Prologue

The first time I met this truly talented and beautiful girl was in the first year of high school.

She was a calm and impeccable top student, and she was promoted to second grade—to be precise, starting in March of first grade—and became student president of Kimishima Academy. This girl's name is Himuro Suzuha.

The braided hair is tied into a headband at the top of the head, and the back is a long hairstyle that extends down to the back. With white and smooth skin, slender eyes that fully showed her stunning character, and a sharp nose, anyone who saw her would think she was a beautiful girl.

Her superiority wasn't even just her appearance, it was surprising. Needless to say, even the various sports were omnipotent, but she didn't seem to have much confidence in physical strength.

For example, when she hiked last year, she was like a defeated soldier with a listless expression on her face.

As for the lack of a girl who is calm and confident in doing things, let me mention one or two besides physical strength. For example, her calmness and lack of emotional ups and downs will give people the impression that she is difficult to get along with, and that she has a domineering, vicious, and evil character.

She could attract everyone's attention just by living her daily life, and now that she had become the student council president, she had completely turned into the symbol of the academy.

Himuro Suzuha and I, Tajima Aito, had many opportunities to meet at the academy for some reason.

The initial opportunity was in first grade, we were chosen as class president in the entrance exam scores based on the scores of boys and girls because we were among the best. Himuro-san. As for now in second grade, even though he and I are in different classes, Himuro-san still gave me the title of student council vice president, so the relationship between the two is maintained.

Himuro-san's first impression was that she was a beautiful but sour person.

Just after a year...Uh, her bad character slowly makes me feel sweet. There is a saying that beauty is in the eyes of the lover, and this is what I want to express.

Last year, because of something that happened between Himuro-san and me, I fell in love with her ever since. After I returned to God, I realized that the focus of my eyes had been chasing her for a long time.

Himuro-san at that time was very cute.

When I suddenly woke up, I was surprised to realize that my mind was always full of her images.

However, the chances of my love materializing were close to zero.

Becoming boyfriend and girlfriend with Himuro-san, and establishing a special relationship at the academy that anyone would envy, was definitely no chance.

Regarding this, as long as you stay by her side, you can see it clearly no matter how you look at it. Himuro-san gave me cold stares or sighs day after day, in addition to a series of cruel and scathing words. Hmm... now that I think about it carefully, those words are hard to hear, and I wonder if I've forgotten my pride, it's amazing.

"The great German soldier once said that the most dangerous for the organization were incompetent workers. Hey, even though this kind of thing has nothing to do with me."

"Hehe, you really haven't received anyone's chocolate yet, have you? I hope you don't do this again next year. Well, maybe I'll post a quicker solution."

This is a daily conversation between Himuro Suzuha and I.

This kind of confession—though not impossible, but I can't rush to death.

In other words, it's only natural for Himuro-san to adopt this attitude towards me.

After all, I'm just an ordinary person, and there are many occasions where I have to annoy the talented student council administrator.

Even if I was chosen as vice president, the reason, according to Himuro-san, was mainly because I had experience working with class leaders in the past and could give orders to me easily and without further ado.

From Himuro Suzuha's point of view, I'm not a competent person, but a subordinate who often causes trouble for her. No matter who looks at it, we feel that we are impossible, even to the point that I doubt whether she treats me as the opposite sex.

But since it was unrequited love, as long as he could stay with her in the student council, that would be enough.

After all, this is also very happy, and moreover, I have to make the realization of losing everything and confess with the moth into the fire ... I still feel very scared as expected.

This is the answer I got, Tajima Aito.

This choice, theoretically, should be correct... The student council office was filled with tension.

"Oh, not at all. You missed too many typos, didn't you?"

The black-haired girl sat on the chair with the standing sign on the student council president table, sighed while holding the printed paper, and then stood with my cold gaze in front of me.

"Really, if you just hand it over to the staff office like this, I will definitely become a laughing stock. The student council president is not your shield." (Sorry, Tajima-san, it would be too painful to keep accusing you. But since a correction was needed, I pretended not to see it wasn't a good thing for you.)

Blame and worry, I can hear her making these two sounds almost simultaneously.

Except Himuro-san, the only person living in that place was me with a bitter expression under her stern gaze.

Is this a joke? This might sound similar, but no matter which voice was spoken, it was the ominous Himuro-san before my eyes.

One of them was undoubtedly Himuro-san's actual words. As for the other voices… how to put them… it seems that only I can hear them, namely, Himuro Suzuha's true words.

Those seem to be the so-called inner words, right? The reason why I say "likely" is because I just acquired this scientifically unexplainable ability two days ago, and I still can't believe this supernatural phenomenon. After a few twists and turns, I finally determined the true source of this sound until about an hour ago.

That's right, the voice of the apology was exactly what Himuro Suzuha had said, and it was a shocking conclusion.

Of course, it was impossible for Himuro-san with a calm expression to know this.

Haha, all your truth was leaked to me-I can't say this kind of thing at all.

Therefore, while repeating "Ordinary Heart" in my heart, I worked hard to do the routine work of the student council.

"Shield. Am I really... that bad?"

At that time, I handed her a schedule of volunteer bank cleaners that she entrusted me to do, which was also part of the student council activities.

However, after handing it over, what awaited me was a stern look mixed with disappointment. As the school approached, I reluctantly shooed the things away as if he was very dissatisfied. I really need to think about this.

"Well, it really was a big mistake to entrust you to do this." (Thank you Tajima-san. Everything was perfect except for typos and omissions. Nice to be able to handle it simply and concisely. Thank you for your hard work.)

Himuro-san sneered.

Although on the contrary, her inner voice is very soft, but in order to allow the student council activities to run smoothly, I can only pretend not to hear it for now.

Compared to that, if I had to react to every honest word, the urge to laugh would almost suffocate me.

"Sorry, I will not disappoint you again next time, I will try my best. Then, I will take it back and do it again."

I took the printed paper from Himuro-san, rubbed it and threw it in the nearest trash can, and then went to the vice president's desk, which was arranged on the left side of the student president's desk, and sat down.

It was completely different from her luxurious desk, which looked like the chair of the company chairman, and had the same style as the desk used by the teacher in the staff office. As I sat on the chair, I remembered the many things that happened during the day, and could only sigh softly.

Himuro-san with a cold expression, and brought black tea to her mouth. I didn't pay much attention to it, just turned on the laptop and quickly started fixing the schedule. However-

"—By the way, why do you always lack something?" (Hey, today because of Tajima-san's first sentence so students boast a lot of bad mood, want to talk about many things-ah~~)

…… Himuro-san took the initiative to speak. I just started my homework and got disconnected in just five seconds.

"I don't have that feeling myself."

"Oh… lack of awareness proves that you are dying. By the way, if you want me to evaluate you in one sentence—" (Ah~~ Why does the hard-working Tajima-san look so charming?)

Himuro-san with cup in hand put these words casually:

"By the way, Tajiima-san's nickname should suit you very well." (Hehe, I like Tajima-san the most!)

With her innocent grin, a sturdy straight ball that even a major league player would turn blue was thrown at me.

"Oh oh......"

The reason I can't endure facial muscle cramps is certainly not Himuro-san whose sharp tongue like sharp edges are not capable of breaking my heart.

"Sometimes I can't help but think, in the future, would anyone really want to socialize with a desert island classmate like that? Well, I guess it must be the same as the possibility of an endangered species appearing on the street. But as long as because the chances are not zero, you are now It's too early to despair." (Alright, okay, you don't have to worry, your future girlfriend is right in front of you now~~)

"Yes, yes, for example, the probability is less than 1%. Yes, but as long as it's not zero, it means it's still possible. Even if the expectations are so low that it's more difficult than winning the first prize, it could be possible."

"Oh, you're suddenly communicating so well today. Is it because it's normal? It's a mentality that I blame for it, and I pay a lot of attention to it?" (Don't worry, Tajima-san, it's! There's someone who wants to be your girlfriend. Hey, your special Himuro Suzuha first prize in the lottery, the prize is myself. Ah~~, so embarrassed.)

Enough, enough...I don't, don't know how to react anymore...Haha.

A warm confession from someone I like—even though this alone is considered a situation close to heaven, this is an inner word that needs to be kept secret for Himuro-san herself, so in the end it feels like being in purgatory on earth.

After that, Himuro-san's two-tier demon tongue and sweet talk continued until the end of the day's student council activities.

This was the truth of the seemingly calm Himuro Suzuha.

I had been with her for over a year, until the day before yesterday - before I could hear her inner words, I was unaware of the fact of the impact.

~ ~ ~

Those sentences in () were the words she really wanted to say to me, right?

The spicy and cruel demeanor and the poisonous tongue are just a cover for the surface… The real Himuro Suzuha has truly fallen in love with me!

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Note: This is one of the novels that I have been interested in for a long time, so on this occasion I will slowly translate this series.