Makoto's Daily Life (3)
Several days had passed since I became Makoto's clone.
I've been gradually adapting to the duties of the Student Council.
Today, I welcomed my first outsider to the office.
The person was Amau Ako, the Senior Administrative Officer of the Gehenna Prefect Team. Ako had come to present the tactical training budget plan for the Prefect Team.
To be honest, I don't really like Ako.
The reason is extremely simple, and depending on the perspective, it can be as childish as a child's.
'Ako likes Hina, so she's a rival in love. I can't underestimate her.'
I feel a sense of competition toward Ako.
Ako is an ardent follower of Hina, starting from her hobby being 'Prefect Team Leader'. In other words, a formidable rival.
The starting points are clearly different.
As Makoto's clone, I started with a bad impression from Hina. But Ako is the one who supports Hina the closest, a subordinate who has Hina's trust.
'How unfair. I want to be by Hina's side too.'
I have no choice but to feel jealous of Ako.
I tried not to show it, but I couldn't completely hide my displeasure.
'Was I too emotional? ... I should have been more composed to play Makoto.'
After Ako left the office, I reflected on my shortcomings.
And from under the table, Ibuki slowly emerged.
"Thanks to Senpai Makocchi, I got to watch something interesting."
Ibuki, who had been eavesdropping on the situation so far without Ako noticing.
Ibuki had volunteered for this. She said she'd support in a crisis, but in reality, she just listened in.
"It was interesting to watch, but I was in trouble. Ibuki just kept talking sweetly and didn't help at all..."
"There was no crisis for Senpai Makocchi."
"Haa~ I'm exhausted."
I slumped in the chair. My charismatic act had drained my energy.
It was fortunate that I could show my true self to Ibuki.
"You worked hard, Senpai Makocchi."
"How was my acting? ... Did I look like Makoto?"
Ibuki shook her head at my question.
"Um. The original one had an aura that I couldn't even reach. It was wonderful. As expected of the Student Council President of the Student Council."
"So, it was good, right?"
"Yes."
Ibuki nodded lightly and then smirked at me.
"After all, Senpai Makocchi is desperate to hear that she is good to her cute juniors. That's love deprivation."
"It's not like that, so don't tease me, okay?"
"Fufu."
Ibuki has evolved into a cheeky Makocchi. A playful pro-line.
"Speaking of which, Senpai Makocchi. How did you feel meeting the Prefect Team's second-in-command?"
"Ako, right?"
"Yes, I got the feeling that I was overwhelming the Senior Administrative Officer in terms of atmosphere."
Actually, it was the opposite; I was the one being overwhelmed, especially by the blatantly emphasized breasts.
"Um. The power of the chest was tremendous. ... The side breast exposure."
"Wow. Straight to the chest talk from this shameless senior. Please don't damage the proud dignity of the Student Council."
Ibuki glared at me with an unhappy look.
It seems she thinks it's embarrassing to be in the same Student Council as me.
But I have some excuses too.
"The chest is too naked, and even if I try not to look, my eyes keep going."
"Excuses are a sin. Please maintain your dignity as the Student Council President."
I scolded Ibuki for the dignity issue. Since it was the truth, I couldn't refute it.
"But, looking at her appearance, Ako is definitely a masochist. She must be hiding a fetish where she gets pleasure from being abused."
She looks like she enjoys outdoor leash walks. The evidence is Ako's leash play memorial.
Clearly, the masochism that trembles when lying on the floor and submitting is evident.
"... Senpai Makocchi is a pervert."
But Ibuki's reaction was cold.
"Please don't approach Ibuki from now on. It interferes with emotional education."
"How mean!"
But she was ignored by Ibuki.
It's not me who's the pervert, it's Ako. The side breast exposure of a big-breasted woman is indecent. It's a performance of lewdness. Moreover, the fetish is masochism.
'I am not bad. The bad one is Ako!'
I need to take normal judgment. I stared at Ibuki with an aggrieved face.
"Eh."
Ibuki, sensing my gaze, covered her chest with both hands. Her cheeks were flushed.
"I don't have that kind of taste. Please don't expect anything lewd from me, Senpai Makocchi."
"I didn't expect anything!"
I shook my head desperately.
"Well, I know."
I was fooled by Ibuki's prank. Ibuki smiled mischievously and stuck out her tongue slightly.
She's still a mischievous one who can't let her guard down.
"By the way, Senpai Makocchi. Are you really planning to inspect the Prefect Team's tactical training?"
"Yes. I want to see it."
Of course, it means 'I want to see (Hina)'. Hina is the main purpose, not the training.
When I told Ako 'Please pass on my regards to the Prefect Team Leader', I felt a thrill.
My heart is being conveyed to Hina. It's an overwhelming emotion.
"Understood. I'll pass it to the secretary's office so it can be reflected in the schedule. Haa~"
Ibuki's expression was gloomy. For some reason, she looked at me with worried eyes.
"This is an unusual matter. The Student Council is directly inspecting the Prefect Team's tactical training. That means it's practically declaring war on the Prefect Team."
"Eh, what? I just wanted to see the tactical training."
Declaring war. The word for starting a war was mentioned by Ibuki.
"Senpai Makocchi. Our Student Council and the Prefect Team aren't on good terms at all. We clash over every little thing and growl at each other every time. Just looking at us makes them bark. ... Hmph."
Ibuki imitated the howl of a fierce large dog.
It seems she was embarrassed and cleared her throat belatedly.
"The main activity of the Prefect Team is maintaining the security of Gehenna Academy. It's a group that moves with the sense of mission to lead the order of Gehenna."
If it weren't for the Prefect Team's strict disciplinary measures, Gehenna Academy would have long been a den of delinquent students.
They have made a great contribution to Gehenna Academy and have high pride in being part of the Prefect Team.
"Due to that, the tactical training seems to be the pride and honor of the Prefect Team."
The quarterly tactical training is particularly grand and propagandistic. It showcases the might of the Prefect Team and maintains discipline within Gehenna Academy.
In fact, there are statistics that the frequency of incidents decreases during the tactical training period.
"If the Student Council inspects the tactical training, which is the pride of the Prefect Team, there will be a lot of resistance. They will think you've touched their pride. Retaliation might come back."
"... That's it?"
"Moreover, Senpai Makocchi even challenged the Prefect Team Leader."
"Challenge? I only said to pass on my regards!"
I asked Ibuki with a startled face.
"The regards from the Student Council President to the Prefect Team Leader is that, right? Um... It feels like a warning to the boss of a rival organization in a noir movie to be careful on the way home at night?"
"No way!!!"
A kind greeting was distorted into a sinister crime warning.
No, I'm afraid Hina will really take it that way.
"If you're worried, why don't you cancel the schedule now?"
My heart wavered for a moment, but my resolve didn't break.
I want to see Hina. But if I don't take a risk, there's no way to meet Hina.
"Yes, if Senpai Makocchi insists, then there's nothing I can do. I'll fill the schedule that day without any gaps. Please don't come looking for me."
Ibuki proactively expressed her intention not to attend.
She was bold, as if saying she has no hobby of jumping into a fire pit.
"Ibuki, that's too much..."
"Senpai Makocchi is reckless."
She turned her back coldly and then glanced at me sideways.
It seems she feels guilty about leaving me alone.
"Ibuki, I don't feel at ease after hearing scary stories from you. Please stroke my hair."
"... Is the symptom recurring again? Senpai Makocchi's hair fetish."
Ibuki grumbled in a pouty voice.
She had a worried look as if worried about my future.
"I'm fine with that, but if you touch Ibuki, I'll get angry. Same for other people. I'll be suspected of being mentally unstable."
"I want to touch Ibuki because she's Ibuki."
"Wow... An incredibly flirtatious tone. It's not just a few times I've heard that from you."
"Well, I've asked Ibuki several times already."
"Haa~"
Ibuki, who had given up, got out of the chair. Then she came closer to me, a position good for petting.
Swoosh. The fluffy hair of Ibuki swayed in front of my eyes.
Just as I was about to gently touch Ibuki's hair,
"Ah, by the way. While stroking me, are you not thinking about something else? That's called infidelity."
Ibuki added a remark that precisely hit the mark.
Startled. The hand that was about to settle on the fluffy hair stopped.