"Ah, ah, thank you for so many gifts..." I forcibly stuffed the plastic bag into her hands. The timid secretary seemed too scared to refuse and bowed to thank me. Hey—this won't do—you can't just accept things from strangers—
"Um, President, someone sent a care package..." However, not knowing what to do with the gift she had received, she called out to Iroha, who was sitting inside.
Perhaps the word "care package" caught Iroha's attention. She came over from inside, poked her head out to inspect the bag in the secretary's hands, and her eyes lit up. "Wow—Senpai, you're so thoughtful. Thank you, goodbye, don't let the door hit you on the way out—"
The door slowly closed with a creak. Damn it! The principle of reciprocity was completely useless against Iroha!
I grabbed the nearly shut door and forced a gap open. Then I squeezed my face through it, clinging to her in the manner of Jack Nicholson's famous scene from The Shining.
"Hey? Don't send me off already, okay? What kind of kid takes someone's things and immediately kicks them out..."
Iroha tilted her head slightly. "Really? Did you need something? I didn't."
You were so refreshingly self-centered, Iroha. What? I couldn't come if I had no business? I wouldn't come if I had no business either. So yes, I did have a reason for coming today.
"Iroha, let me use the student council office."
"What?" Iroha tilted her head in the opposite direction this time.
Through the student council office window, I looked down at the courtyard illuminated by the fading glow of the sunset and the cold streetlights.
Students taking part in club activities on the field would pass through the courtyard on their way home. If the Soccer Club showed up, we should be able