That morning, Kiyotaka and Yuzuki walked to school together as usual.
But the moment they arrived, something felt different.
A large crowd had gathered in front of the announcement board, voices overlapping in excitement and curiosity.
Yuzuki stepped closer, weaving through the students to see what had drawn such attention.
It didn’t take long to find out.
The results for the new student council members had been posted.
Both her name—and Kiyotaka’s—were on the list.
They had been accepted.
After classes ended, they made their way to the student council room, where the newly selected members gathered for role assignments.
One by one, positions were decided:
Treasurer: Yuzuki Nanase Secretary: Yuki Masachika Extracurricular Division: Kiyotaka Cleanliness Division: Miyaki Shikimori Security Division: Kuze and Nagumo Miyaba General Member: Fumino Furashi
Though the meeting was brief, they marked the moment with a simple celebration—a quiet acknowledgment of the teamwork that lay ahead.
The very next day, Kiyotaka was given his first task as a student council member.
Conflict mediation.
Two soccer extracurricular groups had clashed over their training schedules.
Both teams wanted to use the same field—and to make matters worse, they had attempted to borrow the baseball field, only to be refused by the baseball club, who needed it just as much.
By the time Kiyotaka arrived, the situation had already spiraled out of control.
Voices were raised.
Tension filled the air.
Even Yuzuki’s attempts to calm them were drowned out.
“Enough!”
Kiyotaka’s voice cut sharply through the chaos.
Silence fell.
All eyes turned toward him.
“I’m Kiyotaka Masachika, from the student council,” he said firmly.
“Now… explain what’s going on.”
He listened.
Carefully.
Patiently.
From the baseball club’s side, the complaint was clear—they felt their field had been used without permission.
From the soccer teams, desperation spoke louder—they needed a place to train for an upcoming competition.
Kiyotaka considered a solution.
“There’s another field near the river,” he suggested.
“It’s sometimes used for outdoor activities.”
Yuzuki glanced at him, then asked the groups,
“How much money do you have in your club funds?”
“110 yen,” the soccer representative replied.
“100 yen,” answered the baseball representative.
“Wait here,” Kiyotaka said.
Yuzuki nodded and went to check the condition of the riverside field.
When she returned, her expression told the story before her words did.
“…It’s in bad shape. Not usable.”
Kiyotaka fell into thought.
Then, slowly—
“I see.”
He looked back at both groups.
“Then we’ll find another way.”
A brief pause.
“…What if you split the cost to rent a field?”
The two sides exchanged glances.
“Since the soccer teams have more funds, they can cover a slightly larger portion.”
Silence lingered for a moment.
Then—
“…That works.”
Agreement.
Just like that, the conflict was resolved.
As the sun began to set, Kiyotaka and Yuzuki walked home together once more.
The tension of the day had faded, replaced by a quiet calm.
When they arrived at Yuzuki’s house, Kiyotaka stayed the night again—as he had been asked to remain there until the weekend.
The day came to an end peacefully.
But within Kiyotaka, something had changed.
The weight of responsibility…
As a member of the student council—
Had finally begun to settle in.