Chapter 20: Chapter 6.1

6:01 p.m.

I made my way to the activities building, which houses the student council office. As I walked across the campus, I noticed how different the atmosphere was compared to the early hours.

The place is still busy, but everyone moved as if they had all the time in the world to get things done.

After entering the building, I entered the elevator and got off on the 4th floor. A sign that pointed me in the direction of the council room stared at me, so I followed it and ended up in front of double steel doors.

Before I could knock on it, the left side opened up, and out walked a student with short, messy aqua blue hair. It was a male, but he had a pretty face with soft features, so I am a bit confused right now.

We lock eyes for a few moments before I entered the large room.

It looked like one of those standard office conference rooms, complete with a long table and a water dispenser. I may have seen a small kitchen off to the side.

As I surveyed the room, I noted that it was already semi-packed with first-year students who leered at me.

Also, Fukami made an appearance. I would never peg her as the student council type, even though she is rather hail-fellow-well-met.

However, I do feel a bit more comfortable now that she is here.

The idea of joining student council is appealing to an ambitious person, and I am sad to say that’s not me.

The main reason I decided to attend this gathering is to get a feel for the student council president; evidently, a person would like to know the face and name of the individual in charge of student affairs.

As I stood away from the small group, I leaned my back against the wall. I don’t feel welcomed at all.

Eventually, an older female student greeted me, standing roughly around 165 cm tall, with a mature body and waist-length rose-colored hair. She is an extremely attractive girl; I wonder if she would be interested in a junior.

In a professional tone of voice, she invited me to sit, which I did, and introduced herself as Horii Sakai, the student council secretary.

I took the seat farthest away from everyone, and Fukami pulled up a chair next to me. She is a bit too close to me now, almost as if she is keeping tabs.

Leaning my head on my left hand, I suspire at the fact that the president is late.

She noticed my attitude and said, "I never once thought you would be interested in student council, Kaneko-kun, since you have no interest in any type of club or after school activity."

"Do I really look that disinterested in everything?"

She laughed. "Yes. I heavily get that feeling from you; when you first came here, I figured that you would be a loner like Tachibana-chan."

That was the plan until Hisoka and she started interacting with me, which opened the floodgates of interactions.

"I heard that Tachibana-san wasn’t always a loner. She actually spoke to another student in class, but I am unaware of the person’s name."

"Oh, you’re referring to the student who left in the first term."

"He left in the very first term? It’s a bit odd to leave a well renowned school such as this one."

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"It was very unexpected; we never saw it coming, but now that you're sitting in his old seat, maybe that's why Tachibana-chan is warming up to you," she replied with a grin and twinkle in her eyes. On further inspection, I can safely say her smile looked so pure. It’s a dangerous smile that can mesmerize all the weak-willed male students in a classroom radius. However, I will shield myself against it.

If I remember correctly, the nameplate I saw on the first day before being swapped to my name was "Muta Reizo." or something along those lines.

I’ll hold off on mentioning that name to Tachibana, because I am unaware of her feelings on the matter.

"Warming up, you say? However, I'm surprised that you haven’t extended an olive branch of friendship to her."

"Oh, I did, and I was swiftly cut down, but I would consider her more than a classmate and less than a friend."

"That's an interesting way of scaling the relationship."

It’s almost the same thing as my idea of surface-level friendships.

I checked my smart watch once again.

The time is now 6:10 p.m., and it’s very hypocritical of me to even be the tiniest bit impatient, seeing that I wasn’t on time as well.

Eventually, the doors opened, and in walked a student.

His body type is slender, and his dark hair is medium length, standing around 177 cm.

His uniform appearance is similar to mine, with the expectation being that he wears his blazer open while leaving his shirt untucked.

He wasn’t standing in the room for a good 10 seconds before everyone became quiet; it was dead silence. You could hear shallow breathing from some of the other students.

This male student is no doubt the student council president, and the intensely dominating aura he radiated is simply astounding considering that he doesn’t look strict or uptight.

Horii walked with him to the front of the room as he observed each one of us with his sharp eyes, as if he were mentally dissecting us and whittling down potential candidates.

With a casual yet commanding voice, he said, "My name is Nagata Hajime, and you may know me as the esteemed student president. Firstly, I just want to thank you for showing interest in the council. However, I am already seeing quite a few unfit individuals, and you know yourselves, so there’s no need for me to pinpoint them. With that being out of the way, my secretary will collect your completed application forms while I prepare myself for the interviews."

After that short interaction, Nagata entered a sub-room to the left of us while Horii began collecting applications from all interested students—well, the ones who still believed that they could make the cut.

His introduction and interaction with everyone was short. Well it wasn’t much of an interaction considering that no one dared to speak.

Fukami let out a sigh of relief while wiping her forehead with her hand. "The student council president sure is scary; I couldn’t even think straight while in his presence."

"Scary is one way to describe him.”

"He’s quite a capable student because he is ranked 1st in his year group while being the leader of the 3rd year A-Class. Due to all those achievements, his moniker is "Nagata the Infallible."

I would expect nothing less from the president of the student council, if I am being honest. However, under that persona he does feel like a cool older brother type.

A few moments later, I took my leave since my objective was complete. I now have a fair idea of who Nagata Hajime is, and he is someone I may want to avoid having any issues with.

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