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V1 There is a Backside in This Youth! Chapter 3

The Common Problem with Expressionless Junior Characters

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Volume 1, Chapter 3: The Common Problem with Expressionless Junior Characters

Since I started handling miscellaneous tasks for the student council, a week has flown by.

The work, simpler than I expected, involved real miscellaneous tasks like making tea for members and moving heavy documents and luggage.

I’m quite grateful for this ‘casual’ work, feeling a proper sense of busyness activating each day.

And more importantly————

“Saito-senpai, I’ve made you some black tea, how is it?”

“Oh my, thank you. May I have it?”

“Of course. I remember you like it with just milk, right?”

“Oh my, you remember so well.”

“Of course. I’ve committed to memory the preferences of each female member.”

“That’s a bit creepy…”

Ehehe, how embarrassing.

I poured the tea into her cup as requested.

The light fragrance of the tea leaves wafted through the room, playfully teasing my nostrils.

Hmm, it seems I brewed it quite well.

On the first day, I did poorly, making the aroma and taste too weak.

Now, it’s much better. All thanks to my repeated taste tests… though, running to the restroom like crazy during practice was quite a struggle.

“Hiyo, would you like a cup too? I remember you take milk and sugar, right?”

“…I’ll have some.”

“Got it! Futaba, how about you? Just plain?”

After Hiyo, I asked Futaba if she wanted tea, and she nodded affirmatively to confirm.

What fulfilling moments.

Beautiful girls are drinking the tea I made.

Just thinking about it fills my heart with happiness.

“…I still feel you’re kind of creepy.”

“Pfft.”

A verbal stab, more potent than any punch, pierced my heart.

Although I’ve gotten used to Hiyo’s verbal jabs, her occasional ‘honesty’ still packs a punch, no matter how much time passes.

“That’s harsh, Hiyo…”

“Sorry. But knowing someone has your preferences down feels kind of ticklish.”

“I am the student council’s miscellaneous tasks guy, after all. Gathering information is essential to help everyone with their work.”

“So, you know a lot about me, right?”

“Of course. After all, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“That’s true.”

I opened my smartphone’s notebook and started reading from the list.

“Let’s see, born the same year as me, now 17. Practiced karate for ten years. Likes meat and straight punches. Dislikes empty cans and plastic bottles discarded on the street. Not a fan of sweets, but likes to eat something sugary when thinking hard or doing simple tasks. Although her grades aren’t bad, her physical education scores are outstanding. Her measurements from top to bottom are 87, 57, 8————”

“What the hell are you writing, you idiot!”

“Pfft…!”

Hiyo, rising to her feet, delivered a spinning kick straight to my head.

To execute such a kick in a cramped room, aiming only at me, is truly impressive.

With half my face buried in the wall, I gave Hiyo a thumbs-up.

“Great legwork…”

“Shut up.”

Hiyo retorted while picking up my dropped smartphone.

Then, after a few taps, she handed the smartphone back to me.

“There, I deleted all my information.”

“What…!”

“I should be the one surprised at what you’re doing. Stop collecting measurements, it’s disgusting.”

“You’re right.”

I pulled myself out of the wall and looked at my smartphone.

Indeed, all information about Hiyo was gone.

Hearing my answer, senior Yae Yagashi slightly frowned.

Did I answer something wrong?

While I felt uneasy, Yae Yagashi, with her brows still furrowed, said, “Natsuhiko, don’t call me Yae Yagashi, just call me Yui, okay? After all, I call you by your first name. If you don’t reciprocate, it’s unfair.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

As a junior, addressing senior Yae Yagashi by her first name would mean giving up my life at this school. Seniors would consider me arrogant, classmates would think I lack self-awareness, and juniors would view me as a dangerous senior.

Yae Yagashi would be better off realizing her own position within the school. Of course, I am happy about her friendly treatment.

“…Is it absolutely impossible?”

“!”

Faced with Yae Yagashi’s powerful gaze, I couldn’t help but look up.

What a formidable weapon it is. If she smiled at the whole world, perhaps all conflicts would cease.

—No, rather, conflicts might center around Yae Yagashi herself.

Now is not the time for these foolish thoughts.

Even if it cost me my life here, I probably couldn’t address Yae Yagashi by her first name. But continuing this way would only end up saddening her.

This is my last resort. Even if it leads to my own ruin, should I muster the courage to make Yae Yagashi happy?

“…Then, um, can I call you ‘senior Yui’?”

“What?”

My carefully thought-out response was to add ‘senior’ to her name. It’s a risky bet.

Among most juniors who address her as Student Council President or Yae Yagashi, only I would daringly call her ‘senior Yui’.

Don’t think it’s exaggerated. In this school, the number of Yae Yagashi’s followers equates to the number of troublesome students.

Although everyone is usually serious, the way boys’ eyes change when it comes to girls, especially, should be noted.

“…Well, it’s tough to suddenly ask you to bridge the gap between senior and junior. Fine, I’ll compromise with ‘senior Yui’.”

“Ah… Thank you, senior Yui.”

“Hmm, being called ‘senior’ is not bad either.”

She seems pleased.

Yae Yagashi—no, senior Yui is happy.

“But, feel free to call me by my first name anytime. Or use a nickname. How about ‘little Yui’? Doesn’t it sound cute?”

“No, that’s a bit…”

“That so? Since it’s uncomfortable for you, I won’t force it… After all, we’re friends now, so no need to be formal, right?”

Friends, she said. It’s a daunting word.

While I’m happy with this recognition, I can’t hide my surprise at this rapid progression.

We’ve only known each other for two days—

“Alright, let’s go, Natsuhiko.”

“Okay… senior Yui.”

“Hmm.”

Dangerous. Senior Yui’s happily nodding head is too cute, almost making me lose consciousness in an instant.

It doesn’t matter anymore, senior Yui is adorable.

Since that underwear incident, my impression of Yae Yagashi has gradually crumbled.

Of course, one’s true nature cannot be understood from appearances, but it’s rare to find someone with such a stark contrast.

Will I see more sides of her from now on…?

If so, I’m sure my life will be far from boring.

“Excuse us.”

I followed senior Yui into the office.

Of course, this wasn’t my first time entering this room, but because I mustn’t anger the people inside, I always get inexplicably nervous.

Senior Yui looked around the room, searching for someone.

“Teacher Amaihara, do you have a moment?”

“Hmm…? Ah, it’s Yae. What do you need?”

The only one who responded to Yui’s call was a female teacher.

The teacher, with slightly forked black hair tied behind her head, looked at us lazily.

Yuna Amaihara, our homeroom teacher. She doesn’t quite seem like a typical teacher.

To put it positively, she’s a bit unreliable.

Saying she’s the type who doesn’t exert much effort when action is needed might be more understandable.

This relaxed nature and her way of interacting with students are probably why she’s popular.

It seems like Amaihara intentionally creates this image.

She plays the role of a competent teacher.

Including me, many students feel lucky to be in her class.

—Though it’s a bit off-topic, not only in her attitude but sometimes even in her dress, Amaihara is a bit lax.

It felt like on-the-job training for a newcomer.

In terms of age, I am Futaba’s senior, but as a student council member, she’s my senior.

Now, following her lead, I will learn from her.

“Then, I look forward to working with you, Futaba-san.”

“Sure, I should be the one saying that.”

The student council’s “underground work.”

Time to proceed with caution.

◇◆◇◇◆◇

I left the student council room with Futaba-san, heading towards the storage room.

Despite my eagerness for the task, I couldn’t hide my confusion over the strange situation around me.

“…Um.”

I turned back to Futaba-san, who was several meters away from me.

“Why are you staying so far from me…?”

“Sorry. I feel it’s disrespectful to a senior, but Hiyo-senpai advised me to keep my distance from you.”

Futaba-san said firmly.

“Just out of curiosity, may I ask what the advice was?”

“She said that Hanashiro-senpai is the kind of pervert who can impregnate women just by being close to them, so I shouldn’t stay near you for long.”

“That ability is way too extraordinary.”

Hiyo must have set this barrier thinking I would harass Futaba-san.

How rude. Even I consider time, place, and the other person’s feelings.

Now I must deny it thoroughly.

“Ahaha, how embarrassing. I’m not that kind of pervert, nor am I a noble being who can create life with a touch. Everything Hiyo said is a lie————”

“You’re saying Hiyo-senpai would lie?”

“Ah, this junior is more troublesome than I thought…”

Futaba-san approached me with a fierce expression, like a wild beast.

Not as much as Hiyo (the demon), but still frightening enough.

“…But it’s better than I thought. Despite being so close, my body hasn’t changed.”

“Physically, that’s impossible anyway…”

“So, it was just a joke by Hiyo-senpai?”

Even as a joke, I thought the content was quite hardcore.

Although I could understand through this conversation, she seems almost as unique.

Not quite at Takashiro-senpai’s level, but certainly has her own world view.

I compared the Futaba-san I know with the one in front of me.

Petite and cute, and also not talkative.

When in the first-year classroom, she was mostly alone, not talking to others, only speaking when necessary.

Eating store-bought food during the day, nibbling on bread with her tiny mouth, she looked as cute as a small animal, attracting attention from both boys and girls.

From this aspect, she’s also popular in a romantic sense. Although it’s only been two months since school started, she’s been seen being invited out by boys several times.

Where did I get this information? Surprisingly, such celebrity news spreads around the school, Watson-san.

Of course, as a first-year student, there’s less information about her.

But on second thought, although Takashiro-senpai’s information is well-known, little has spread out.

Is it because Saito-senpai has been protecting her?

At least I haven’t heard any bad rumors, so it’s the fruit of their efforts.

“Now that it’s clear, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Hanashiro-senpai, let’s hurry and rescue the president.”

“You really do give your senior a hard time…”

But I totally don’t mind being strictly managed by a girl.

In summary, we quickly arrived in front of the storage room where Takashiro-senpai was locked up.

The corridor outside the storage room, even after school, had many people.

If we act rashly now, people around might notice Takashiro-senpai is locked in.

But… I think we’re being overly cautious.

After all, it’s not like using a key would let people know she’s locked in the storage room. I think just boldly rescuing her would suffice————

After I expressed my doubt, Futaba-san immediately shook her head.

“At this time, we must discreetly rescue the president. If we tell a teacher she’s locked in and get the key, but the teacher suspects she was doing something sneaky, it’ll be dangerous.”

“…Would one normally think that way?”

First of all, that doesn’t make sense.

“Being alone in a locked room is normally considered sneaky, right?”

“I never thought that.”

If it were like those romantic comedies in the gym storage room, with both a boy and a girl locked in, it would be a different story.

“…You wouldn’t think so?”

“Would you think so?”

“…”

Futaba-san turned red without saying a word.

So, you would think that way.

I felt I had seen an unexpected side of the silent and reserved junior.

“It’s okay, it’s natural for people our age to think of such things————”

Futaba-san’s fist stopped right at my eye, interrupting my attempt to cover up as a senior————

“Can you please forget it completely?”

“Okay, okay…”

Such audacity, truly worthy of being Hiyo’s junior.

I thought I had let something slip.

‘Anyway, let’s try to find another reason to borrow the key to the archive room and then open it from the outside.’

‘Yeah, that makes sense.’

Since the topic had shifted, I tried not to resist the development. In short, the goal was to let senior Yui leave without anyone knowing she was inside.

Even if left alone, senior Yui wouldn’t do anything indecent—no, even though I think no one would believe she was doing anything indecent in there, I still want to follow the adorable junior’s plan faithfully.

Let’s lend a helping hand to the cute yet stubborn junior.

Though I say a helping hand, it’s definitely not sexual harassment.

‘So…’

If we were to use the straightforward method of getting the key, we’d have to go to the office. Plus, we’d need a legitimate reason to borrow the key.

Initially, I thought of using the excuse that senior Yui asked me to retrieve something she left inside, but I quickly realized the flaw in that reasoning.

‘Yae Yagashi would never forget to bring something.’

That’s what everyone in this school believes.

—Though I think it’s unlikely, I can’t deny the possibility.

Firstly, it’s unlikely that senior Yui would forget homework done at home. This reason is somewhat understandable since assignments are directly related to grades, and as a student role model, she wouldn’t overlook this.

Now the issue is whether she takes her role as the student council president seriously.

Not to mention ordinary classrooms, but forgetting something in the archive room containing condensed personal information—can such a person really fulfill the role of student council president?

Normally, it wouldn’t matter, I thought.

But if there’s even a one percent chance someone might doubt senior Yui, then it’s my mission to avoid it.

Can’t make strange compromises here.

‘What excuse should we find?’

‘The best way at this time is to frankly tell the teacher we need to go to the archive room. Usually, that resolves the issue.’

‘Usually… this happens often?’

‘Yes, of course. Since I joined the student council, this is the second time she’s been locked in the archive room. Last time, it was the sports equipment storage.’

The sports equipment storage is such a classic trope.

In romantic comedies, the male and female protagonists getting locked in the sports equipment storage and deepening their relationship is a common pattern.

But I’ve hardly heard of someone getting locked in alone.

That situation is too unromantic…

‘Well then… let’s go.’

‘Okay.’

I went to the office with Futaba.

At times like this, it’s easiest to talk to someone familiar.

We tried to find a teacher related to the student council—namely, Teacher Amaihara.

Just like when Yui and I came to greet her, she was sitting at her desk.

It looked like she was working on her computer, and as I got closer, the contents on the screen became clearer.

‘Not too late! Must-know techniques for women in their late twenties to captivate men.’

‘…’

Oh, that’s content not meant to be seen.

‘Teacher Amaihara.’

‘Whoa!?’

Due to Futaba’s blunt approach, Teacher Amaihara got startled.

Though she immediately closed her laptop, it’s too late, Teacher.

‘…Did you see it?’

‘I saw it last time too.’

‘Fine, I’ll kill you, and then I’ll run away.’

‘If you’re willing to die with me, I could accept that…’

The forbidden love between a teacher and a student. What a wonderful echo.

‘You’re disgusting.’

‘That’s definitely not something a teacher should say!’

I’m hurt!

‘Forget it… So, what brings you here today?’

‘We’d like to go to the archive room to look at last year’s budget plans for club activities. Could you lend us the key?’

‘Ah— I see.'”

It’s like a training for a new employee.

Even though I’m older than Futaba-san in terms of age, as a member of the student council, Futaba-san is my senior.

Now, I’ll learn from her guidance.

‘Then, I’m in your care, Futaba-san.’

‘Sure, I should be.’

The student council’s ‘underground work.’

I should be careful moving forward.

◇◆◇◇◆◇

I left the student council room with Futaba-san, heading towards the storage room.

Even though I’m enthusiastic about the work, I couldn’t hide my confusion about the weird situation around me.

‘…Um.’

I turned back to Futaba-san, who was a few meters away from me.

‘Why are you staying so far from me…?’

‘Sorry. Even though I feel it’s rude to a senior, Hiyo-senpai advised me to keep distance from you.’

Futaba-san said confidently.

‘By the way, may I ask what advice that was?’

‘She said Hanashiro-senpai is the kind of pervert who can make women around him pregnant just by being close, so I shouldn’t stay near you for long.’

‘That kind of ability is way too extraordinary.’

Hiyo must have set this barrier thinking I would harass Futaba-san.

How rude. Even I consider time, place, and the other person’s situation.

Now I need to thoroughly deny it.

‘Ahaha, how embarrassing. I’m not that kind of pervert, nor am I a noble existence who can create life with a touch. Everything Hiyo said is a lie————’

‘You mean Hiyo-senpai would lie?’

‘Ah, this junior is more troublesome than I thought…’

Futaba-san approached me with a fierce look, like a wild beast.

Although not as much as Hiyo (the demon), but still scary enough.

‘…But it’s better than I thought. Despite being so close, my body hasn’t changed.’

‘Because physically, it’s already impossible…’

‘So, it was just a joke by Hiyo-senpai?’

Even as a joke, I thought the content was quite hardcore.

Although I could understand through this conversation, she seems almost as unique.

Not quite at Takashiro-senpai’s level, but certainly has her own worldview.

I compared the Futaba-san I know with the one in front of me.

Petite and cute, and also not talkative.

In the first-year classroom, she was mostly alone, not talking to others, only speaking when necessary.

Eating store-bought food during the day, nibbling on bread with her tiny mouth, she looked as cute as a small animal, attracting attention from both boys and girls.

From this aspect, she’s also popular in a romantic sense. Although it’s only been two months since school started, she’s been seen being invited out by boys several times.

Where did I get this information? Surprisingly, such celebrity news spreads around the school, Watson-san.

Of course, as a first-year student, there’s less information about her.

But on second thought, although Takashiro-senpai’s information is well-known, little has spread out.

Is it because Saito-senpai has been protecting her?

At least I haven’t heard any bad rumors, so it’s the fruit of their efforts.

‘Now that it’s clear, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Hanashiro-senpai, let’s hurry and rescue the president.’

‘You really do give your senior a hard time…’

But I totally don’t mind being strictly managed by a girl.

In summary, we quickly arrived in front of the storage room where Takashiro-senpai was locked up.

The corridor outside the storage room, even after school, had many people.

If we act rashly now, people around might notice Takashiro-senpai is locked in.

But… I think we’re being overly cautious.

After I expressed my doubt, Futaba-san immediately shook her head.

‘At this time, we must discreetly rescue the president. If we tell a teacher she’s locked in and get the key, but the teacher suspects she was doing something sneaky, it’ll be dangerous.’

‘…Would one normally think that way?’

First of all, that doesn’t make sense.

‘Being alone in a locked room is normally considered sneaky, right?’

‘I never thought that.’

If it were like those romantic comedies in the gym storage room, with both a boy and a girl locked in, it would be a different story.

‘…You wouldn’t think so?’

‘Would you think so?’

‘…’

Futaba-san turned red without saying a word.

So, you would think that way.

I felt I had seen an unexpected side of the silent and reserved junior.

‘It’s okay, it’s natural for people our age to think of such things————’

Futaba-san’s fist stopped right at my eye, interrupting my attempt to cover up as a senior————

‘Can you please forget it completely?’

‘Okay, okay…’

Such audacity, truly worthy of being Hiyo’s junior.

“…But if you don’t want to knock her out, do you have another method?”

“There’s a simple method.”

“Eh?”

I thought of a simple way that wouldn’t dirty anyone’s hands.

I left Futaba, who was shocked, and casually walked over to Teacher Amaihara.

“Teacher Amaihara.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“What type of men do you like, Teacher Amaihara?”

Hearing my question, Teacher Amaihara’s expression froze.

“…What difference does it make after hearing it?”

“Eh? Normally, you’d be curious, right? Especially since Teacher Amaihara is so beautiful.”

“Beauti—”

With my pursuing words, Teacher Amaihara completely froze this time.

An expected reaction.

Considering the online dating site, Teacher Amaihara probably has little experience with the opposite sex.

While she doesn’t have any communication barriers, she probably can’t communicate well in romantic situations.

“A beautiful teacher like you really exists. I thought they only existed in comics.”

“!”

“Moreover, being a teacher is already an advantage. Just having a beautiful person teach can make people concentrate better.”

“Uh… really?”

“Of course! Did you know, Teacher Amaihara, you’re very popular among the male students at school? And of course, there are girls who admire you too.”

“Wha… ah…”

“Look closely, your skin and hair are also beautiful, very charming. Do you take care of them every day?”

“No, don’t say—”

“Ha… If only I were born a bit earlier, I could have been a candidate for Teacher Amaihara’s husband… such a pity.”

“Um… um um um um um um— um um!”

Heat radiated from Teacher Amaihara’s blushing face.

Then she stood there, frozen like she was overheating.

“Operation successful.”

After confirming that Teacher Amaihara’s consciousness was completely frozen, I took the key to the archive room from her hand.

It went too smoothly. Anyway, it’s great that things developed as I planned.

“Teacher Amaihara… how is she?”

“She seems more unaccustomed to being pursued than I thought. Probably too embarrassed, causing her brain to freeze.”

“Futaba, you’re really a sinful guy.”

“Even if you compliment me, I have nothing to give you.”

“I’m not complimenting you.”

“Oh my…”

While joking with her, I moved Teacher Amaihara to a corner of the corridor to prevent her from obstructing anyone’s path.

How long will she be frozen? A few minutes should be enough.

I feel a bit guilty, like a con artist.

For the record, my goal from the start was to make her ‘die of embarrassment.’

But I hope you don’t misunderstand, the things I told Teacher Amaihara were all sincere.

After all, I think Teacher Amaihara is beautiful, and if I were her age, I would probably really like her.

It’s true that she’s popular among the boys. There was no lie in our conversation.

Nevertheless, I’ll go apologize later.

“Futaba, do you like older women?”

“Eh? No, it’s not like that. While I value women, it’s a different story if it’s about a romantic partner.”

“Heh… so the girls you’ve already won over are different from the ones you like.”

“Eh? Am I talking to Futaba right now?”

Futaba nodded her head as if learning a difficult subject.

Never mind. If I can learn something from her, even if it’s knowledge about ‘H,’ it doesn’t change the fact that it’s knowledge.

“Okay, let’s go save senior Yui.”

“Okay.”

We headed straight to the archive room and then gently unlocked the door and entered.

“Senior Yui, we’ve come to save you.”

“Oh! You’re here.”

Senior Yui came to greet us as we entered the room.

—But for some reason, she was only in her underwear.

“Hehe.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, then immediately covered my eyes.

Staring at a girl in her underwear is impolite, like sizing her up.

No matter how attractive the body in front of me, as a gentleman, I can close my eyes.

And with just a moment’s delay, I can imprint it in my mind.

Let’s keep it a secret from everyone.

“President, why are you only in your underwear…?”

“Ah, this is the third floor, right? So I was thinking if I could escape through the window with stuff in this room, but there wasn’t enough cloth.”

“I see, so that’s why you took off your clothes.”

“I tried with the shirts, but it still wasn’t enough… But I managed to extend a distance with the curtains, and I was planning to jump out midway. However, thanks to you guys, I don’t need to take the risk anymore. Thank you.”

“No, it’s good we made it in time. But you should put on a shirt first. After all, Futaba, a male, is still here.”

“Oh, right.”

The sound of clothing rustling followed.

Then, Futaba next to me patted my shoulder, and I nervously moved my hand away.

“Sorry, Natsuhiko, for letting you see such an unseemly sight.”

“How can it be unseemly! I wish you’d let me see more!”

“Huh, after hearing you say that, I feel pretty good. But don’t force yourself to flatter me just because I’m your senior, okay?”

“How could it be flattery…”

Yui-senpai, having put her shirt back on, proudly puffed out her chest.

What surprised me was Yui-senpai’s low self-esteem.

Indeed, if you call her a klutz, she is one, as normal people wouldn’t use a shirt or curtains to escape through a window. If one leads a life of beauty, excels in studies and sports, I think it’s not strange to have some degree of self-love.

This is where it doesn’t add up.

If it were modesty, it would be one thing, but I feel everything Yui-senpai says comes from her heart.

To put it in one word, she’s an incredible person.

Beyond that, I really can’t think of anything else to say.

Ah, to correct that. She’s a beautiful and incredible person.

“Anyway, you guys really helped me a lot. It’s about time to go back… Alice might be angry already.”

“Ah, then I’ll go to the office after locking this place up. You guys go ahead.”

After I finished speaking, Futaba-san looked surprised.

“You mean, senpai… you’re staying in the storage room alone…?”

“Even though I don’t know what you’re imagining, I’m also planning to leave from here, right?”

Also, what does Futaba-san think of the storage room?

At least, my preferences aren’t twisted enough to think of doing something here.

“Yeah, please take care of it.”

“Sure!”

I left the storage room with them and locked the door.

What happened to Ganbaru-sensei after that?

Since it was because of me that she crashed, I guess I should make amends.

As I turned towards the office with this thought, someone suddenly grabbed the back of my shirt.

Turning around, I saw Futaba-san holding the corner of my shirt with her fingers.

“What’s wrong?”

“…What you did for Ganbaru-sensei earlier, I couldn’t have done. So, I wanted to say thank you.”

Such a rule-abiding girl. In this regard, she’s just like Hiyo, maybe it’s the teaching of the karate dojo they frequent.

Martial arts are indeed wonderful. It’s essential to cultivate manners, so you can stand tall in normal times.

“I’m glad I could help. After all, as a senior in terms of grade, I’m sorry to have relied on such a cute junior like you.”

“Cute junior… So, that’s how you captured Hiyo-senpai’s heart.”

“I’ve already said no…”

Hiyo shouldn’t be nearby, right?

I looked around nervously, but didn’t see Hiyo anywhere.

“However… I can somewhat understand Hiyo-senpai’s feelings now.”

Faced with Futaba-san’s slightly emerging cute smile, my heart raced uncontrollably.

The expression of a girl who rarely changes her expression, when she suddenly smiles, really makes one’s blood boil.

It makes you hope that you’re the only one who can see that expression.

“Even so,” I candidly expressed my thoughts.

“You talk to me more than I expected, Futaba-san.”

“? What do you mean?”

“No, just rumors, I heard you’re a woman of few words. I just didn’t expect you to initiate a conversation with me, I’m very happy.”

“…”

Hearing my words, Futaba-san seemed lost in thought.

“…Indeed, I’m not good at speaking unnecessarily, it’s tiring.”

“Conserving calories to the extreme…”

“Yes. So, I generally only talk to people I want to.”

“Eh? That means————”

“Sorry to have taken your time. See you in a bit.”

Futaba-san let go of my shirt and went back to the student council room with Yui-senpai.

It seems Futaba-san somewhat fancies me.

I don’t have time to be overjoyed being admired by a girl.

I returned to the office with the keys.

On the way, I passed by where Ganbaru-sensei was, but she wasn’t there anymore.

“Excuse me.”

After I greeted and entered the office, I saw Teacher Amaihara still sitting in her usual spot.

Seeing her safe and sound, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s really good that she could get moving quicker than I had anticipated.

“Teacher Amaihara… uh, are you okay?”

“…Hmm? Ah, yes, I’m fine.”

Although I wanted to show some concern about the earlier incident, something seemed off about her.

Was it an unsettled mind, or did she appear to be drunk?

“Um, thank you for the key. I’ve finished my task and have come to return it…”

“Ah, right, thank you for your hard work—!?”

“…?”

When I handed over the key, my hand slightly touched Teacher Amaihara’s hand.

At that moment, she exaggeratedly jumped.

“Ah, ah… I did receive it. You’ve worked hard on the student council tasks.”

“…Thank you. I’m going back to work now.”

“Oh! Keep it up!”

What’s with her?

I could tell at a glance she was extremely flustered.

The reason is probably related to what I said to her earlier. After all, my words were quite impolite, and it’s no wonder she got upset. I started feeling inexplicably downcast.

“—Hey, Futaba.”

“What?”

As someone called me, I turned back.

For some reason, Teacher Amaihara looked at me with moist eyes.

“Even if he’s younger than me, I don’t mind.”

“…Ah, is that so?”

I hurriedly left the office.

It seems the actions I took to show off in front of my junior had awakened a formidable beast.

📢 Maybe you see "V2" or "V3" and so on in the NOVEL TITLE, it means what VOLUMES the NOVEL is.
There is a Backside in This Youth!

There is a Backside in This Youth!

Kono Seishun ni wa Ura ga Aru!
Score 8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2023 Native Language: Japanese
The unattainable interest consists of effort and lies.Although I had many friends but no close friends, and was average in sports and studies-I, Hanashiro Natsuhiko, a self-proclaimed 'high school student who doesn't pretend', was brought to the student council room because I noticed that the student council president, Takashiro Yui, might not be wearing underwear!The athletic club's standout player, Hiyo Ichinose, the naturally talented and older vice president, Alice Saito, and the quiet yet intelligent Futaba Tsubaki... There, in the illustrious Fumimyo High School student council, I witnessed their "hidden truths". ""There are only eight months left until graduation, Hanashiro-san, you should help too!""Eh! So you're really not wearing anything!!?"Grades, friendship, prestige-all for the sake of the 'perfect high school life'.They suppressed their individuality behind that dazzling youth and dragged me into their student council activities!??Behind the enviable and joyful youth, there may be hidden efforts and lies-?The secret time spent with (?) these perfect girls, a school romantic comedy in disguise, begins!

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