The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 3Volume 1 .1 - A Polite But Sharp-Tongued Junior

Chapter 3: A Polite But Sharp-Tongued Junior

“Isn’t it crazy that it’s already mid-November? The year has gone by too fast~”

Monaka, who has been hanging around the Student Council room, said lazily as usual today.

“I don’t feel like I can achieve my goals for the year in just over a month~”

“What are your goals for this year?”

“Well, you know, skydiving, bungee jumping, waterfall meditation training, rock climbing, and various other things!”

Monaka listed the goals she apparently set at the end of last year while opening her schedule book.

Quite an intense lineup.

“Oh, and to exceed a height of 180 centimeters!”

“That’s impossible.”

“You never know. I might hit a sudden growth spurt!”

“No way.”

“But I’ll be taller than Senpai if I grow too much, so maybe I should give up on that idea~”

“That would be a problem, and besides, you can’t decide your height based on your mood.”

If it were possible to grow taller at will, I would have been much taller myself.

Not that I’m short, but I would have liked to be taller if I could have.

My growth stopped around the time I passed 170 centimeters.

“By the way, my chest has grown.”

“There’s no need to say that. Please have some modesty.”

“My mom told me to ‘live life with my chest out.’ ”

“That’s definitely not what she meant.”

“Ahaha!”

Monaka laughed cheerfully while leaning on my shoulder.

There’s a computer desk by the window and two long tables in the center in the Student Council room.

I usually work at the computer desk, which is, of course, meant for one person.

Yet, Monaka deliberately brought a chair from the long table and sat right next to me.

“…Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Aren’t you too close? I mean, rather than close, our shoulders are completely touching right now.”

More like pressing against each other.

Monaka’s face, with a mischievous smile, was right next to mine.

“Did that make your heart race?”

“No, it’s just in the way. I’m trying to work.”

“Then I’ll stick closer.”

“No, get away.”

As usual, I am swamped with menial tasks today.

Monaka stood up, went behind me, and placed her hands on my shoulders, leaning in with her body weight as if to give a massage.

Her hair dangled down, tickling the top of my head from above.

“Hmm, so this is the view from 180 centimeters.”

She peered over my head from above, laughing triumphantly as if she had won.

I tilted my head back slightly to meet her gaze.

“You’re heavy.”

“That’s so mean! How could you say that to a girl, that’s the worst.”

“What do you mean? You’re the one putting your weight on me.”

“It’s not a body weight. It’s the weight of love.”

Her casual remark left me at a loss for words.

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Monaka, seemingly satisfied, moved away from me and sat back down in her chair.

“What’s wrong?”

When I remained silent, Monaka looked straight at me and tilted her head inquisitively.

“No… it’s nothing.”

I quickly averted my eyes and focused on the computer screen.

“You haven’t moved your hands at all, have you?”

Monaka pointed out that the text on the screen hadn’t increased by a single character since earlier.

“…because there’s someone bothering me.”

“Are you saying you can’t help but be concerned about me?”

“In a bad way, yes.”

“Eh~. Well, I don’t want to be disliked, so I’ll make sure not to bother you too much.”

“Please do.”

Monaka shifted her chair a bit further away and settled back into it.

She comes by almost every day, and after a bit of commotion, she usually quiets down.

For me, it’s a good break. If there are chores even Monaka can do, I sometimes ask for her help, and overall, she’s been a good help.

I don’t tell her because she’ll get carried away. And to be honest, she really can be a nuisance sometimes.

“Ugh, Chikapai is so cold… Is it because it’s winter?”

“My body is cold because it’s winter? Do you think I’m a cold-blooded animal?”

“Monaka-chan is going to freeze if you don’t warm up~”

“Go ahead and freeze please.”

I ignore her troublesome remarks and resume my work.

What I’m working on is a review of the year’s events.

I’m thinking about getting things into full swing soon, so I’m working on a summary of the whole and considering the distribution of personnel before calling others.

There’s only so much I can do alone. The cooperation of the officers is essential for event management.

For more efficient management, a rough plan was necessary to start with.

Also, I need to start thinking about the handover to the next Student Council.

There’s a mountain of things to do.

Even so, school events don’t change much from year to year.

Based on last year’s experience, I think I can manage it without too much trouble.

“Masachi-, Chikachan, Chikapai-, Tsujido-, Masamasa…”

I ignore the gal who’s amusing herself by playing with my name.

What’s so fun about calling someone over and over again?

Once I focus, the work progresses smoothly. Short bursts of concentration are one of my specialties.

Before I knew it, Monaka had also quieted down, so I finished it earlier than expected. It was only the goal for today, but still.

I took my hands off the keyboard and decided to take a break. I twisted my body and did a light stretch.

As if on cue, Monaka started to speak.

“Hey, about this year’s Christmas…”

However, her voice was cut off by the sound of a door opening.

Monaka and I simultaneously turned towards the entrance.

“…if you’re busy, I can come back later.”

Standing there with a bewildered look was the Student Council Treasurer, Kawana Matsuri.

She was petite, but she carried a large backpack that seemed too big for her.

Her black hair, cut just above shoulder height, seemed to have a bluish tinge in the light.

She must have been studying in the library, as she was holding several textbooks and notebooks in her hands.

“No, we’re not busy at all, so please come in.”

“Is that so?”

Kawana glanced at Monaka, then quickly looked away.

Without saying anything, she entered the Student Council room and placed her belongings on the long table.

Monaka had also been silent since Kawana’s arrival.

They were both first-year students, but it seemed they didn’t interact much.

Monaka was a bright and cheerful gal, while Kawana was a serious honor student.

Indeed, they didn’t seem to have much in common.

“Did you finish your bookkeeping exam?”

Unable to bear the silence, I asked Kawana.

She had mentioned that she wouldn’t be able to participate for a while because of her bookkeeper certification exam.

“Yes, I apologize for any inconvenience.”

“It’s a slow period right now, so it’s not a problem. How did the exam go?”

“It was a breeze.”

She tried to sound nonchalant, but her nose was slightly tilted up, showing a hint of pride.

Kawana is a prodigy who consistently scores top marks in the school.

She didn’t plan to become a Student Council Officer at first, but I, wanting an excellent junior, had invited her.

Incidentally, not to boast, but I’m the top student in the second year.

There’s a tradition that top students become Student Council Officers.

In my case, I’m good at predicting the tricky questions teachers set and cram the night before, so I don’t feel like I could pass something as straightforwardly difficult as a bookkeeper certification exam.