Confession After School, On the Rooftop: Kurami Kagura's Harem Student Council
Spring, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Kurami Kagura, a new student at Iris Private Academy, decides to run for student council president for the simplest of reasons: to have the authority to call his crush out to the school rooftop and confess his love. His oddball election speech unexpectedly goes viral, catching the attention of the school's three most beautiful girls.
The first to approach him is Shion Amakawa, the school's untouchable queen. She is perfect in every way... excep
Confession After School, On the Rooftop: Kurami Kagura's Harem Student Council - Tsundere Earthquake! The Queen's On-Air Gaffe Brings Down Her Emotional Walls!
Several days had passed since that day.
The cherry blossoms of the entrance ceremony, the all-school assembly where his stage fright was exposed, the chaos at the basketball club—all of that was now a little while ago.
Late April.
The lunch break at Iris Academy was always noisy. Groups spreading out their lunches in the classroom, sports club members chasing balls on the grounds, girls in the hallway chatting about nothing in particular.
The student council president, Kurou Kagura, let out a sigh in a place just slightly removed from all that commotion.
Third floor of the main building.
From the student council room window, you could look down on the grounds.
Kagura had a mountain of documents spread out across the long desk. Club activity budget requests, equipment order forms, event proposals...
"Hey, is this really the president's job?"
Kagura called out to the vice president, who was similarly wrestling with paperwork across from him.
The bespectacled second-year boy, Vice President Sakuma, answered without looking up from his documents.
"Yes, it is. All of it requires the president's approval."
"You're kidding... I'm terrible with numbers and stuff. Ah, isn't this figure off by a digit?"
"That's from last year. It's reference material, so you don't need to look at it."
"Huh!? Oh, I see... That was close."
He scratched roughly at his black hair, which was mixed with unruly waves.
(I became president and got my hands on the rooftop key... but I never thought I'd be fighting this much paper.)
He felt a slight regret about leaving his beloved game console behind.
Vice President Sakuma made a calm suggestion.
"Why don't you go to the library? On days when the teacher on key duty isn't there for the after-school shift, it's supposed to be quiet and nice. Perfect for looking over documents."
"Oh, that's a great idea! I'll do that!"
Kagura's face lit up instantly, and he scooped up the pile of documents.
That day, after school.
The library on the second floor of the main building was wrapped in complete silence.
The collection numbered about twelve thousand books. There were thirty-two reading seats, but unless it was right before finals, only about fifteen students used the library after school.
Today, there were especially few.
Just one male student at a window seat, glaring at a reference book for his homework.
A space further in, called the "study corner."
It was a blind spot behind the bookshelves, hard to see from outside.
Kagura set up camp there and spread his documents out on the long desk.
From the window, he could just see the grounds.
When he lifted his gaze, students in gym clothes were chasing a basketball, shouting at the top of their lungs. A girl with a ponytail stood out particularly. That was probably Hayami Kanata.
(Kanata's working hard today, too.)
Kagura let a small smile soften his mouth, then dropped his eyes back to his work.
Budget request forms. Kendo club, basketball club, drama club...
"The cost of living is way too different between clubs..."
He muttered to himself as he checked them one by one.
Only the sound of a pencil moving quietly echoed.
How much time had passed?
The sun was starting to sink, and the library was beginning to be dyed orange.
—Click, clack.
The sound of leather shoes striking the floor.
Regular, unwavering footsteps.
They stopped, abruptly, right in front of the "study corner" at the back of the library.
Kagura looked up.
The backlight made it impossible to see the person's face for a moment.
But.
Long silver hair reaching down to her waist traced her silhouette.
Narrow, ice-blue eyes.
A perfectly straight posture, flawless.
A figure everyone in the school knew.
Second-year Amakawa Shion was standing there.
Just like a scene from a movie.
(Wow, she's beautiful.)
Kagura thought that honestly.
Shion looked at Kagura's face, then abruptly averted her gaze.
Then, a little too quickly, she spoke as if rushing her words out.
"Y-You may read books with me! Be grateful!"
Kagura blinked in surprise.
"Huh?"
Shion's voice was a little higher than usual.
The tips of her ears looked faintly red, and it couldn't just be because of the sunset.
"Th-This is a coincidence! This is my usual spot! You were just using it without permission! I'm a library committee member here, after all!"
Shion clutched the hardcover book she was holding tightly to her chest.
So tightly she didn't even seem to care about creasing it.
Kagura took his hands off his documents and said, completely unfazed.
"Ah, I see. Sure, have a seat. Or rather, this is a library, so it's everyone's seat, right?"
Shion froze for a second.
Then, in a very small voice, she said.
"...Huh?"
"So, if you want to sit, just sit."
Kagura patted the chair next to him, tap tap.
"Ah, ah, ahh... Y-Yes, of course! Naturally! The idea of you refusing me is impossible, even if heaven and earth were turned upside down!"
Having declared that with a bright red face, Shion sat down in the chair next to Kagura with a clatter, her movements as stiff as a robot's.
The distance was about a meter.
Close, yet far.
The book in her hands was trembling slightly.
Seeing that, Kagura somehow realized.
(Ah, this person is nervous.)
The truth was, Shion had been watching Kagura constantly for a whole week.
Kagura, talking happily with Hayami Kanata behind the gym.
Kagura, working alone with the vice president in the student council room.
Kagura, laughing with friends when they passed in the hallway.
There was always someone around him.
It was always bright around him.
To Shion, that was unbearably dazzling.
She was the "perfect queen" everyone at the school acknowledged. Top grades. Beautiful features. Impeccable bearing.
But that title kept everyone at a distance.
The only people around her were hangers-on who approached her solely because of her family background or her looks.
In sixteen years of life, she had never made a single real friend.
I want to laugh with someone like that.
I want to walk beside someone like that.
A tiny, tiny whisper deep in her heart, that she could tell no one.
The reason Kagura was chosen as that person, somehow, was because he seemed more straightforward and guileless than anyone else.
Today too, she had stopped her feet countless times, meaning to talk to him.
But she couldn't muster the courage, and each time she ended up wandering in front of the library.
Before she knew it, she had lashed out at him with that commanding tone.
(I'm such an idiot...!)
Shion clenched both hands on her lap.
Silence flowed.
A long, long silence.
Only the second hand of the clock on the wall made a sound, tick, tick.
Kagura dropped his eyes to his documents.
Shion stared at the same spot in the book she was holding, without turning a single page.
Her hands still hadn't stopped trembling.
Kagura suddenly looked up.
"Hey, want to talk about something? Since we're sitting next to each other and all."
Shion's shoulders jumped with a start.
Then, after confirming no one else was around, she spoke again in that commanding tone.
"T-Talk!? C-Consider it an honor that you can talk to me! T-Today is special!"
Her voice was as strong as ever, but her eyes were glistening.
Kagura saw her hands, the fingers holding the book, trembling faintly.
Something clicked.
"You don't have to be nervous. I don't think I'm that scary."
Kagura smiled.
At that moment.
Shion's face went bright red, instantly.
From the tips of her ears down to her neck, completely crimson.
"I-I-I'm not nervous at all! You big idiot!!"
Shion slammed her hand on the desk and stood up, dropping all the books she'd been holding onto the floor, grabbed her bag, and fled from the library like a startled rabbit.
Bang!
The sound of the door closing echoed in the quiet room.
Several hardcover books lay scattered on the floor.
"...Huh? What? Did I do something?"
Kagura stared at the closed door, his mouth hanging open.
(Amazing. She really bolted out.)
He was completely oblivious to the significance of what he had just done.
In the hallway outside the library.
Shion was leaning against the wall, sliding down into a crouch.
Her heart was pounding loudly.
Deep in her chest, a tight, burning heat.
(He... he saw right through me... My true self is completely exposed...!)
Her face was unbearably hot.
Fanning it with her hand didn't cool it down at all.
"Awawa... I called him a big idiot... What do I do..."
She covered her bright red face with both hands.
He had said something to her that was a first.
'You don't have to be nervous.'
She had never heard those words before in her life.
Everyone else got nervous and ran away when they saw her.
But he saw that she was nervous.
And then, he smiled.
Saying, I'm not scary.
"...That's not fair."
Still crouched down, Shion stayed perfectly still, not caring that her long silver hair was spreading across the floor.
It was the first time.
She had ever wanted to talk to someone this much.
The next day.
Lunch break.
After thinking all night about how to convey her feelings to Kagura, the conclusion Shion reached was something outrageous.
"Everyone, I apologize for interrupting your lunch! I am the student council vice president, Amakawa Shion!"
Her voice, through the school broadcast microphone, echoed from speakers all over the campus.
Classrooms. Hallways. The grounds.
Students who had been eating their lunches looked up all at once.
The broadcasting room was at the far end of the main building's second floor.
The broadcasting club members had no choice but to yield their room to the queen who had suddenly appeared at their door, saying, "G-Go right ahead..."
With her mind gone completely blank, Shion had flipped the microphone switch.
(Something I can do... That's it, a song! If I sing that song my mother taught me long ago, he's sure to understand how amazing I am!)
In her mind, a rosy future was unfolding.
"I would like to make today a special day! A present, from me, to all of you!"
A moment of silence.
Then, she deliberately took a breath.
"For you, I will sing the Chocolate Song!"
And then.
Shion's "Chocolate Song" began.
...It was not a song.
The rhythm was a mess.
The pitch was hopelessly off-key.
It was a catastrophic, magnificent broadcast disaster, driven purely by emotion.
"Chocolate♪ Chocolate♪ My heart is melting chocolate♪"
In her classroom, Hayami Kanata, hearing this, sprayed the tea she'd just sipped out like a fine mist.
"Ha-ha-ha!! What is that, she's totally tone-deaf!! Who!? Who hijacked the broadcast room!?"
In the library, Tsuyuri Nazuna dropped the book she was reading, pressed a hand to her eyes hidden behind her bangs, and her shoulders shook.
"...What is that, some new kind of torture? I thought I was gonna die laughing."
Laughter erupted from all over the school.
In a classroom, someone was slapping their desk and rolling with laughter.
In the hallway, someone started singing in imitation.
The timeline of the school's social media, "HanaTalk," was instantly flooded.
'Broadcast disaster lol'
'Who is this diva lol Her pitch is dead lol'
'Chocolate♪ Chocolate♪ lol I'm gonna sing that from today too lol'
'Isn't that voice Amakawa-sama?'
'No way lol That perfect person singing a song like this lol'
The broadcasting room.
Shion's head was filled solely with the fact that her voice was echoing throughout the entire school.
(Everyone must be so surprised! By this wonderful song!)
She never dreamed that her song was being laughed at.
In the student council room, Kagura, who had been listening to the broadcast with the vice president, had dropped his pen from the sheer shock.
"...Um. This is entertainment, right?"
Vice President Sakuma adjusted his glasses and said calmly.
"No, pitch-wise, it's just a broadcast disaster."
Kagura listened carefully.
A desperate voice.
An earnest voice.
That voice that had trembled
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