The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 1Volume .2 - The Gal-like Junior Who Speaks Casually

The Gal-like Junior Who Speaks Casually

“But just a thank you for you isn’t enough to satisfy me.”

“That’s enough. It’s rare to find someone who knows how to express gratitude properly.”

After all, she had used her after-school time just to come find me and thank me.

I had only helped on a whim, so that was enough for me.

However, it seemed Ooba wasn’t convinced by that.

“No, that won’t do for me. My mom always says to properly express thank you. But… what can I do…”

Ooba frowned in thought.

Then, as if struck by an idea, she exclaimed “That’s it!” and stood up energetically.

“I’ll do anything to thank you, Senpai~”

She said while smiling brightly.

“Right now, I’ll do anything for you—yay!”

After repeating herself, Ooba made a peace sign and teased provocatively.

—Anything.

What a wonderful sound that was.

To me at that moment, it was a revelation.

“…Is that so?”

“Eh, did you just have a naughty thought? Even though you’re the Student Council President, you’re thinking like that to your junior? But… but… if it’s Senpai, maybe it’s okay. You’re quite cool after all.”

Her expression turned to a sly grin.

“Then maybe I’ll take you up on that offer. It’s been building up for a while now.”

“Feh!? Eh, w-wait, wait, I did say anything, but…”

Ooba’s smug face froze.

I stood up triumphantly and met her gaze.

“Ah… could it be something serious? I have absolutely no experience with that kind of thing, it’s a little too sudden…”

Ooba stepped back, her hands fluttering nervously.

Her hips hit the desk with a clatter, and she arched her body as she tried to back away further.

“W-well, since Senpai helped me out… I guess a little bit is okay?”

She seemed to make up her mind, pursing her lips and looking up at me.

Upon closer inspection, she was trembling slightly, and tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

“No, a little bit is not enough.”

“Eek!”

“I’m absolutely swamped with work right now.”

“…Huh?”

I picked up the stack of papers next to the printer and placed it beside Ooba with a thud.

Ooba looked at me, dumbfounded, and I continued.

“Staple two sheets together. Bundle them up for each class and put them into envelopes. Can you do that for me?”

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One second, two seconds, three seconds.

After a moment of mental paralysis, Ooba’s face flushed bright red.

“Idiot―――!”

***

The sound of the stapler echoed in the Student Council room.

“Ugh… I’ve been toyed with by a cruel Senpai, my maiden’s pure heart has been played with…”

The one sobbing dramatically was Ooba Monaka.

After shouting out loud, she began working as if resigned to her fate.

Having said she would do anything, she couldn’t back down now.

Despite her complaints, her hands moved steadily.

The corners were neatly aligned. She might actually have a knack for this kind of simple task.

I hate tasks that have a limit to how much they can be optimized, so this is a big help.

“Sorry about that. Learn from this and don’t say you’ll do anything so carelessly.”

“Hmph. I only say that to people I want to trust.”

“Where did you find anything trustworthy about me?”

If anything, I pride myself on being rather shady.

“Because you helped me.”

“You’re too easy. There are plenty of guys who would help with ulterior motives.”

It’s because you’re cute, I almost said, but stopped myself.

It felt like getting carried away.

Perhaps, that’s how most guys are.

I’m not the type to be proactive about love or relationships, but I still have those feelings like anyone else.

Especially for someone as cute and friendly as Ooba.

“That’s not true. Well, maybe usually, but there’s no one who would help in that situation. Most people would just ignore it and walk away.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. That’s why you’re special, Senpai.”

I couldn’t help but feel good being told that.

Feeling it was wrong to argue any further, I scratched my cheek.

“Shirahata must be really irritated by now.”

“Probably.”

“He gets angry so quickly when things don’t go his way in class.”

He must be feeling quite annoyed to have been so directly obstructed by me.

Although he’s a strict teacher and inflexible in some ways, he’s a necessary evil within the structure of the school. But, as expected, he’s disliked by the students.

“You chose to help me even at the risk of being disliked yourself, huh?”

“…That’s enough, no need to keep singing my praises.”

“I haven’t said enough! That’s how grateful I am. I wouldn’t have been able to face my mom if I had been expelled.”

Shirahata-Sensei’s impression of me might have worsened a bit, but I judged that it wouldn’t have a big impact and decided to take action.

Maybe I would have looked the other way if there had been a more serious risk involved. So, it’s not something to be praised so highly for.

It’s just a matter of loss and gain.

“…By the way, you say you’re grateful, but you’ve been speaking informally to me this whole time. I am still your Senpai.”

“Eh, was that bad? Sorry.”

“No, it’s actually better. Senpai are creatures that get pleased when junior treat them with familiarity.”

“That’s good~. I don’t like using honorifics, it feels like putting up a wall.”

She’s cheeky, but not in an unpleasant way. Maybe she’s good at winning people over.

Despite it being almost like our first meeting, we hit it off naturally.

“Alright, done!”

“Good work.”

“Are you finished with your tasks, Senpai?”

“About five percent of them.”

“Wow, that’s intense.”

We chatted idly as we worked, and before we knew it, it was past five-thirty.

“But that’s it for today. Thank you for your help. I appreciated it.”

“Don’t mention it. Wow, I’m like super serious at doing it, huh?”

“I guess.”

Indeed, under the guise of saying thanks, she had worked diligently.

Thanks to her, I made much more progress than expected.

After a quick cleanup, the two of us left the Student Council room.

“Shall we head home?”

“Yeah. I’m going to return the keys to the staff room.”

“Okay… wait, why does it feel like we’re saying goodbye here? Let’s go home together.”

“No, that’s a bit…”

I wonder if Ooba doesn’t mind.

It’s a bit of a horror story for a girl who came to say thanks to a Senpai suddenly gets followed by that Senpai all the way home.

Thinking that, I tried to be considerate and part ways, but.

“You’re going to let a girl walk home alone at this time?”

“It’s not even six yet.”

“Come on! I just want to go home together!”

“Alright.”

I said, giving in. At that, Ooba bounced up with a smile.

“Yay! Hurry, hurry!”

Urged by Ooba, I first headed to the staff room.

I quickly returned the keys to their designated spot and met Ooba, who had been waiting outside the door.

“Senpai, do you bike to school?”

“No, I take the train.”

“Yay, we can go together!”

When was the last time I walked home with someone?

I always went back alone, so this felt somewhat refreshing.