Chapter 160: Meeting Again
The discussion about phones didn't last long.
In the end, Shinomiya Kaguya decided to change her phone. Shirogane Miyuki also pointed out that having a smartphone would allow her to use all sorts of convenient apps. The student council LINE group hadn't been created yet, precisely because everyone was afraid Kaguya would find out they were secretly communicating behind her back.
This Ojou-sama had a bit of a stubborn personality.
Grudge-holding, jealousy, persecution complex—all the little flaws typical of high school girls, she had them all.
In the past, when she was in her "Ice" mode, Kaguya could suppress those traits. But recently, after becoming softer, those personality issues had started surfacing more and more.
Today, Secretary Fujiwara had gone to the board game club, saying she had come up with a new game and wanted to test it with her friends first. If it worked out, she would bring it to the student council for everyone to play.
She didn't seem to realize that most members of the student council didn't actually enjoy playing board games that much.
They only played with her because it was 'Fujiwara Chika' who asked—especially Sakurai Saki, who had never once refused. He had basically spoiled her to the heavens.
With nothing else to do, after letting Shirogane Miyuki know, Sakurai Saki prepared to get to work—looking for documents.
The old student council storage room was a long-unused supply room. Documents and miscellaneous items from past student councils were all stored there.
"What's this? Trash?" Sakurai looked at the messy pile of papers stacked on the front shelf.
"That's the event plan for the cultural festival." Shirogane picked up a few sheets and dusted them off.
A huge cloud of dust rose with his motion. Sunlight streamed in through the window, making the dust look like it was glowing—no, it was glowing. It was incredibly annoying to look at.
'How long has it been since anyone cleaned this place? Is this some kind of ancient battlefield?' Sakurai looked away.
Still just as filthy and cluttered—about 0.8% of Gabriel's rented apartment, maybe?
Seeing Sakurai's expression, Shirogane laughed: "Next time let's clean this place together."
"Let's focus on finding the stuff first."
"Cleaning? Leave it to the next generation. I bet the previous student council thought the same."
Sakurai took a few steps forward and looked toward the corner of the room. There were some toys.
Sandbags, kendama, and even a bunch of large glass marbles. Wait, the marbles were strung together with a cord? What the hell? What kind of pervert brought this to school?
"What are we even looking for this time? Some student's scandal?"
Shirogane's face was full of black lines: "Documents for the sports festival."
"Oh, I thought you were preparing early for the student council election."
Knowing Shirogane's personality, researching his rivals months in advance wouldn't be surprising.
Sakurai thought back for a few seconds, then walked over to a box on the floor and opened it.
Underneath was indeed what he remembered—documents related to the sports festival. But on top of them were some very eye-catching things.
"Why were these things left in a storage room like this?"
Sakurai pulled out several envelopes that were sitting on top of the documents.
They were love letters.
"Can I open them?" Sakurai Saki asked as he began unsealing one.
"...Not a good idea," Shirogane said, though he didn't take his eyes off them for a second.
"Feels kinda familiar."
"You read them last year, so it makes sense," Shirogane sighed.
"Really? I don't remember at all."
"Back then, you looked at these love letters without saying a word. Your personality was pretty cold—just one glance from you made it feel like we were thrown into a frozen dungeon." Shirogane recalled.
It must have been around last July? Back then, Sakurai was like "Ice Kaguya"—he didn't seem interested in anything at all.
Sakurai didn't respond to Shirogane.
Back then, he really had considered burying Shirogane Miyuki alive—that guy who kept trying to strike up conversations.
"The one being confessed to in these letters was probably the previous student council president. Must've been a beauty." Sakurai opened a few more.
Who still confesses like this in this day and age? Isn't it way more convenient to just confess digitally?
"Are you implying something?" Shirogane Miyuki asked.
He felt offended.
"Get more rest. Stop overworking yourself with school and duties, Shirogane. You'll be more popular. Otherwise, it's kinda pathetic seeing girls avoid you in the hallway all the time... Huh? Shirogane, what's wrong?"
Hearing that, Shirogane Miyuki picked up the stack of documents from the box and headed straight for the door.
He was fragile—he couldn't handle comments like that.
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Evening.
On the streets of Shibuya.
Sakurai Saki once again finished his day's work, the night breeze blowing through his hair.
Looking at the bustling traffic, he spaced out for a moment.
"...'The first partner', as expected, I can't forget." Sakurai Saki muttered.
The accidental encounter last night, thanks to the luck brought by his ability—he thought he wouldn't run into her again today.
Until someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Sakurai-kun~?" The white-haired onee-san had once again caught Little Brother Sakurai.
Hayasa-nyan: ٩(ᵔᗜᵔ)~
Sakurai Saki turned around, and immediately in his mind flashed the image of her sitting on top of him, riding like crazy—her figure really was incredible.
"Why are you wearing a mask?" Sakurai observed her.
A plain black mask, long silvery-white hair, and a baseball cap on her head.
They hadn't turned on the lights last night, and she hadn't taken off her mask, so up to now Sakurai Saki still hadn't seen her face.
"Don't you think it's mysterious?" Cat-onee-san tilted her head, touching her cheek with her right index finger.
"What?"
"It's important for girls to maintain a sense of mystery, it makes guys feel intrigued." Cat-onee-san thought for a few seconds, then explained: "Like an onion, you peel it layer by layer."
Sakurai replied: "I don't like onions, they sting my eyes."
"Are you calling me ugly?" Hayasa-nyan couldn't accept that comment.
But she really couldn't let him see her face—she'd be exposed.
"You said that yourself, I didn't."
Sakurai glanced around. It was already night, but there were still quite a lot of people strolling along the street — for them, nightlife was just beginning.
The two walked along the street, and Sakurai Saki headed to a vending machine, intending to buy coffee.
He inserted the money, and two cans dropped out.
He handed her one.
"Can cats drink coffee?" Sakurai Saki asked, then immediately realized — the other person only pretended to be a cat when drunk, she wasn't actually a real cat.
That question was totally unnecessary.
"Of course I can!"
The Cat-onee-san was extremely confident!
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A few minutes later.
"Nyan~?" Cat-onee-san tilted her head, looking completely dazed.
There was a pure, innocent beauty about her.
Maybe this was what a truly natural airhead looked like.
"You can't handle caffeine either, huh, besides alcohol." Sakurai Saki raised a hand to his forehead.
Sakurai: "(ノ _ <,, )
This person really had too many weaknesses.
"Nyanhehe~ looks like I'm not very good at drinking~"
/ᐠ ˵> ⩊ <˵マ~~~
Her voice was soft, like cotton candy and clouds.
"You looked so cool just a moment ago though."
Sakurai realized this person really liked to act cool, only to get slapped in the face right after—like she set up her own flag and stepped on it a few minutes later—maybe that was a kind of talent too.
The latter half of last night, she had also just raised her butt and begged for mercy.
The white cat leaned against the vending machine, her whole body looking light-headed.
"What do you do during the day? Wandering the streets of Shibuya every night—don't you need to work or rest?" Sakurai stepped over and supported her.
"Sleep during the day, nyan~" Cat-onee-san leaned into his chest in response to his movement.
Sakurai Saki once again realized he had asked another dumb question — someone who could casually pull out over a hundred thousand yen couldn't be a normal person.
Sleeping during the day, playing around at night, and not short on money — she was probably a rich kid.
Sakurai took the money she'd left behind that morning out of his pocket and stuffed it back into her coat pocket.
"Why did you leave money for me this morning?"
"Nyan?" The white cat looked puzzled.
A girlfriend giving money to her boyfriend—wasn't that totally normal? Besides, the guy worked hard every day, and when he got home, she pounced on him and drained him dry—if she didn't buy some supplements for him, he'd get sucked dry by the cat.
Sakurai was just about to correct Cat-onee-san's concept of money, when lines of text appeared in front of him.
[When will Ai-chan find out the MC has a superpower?]
[So jealous! I also want a Cat-girl girlfriend, hic....·°(T^T)՞°·.]
[Cat-onee-san is related to Herthaka-kun]
Sakurai Saki: "?"
When will Ai-chan find out I have a superpower? Go ask Ai-chan, don't ask me.
Second line... heh, suck it, loser.
The third line caught Sakurai's attention.
All day long, and finally there was one piece of information that might be useful from this power.
"Oh right, cat, do you know anyone named Herthaka?" Sakurai looked at her face, and an image of his 'rival in love' flashed through his mind—it felt a little similar.
"Nyano~"
"You don't know them?"
"Nyan-no."
Oh, so she really doesn't know.
As expected, this power is still the same type as Word Spirit.
Hurry up and get in the trash bin already—our Sakurai company doesn't need employees like you.
This power's job performance is seriously too poor.