I-I’m... the Vice President!?
Kuroki had just said something so outlandish that I was completely at a loss for words.
"I really want to do this with you, Ryouta-kun, no matter what... Is that... a problem?"
Looking up at me with pleading eyes, Kuroki implored me.
(N-No way! If a creepy otaku Vice President like me were to suddenly burst onto the scene, this high school would be finished!)
On top of that, I was currently drawing a massive amount of hate from the fans of the Beautiful Girl Trio because of my role in the play.
If someone like me ended up as the Vice President to Kuroki's President... J-just thinking about it gave me the chills.
"M-me as Vice President... I'm just not cut out for it."
"Your caliber doesn't matter, okay? I’ll be the one standing out in front for everything anyway. Even so, I need you, Ryouta-kun."
"B-but..."
"Ah! Found you at last!"
While we were deep in conversation behind the gymnasium, Miyama, now fully changed back into her school uniform, suddenly popped up from around the corner.
"How much longer are you two going to stay here? Let's go to the Haunted House already!"
I had forgotten because I was still basking in the sense of accomplishment from the play, but the Cultural Festival wasn't over yet.
"Geez, I'm going ahead to get in line, so you two had better hurry up!"
With that, Miyama hurried off toward the main building.
The two of us... That’s right, I’d agreed to walk around the festival with Miyama and the others once the play was finished.
"Ryouta-kun, please think about the Vice President position, okay? The election isn't until autumn, so you can give me your answer after summer break."
"O-oh, alright."
"And... until you give me your answer, I’m going to take a break from sending you my selfies, okay?"
"Wha—!?"
Kuroki's selfies... on hiatus...!?
Which meant that unless I made a decision, I wouldn't be able to see... Rui Kuroki's selfies...
(T-That’s... gah...)
Lately, checking the selfies Kuroki sent before bed had become part of my nightly routine.
Rui Kuroki's belly-peek selfies, that mysterious sense of superiority I felt when she sent them—the supply was being cut off... This was far too cruel.
(And if I can't see her selfies until autumn... that means I won't be able to see any midsummer tan selfies, right?!)
I-I want to see them... Kuroki's tan selfies in her Track and Field uniform.
Missing out on tanned Track and Field belly-peek selfies... that was a matter of life and death!
"Well then, Yuria and Airi are waiting, so let's get going—"
"Wait, Kuroki."
"Hmm?"
"I-I’ll... give it some serious thought. So, could you please not stop sending the selfies?"
When I pleaded with her, fully aware of how pathetic I sounded, Kuroki flashed a cold smile.
"You know, Ryouta-kun..."
"What?"
"Even though you don't even like me, you sure look at me with lecherous eyes, don't you?"
"Wha—!? N-no, I don't!"
As I tried to deny it, Kuroki brought her face right up to my ear.
"Hehe... Ryouta-kun, you're the worst."
She whispered it against my skin, then flashed a bewitching smile and jogged off.
I'd just been verbally abused by Kuroki right in my ear...
Thank god I was wearing a skirt (for the second time today).