Chapter 24: Disaster at the Student Council

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Translated and Edited by: ynlucca.

Okay, now it really begins.

It was 6 PM.
We cleaned the room after the party, filling plastic bags with the leftover plastic bottles and candy bags, collecting the board games we brought, and rearranging the long desk back in the center of the room. After a bit, the room was good as new.

“Well then… Is this good?”

“Yes, it’s perfect.”

Just as we were about to leave—

“Whaa—! A shooting star!” Sakura pointed out the window and darted to the observation terrace.

“… I feel Sakura would get lost by running after a random butterfly.”

“Last year, I think, she was running after a rare-colored moth and ended up falling into a pond.”

“Wow, that’s horrible. Wasn’t even a butterfly…”

While Shirayuki and I talked, Sakura called out to us. “Shirayuki-san, Kuzuhara-kun! Come here quickly! The stars are sooo beautiful!”

“Nah, it’s almost time to leave school and—”

“—It’s not every day the three of us get a chance to stargaze together, so why don’t we go have a little look?”

“… Good grief.”

We both walked to the terrace and marveled at the sky together—it was literally a sky full of stars, so dazzling and glittery.

“Wow, this is… Awesome…”

“… So clear…”

We both let out gasps of admiration at the stars above, Shirayuki’s shoulder almost grazing mine. Sakura suddenly extended her right hand and pointed at the starry sky above. “That’s Deneb right there, and over there is Altair, and then Vega—the ‘Great Summer Triangle’. So beautiful…”

She mumbled with sparkling eyes something almost maidenly, maybe even fairy-tale-like, but—

“No, it’s not that… That’s Spica, Arcturus, and Regulus, the ‘Great Spring Triangle’, right?”

“I-It’s the atmosphere that counts with these things! … Hey, Shirayuki-san, please help me! The celestial nerd is bullying me!”

“Yes, shhh, it’s all right, Sakura-san. Kuzuhara-kun may look like he looks, but he’s a very gentle person.”

After these exchanges, the three of us looked up at the starry night for a considerable while. Suddenly, Sakura muttered something.

“I… I love this student council. There’s Shirayuki-san, who’s kind and reliable, and there’s Kuzuhara-kun, so dead-eyed and mean… I just feel so at home here.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

“Eh, so you two think I’m just an intruder?”

After stargazing, we locked the special observation room and went back to the student council office.

“Let’s hurry this up a bit. We’ve only got ten minutes before school’s out.”

As we organized our luggage and did a final check on the lost & found, the office’s door opened with a thunderous bang.

“Yo! I’m coming in!”

“Hitori-sensei… Please knock properly!” The one Shirayuki censored was none other than Kaoru Hitori, our teacher.

Her long black hair almost reached her waist, and she stood at about 170 cm tall (TL: About 5’6”). I believe she was 27 years old. She had a well-built, beautiful face, and an extremely tomboyish personality.

“Sorry, sorry, but I have some urgent business with you today.”

“Something urgent, ma’am?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it’s bad news for all of you.”

She pulled out a document.

“I just got a call from the Election Committee, and it says here — ‘Kuzuo Kuzuhara, it’s been decided that you’ll undergo an Impeachment Trial.’”

“Wha—!” Shirayuki and Sakura gasped, astonished.

“An I-Impeachment Trial… It hasn’t even been a month since the Student Council was formed!”

“We haven’t even done anything yet, so what do they mean by that?!”

They both questioned the teacher desperately, their eyes laser-focused. The teacher shook his head quietly.

“Well, I don’t really know the reason. Though, I know one thing for certain—Kuzuo Kuzuhara is not recognized by the other students at all,” She said as she turned her sharp gaze to me. “… Or rather, Kuzuhara… Why is the person in question the calmest one here?”

“Well, I knew this would happen sooner or later. It just happened a bit earlier than expected.”

“As usual, you don’t have that innocence befitting of students, huh… Well, the Impeachment Trial will take place after school on Monday, the first day of the week. All information about your opponent, i.e., the promoter who initiated this case, the schedule, and everything else, is contained in this document. Please make sure you read through it properly.”

“You’re lying…”

“The last thing I’ll say is something kinda teacherly: There are still two days until the trial, so use this Saturday and Sunday to prepare for the trial. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

The teacher lightly raised her hand and left the student council room.