depending on the wind direction. That's why your standing position is crucial..." Kirika's head was now completely filled with love theories. The gazebo, located behind the school about a ten-minute climb up the hill, certainly had a magnificent view and was romantic at dusk. But a senpai who talked about it in terms of probability and wind direction was, after all, a little off the mark. However. (*But, somehow... she might be kind of cute.*) Yuuto thought this as he watched Kirika's sparkling eyes. She was trying to conquer love like it was a game or a puzzle, yet she didn't understand herself at all. That imbalance tickled his heart strangely. Kirika placed the last book on the desk. "That concludes today's lecture. Starting next time, actual clients are scheduled to come. A delinquent girl with *tsundere* troubles, a beautiful, pampered senpai, and also an oddball who tries to confess using a kendama. I have to give love lessons to all of them." "Wait, they're already coming concretely...?" At Yuuto's question, Kirika smiled fearlessly. "As the Love Master's assistant-kun, I'd like you not to be surprised by something like this." The afternoon light streaming through the window softly illuminated Kirika's long black hair. In her hands, Ponsuke poked his head out, as if ready to accompany her next simulation at any moment. Yuuto imagined the days that were about to begin. His high school life, which he had hoped to spend peacefully, had apparently come crashing down with a resounding noise. But. (*It doesn't look like it'll be boring.*) That was a thought that even surprised himself a little. And so, the activities of the Tsukikage-kai began in earnest. The clock in the student council room had just passed six in the evening. There was still an hour until the school gate closed. Kirika was already picking up the next book, as if to say, "Any questions?" Resigned, Yuuto opened the first book, *The Equation of Confession*. The wind rattled the window again. The town of Minakaze was as calm as ever today, but inside this small room alone, it felt as if a special kind of time had begun to flow.

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