The Cheeky Junior Gal Becomes Too Cute When She Gets Attached to Me-Chapter 2Volume 1 .3 - The Too-Cheeky Junior Gal

The Too-Cheeky Junior Gal

“Hey, Senpai, do you hate gyaru?”

“What’s with the sudden question?”

Ooba Monaka leans forward over the long desk, peering into my face.

The gesture of tilting her head slightly while looking up is endearing.

I lift my face from the documents and glare at Ooba.

“Besides, Ooba”

“Monaka!”

“…Monaka. Why are you here like it’s totally normal?”

“Eh, now you ask!? It’s been quite a while, so I thought you had accepted me.”

“You entered so naturally that my reaction was delayed.”

“Even so, that’s too slow.”

Can’t be helped, I was focused on preparing the documents.

After school, I was working in the Student Council room as usual when Ooba… Monaka came in.

She quietly opened the door and entered, so I decided to ignore her for the time being.

She sat down opposite me and fidgeted for a while before finally speaking up after ten minutes.

“I see. Sorry for the late response, but can you leave?”

“That’s harsh. I’ve already settled in comfortably!?”

“The fact that you’re here is a problem…”

I’m sure I told her yesterday that she didn’t need to come anymore.

As I coldly dismiss her, Monaka shrinks back a bit, looking at me with slightly moist eyes.

“Was it really wrong for me to come…?”

“…No, I was actually in need of some help.”

“Yay. Then I’ll help!”

“Here. Read this and give me your thoughts.”

…those eyes were unfair.

I can’t just be mean to her when she looks at me like that.

But should she really be spending her time right here with me?

She must have many friends, so I can’t understand why she’d be here after school.

Naturally, Monaka and I aren’t the type to interact proactively.

I’m the outwardly serious Student Council President, and Ooba is a cheerful gyaru.

We’re polar opposites.

It was just by chance that we had an encounter yesterday, and once her so-called thanks were done, we should have returned to being strangers.

Yet, Monaka chose to interact with me.

“Hey, you’re dodging the question~. So, do you like gyaru?”

“It’s not that I’m dodging, I just don’t understand the question… Well, I’m a guy, so I do like short skirts.”

“No, what are you talking about with such a serious face?”

“Isn’t it common sense?”

Whether she’s a gyaru or not, a cute girl is cute.

Considering she asked specifically about gyaru, I thought that’s what she meant.

“…So you were looking at me with those kinds of eyes.”

I could tell by her body language that Monaka quickly held down the hem of her skirt.

Not that it was visible from across the desk.

“Ugh, I’m not good with this indirect stuff, so I asked you straight out…”

“Straight out?”

“I’m talking about this!”

Oh, Monaka is getting angry.

To an outsider, it would look like I’m harassing a junior girl in a private room.

Well, that’s half true, but still.

“It’s not like that. It’s not that I’m saying I’m interested in what’s underneath, I just appreciate short skirts as a fashion choice! And of course, I also like the occasional glimpse of cleavage. But I’m definitely not looking with lecherous intent!”

“That’s the most desperate and creepy fast-talking I’ve ever heard! And try to look a little!”

What am I supposed to do?

Monaka certainly has an allure that draws the eye, and as part of her gyaru attire, her skirt is short.

The two unbuttoned buttons at her chest are also hard to ignore.

But I am the outwardly perfect Student Council President.

I would never openly reveal any ulterior motives!

“I see, so it’s okay for me to look.”

That was a mistake.

From now on, I’ll live openly.

“Uh, wait, that’s not what I meant! It’s different!”

Realizing what she had blurted out, Monaka’s face turned a slight shade of red as she twirled her hair with her fingers.

“If I weren’t a gyaru, would you prefer a more modest type? I’m saying I might consider it if you prefer black hair!”

“No, either is fine.”

“…I see.”

Monaka paused her work and looked down slightly.

“It doesn’t matter which one, as long as it suits the person. Even if it doesn’t, if they like it, that’s all that matters. There’s no need to judge based on attributes.”

“Then, what about me?”

“Being a gyaru suits you, doesn’t it? I think it looks good on you.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah, cute, you’re cute.”

“Ehehe, right? I thought so too!”

Her mood shifted as she propped her cheeks in her hands and smiled brightly.

More than whether she’s a gyaru or not, I think this expression is far cuter.

Perhaps because I was so captivated, I failed to notice that the door to the Student Council room had opened at some point.

“Ahem.”

With an exaggerated cough, both Monaka and I turned our attention to the entrance.

“If skirts are the topic—Sensei wears them too, Tsujidou.”

What kind of nonsense is she talking about… Wait, how long has she been there?

Standing with the door left open was Kugenuma-Sensei, the Student Council Advisor.

She adjusted her glasses with a sharp look on her face.

“What’s wrong? Why don’t you look at me with impure thoughts?”

She closed the door behind her with one hand while smoothing the surface of her tight skirt with the other.

I’m not going to look, and besides, mentioning her age… seems like it would get me killed, so I keep my mouth shut.

Talking about age is taboo with her, especially since she’s approaching her thirties. I’ve seen a student who slipped up get torn to shreds.

Kugenuma-Sensei is a Japanese language teacher and the Student Council Advisor.

Just like club activities, the Student Council also has a designated teacher.

The Student Council is an organization run by students.

The basic operations are left to the Student Council Officers, but teachers are there to support as well.

Especially in financial matters or school events, there are many things that are difficult for students alone.

The presence of an advisor is important as a bridge to the teachers and is often a great help… ideally.

“Kugenuma-Sensei, thank you for your hard work! I may be new to the role of Student Council President, but I’m doing my best today as well.”

“…Hold on.”

I stood up and greeted her cheerfully.

Sensei narrowed her eyes and growled lowly.

“I told you to stop that insincere, creepy smile and flattery in front of me. It’s disgusting.”

“Is that how you talk to a student?”

“I hate those who pretend. I’ve had enough of it in the staff room.”

“Perhaps Sensei should consider putting on a little act…”

I wonder whose fault she’s tired of in the staff room.

Let’s pretend I didn’t hear that.

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