The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 8Volume 1 .4 - Santa Junior Gal

Santa Junior Gal

It was past five in the afternoon by the time we finished seeing off the children and cleaning up.

Sitting in the Student Council room’s chair, I slumped down.

“I’m exhausted…”

My body is screaming in pain from all over.

In the end, the children begged me to dress up as a reindeer even as they were leaving.

Kawana, who was working on the computer, glanced at me.

She was still dressed as Santa Claus for some reason.

“Good work today. I’m compiling feedback from the students. Would you like to see it?”

“Kawana, you’re so diligent.”

“With you being overly diligent, I can’t afford to fall behind.”

“I was just being played with by the kids, though.”

It feels more accurate to say I was played with rather than that I played with them.

This expression fits perfectly.

Why is everyone so strict about the reindeer act…

“Next year, we won’t have President with us anymore.”

“Huh? Already feeling lonely?”

“That’s not it. I’m saying please make sure to hand over your responsibilities properly before your term ends.”

I had intended to do so from the beginning.

After the winter break, the Student Council will start operating in full swing.

I plan to focus on nurturing the juniors as well.

“So, you’re saying you’ll become a Student Council Officer again next year?”

“…I didn’t say that.”

“I can retire with peace of mind if Kawana is here next year too.”

Even though I say that, the board has only just begun.

Retirement is in October next year… Will I have the stamina to last until then?

While I’m slouching in my chair, Kawana is busy inputting points for reflection on the computer.

A Santa doing clerical work… it feels like I’m seeing the other side of a dream world.

She doesn’t say anything, but it’s extremely uncomfortable to slack off while the junior is working, so I muster up the energy to stand.

“Actually, the input can wait until next week, so you can go home today. I’m planning to leave soon too.”

“I’m not going home yet. And you can’t go home either, President.”

“…Why? And where did Monaka go?”

“That is, um…”

Unusually, Kawana stammers.

As I tilt my head in wonder, the door to the Student Council room bursts open energetically.

“Happy Christmas~!”

Monaka jumps in with a loud voice while holding a box of cake in her hand.

Following that, Kawana silently pulls the string of a party popper.

A ‘pop’ sound echoes.

“Huh, what?”

My voice leaks out in surprise.

“Hehe, it’s a surprise. Matsurin and I were talking about wanting to have a Christmas party, just the three of us.”

“Anyway, I bet President hasn’t even had a single sweet, so consider this a charity.”

Monaka places the cake on the desk and Kawana turns away with a huff.

Kawana, you’re acting tsundere, but don’t you realize you’re saying this is for my sake?

However, I had no idea they had prepared a cake.

Did they borrow the staff room refrigerator?

It’s just like them. Because the Student Council room doesn’t have a fridge.

“Let me help.”

“Please sit down; you’ll be in the way.”

“I’m sorry.”

I’m scolded and take a seat.

I mean, I am technically the Student Council President…

Monaka and Kawana seem to be having fun with the preparations, so well, it’s fine.

If they say they’ll do it, I might as well fully embrace the role of a useless boss.

“Ah, Monaka-san. I’ll do the cutting. Please bring out the leftover sweets from earlier.”

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“I can cut a cake…”

“Such important tasks should indeed be handled by the Student Council Officers. Monaka-san is just in charge of odd jobs, after all.”

“No way, what if one of the officers’ precious hands gets injured? It doesn’t matter how much my hands get cut.”

They’re having an argument on the same level as the children from earlier…

It seems like they’ve become close enough to joke around with each other.

What was taken out of the box was a chocolate tart topped with plenty of strawberries.

“I actually thought about making it a Christmas-like shortcake, but since Senpai dislikes whipped cream, I tried making a chocolate tart instead!”

“Sorry… I actually don’t dislike it that much, so it would have been fine.”

“No, I also wanted to eat this. It’s best when if it tastes good for everyone.”

Monaka giggled proudly with a smile.

“When did you grow up to be such a considerate person…”

“Senpai, are you my mom!? I’ve always been considerate, okay?”

I placed my hands near my eyes, mimicking the gesture of someone rejoicing at a child’s growth.

Well, Monaka is actually the type who pays more attention to others than most.

I won’t praise her too much because it’ll make her too cocky.

“By the way, Matsurin, are you okay with chocolate and strawberries?”

“Yes. I love anything sweet.”

“That’s good~”

In the end, it seemed that Monaka had won the battle for the knife, and while cutting the cake, she let out a sigh of relief.

Kawana’s sweet tooth is somewhat unexpected yet fits the image… From the way she’s been excitedly staring at the cake, it seems she really likes it.

“…More importantly, why do you know President’s preferences?”

“Ah, umm~”

Faced with Kawana’s question, Monaka hesitated for some reason.

She glanced over at me with a ‘what should I do?’ expression.

Monaka knows my cake preferences because we once went to a cake shop together. I remember we talked about our likes and dislikes there.

I could just say that, but that was essentially a date.

There’s nothing to be guilty about, but somehow, it was hard to say.

“We just happened to talk about it before.”

“Yeah, like what kind of cake do you like?”

I’m not lying, but I definitely dodged the question.

Kawana tilted her head slightly, sensing something was off.

“…? Is that so?”

She seemed to accept the explanation for now.

Well, if she found out about the date, she’d probably scold me again with a “Don’t lay your hands on a junior.”

Monaka divided the cut cake onto paper plates and arranged them on the long table.

In the center, there was a pile of leftover sweets.