After all, it was Akira Fujimiya who paid for everything, and even the electricity bill would eventually be charged to him.
Soon, Yukinoshita Yukino's driver arrived at the campus together with several porters.
They carried in a refrigerator, a sofa, and even an assortment of fruits, desserts, snacks, and drinks.
"Where's the bill?" Akira asked calmly.
"Here," the female driver replied, handing him the paperwork.
Akira gave it a brief glance before returning it to her.
She carefully stored it away again. This was her first time assisting Akira directly. Although she had paid the bill herself, she already understood one truth: Akira would never default on a payment.
A nearby Soubu High security guard observed the entire situation with uncertainty. He wasn't sure whether something like this fell within the authority of the Student Council or not.
But since the Student Council often handled internal administrative matters, he hesitated to interfere — less trouble meant a calmer day for him.
The sofa was set into the corner of the room, the refrigerator placed properly, and all snacks and beverages stored neatly inside.
Once done, the porters and the driver left together.
The security guard cast one more glance into the Student Council office before turning away — he preferred not to get involved with troublesome situation.
Akira waited until the guard disappeared from sight before entering the room.
Isshiki Iroha immediately brightened up the moment she enter — anticipation sparkling in her eyes as she stare at Akira.
"If you don't start eating dessert soon, it'll go bad," Akira commented casually as he walked toward the Student Council President's seat.
"Senpai, which one would you like?" Isshiki responded instantly, opening the refrigerator the second she heard his voice — quick to please.
At the same time, Shiromeguri Meguri, who had been quietly watching from the side, hesitated only slightly before selecting one dessert that appeared the least expensive out of them.
Isshiki, however, took whichever one looked the most delicious without a shred of restraint — classic Isshiki.
"The Student Council only needs five people to function properly," Akira explained. "Including you two, I already have three candidates in mind."
"Eh? And what about you, Senpai?" Isshiki blinked in confusion.
"I am the Vice President," Akira said flatly. "I will not be responsible for day-to-day tasks. My only duty is to stocking what is in that refrigerator and paying the bills."
"Senpai, you…"
Isshiki wanted to argue, that Vice-president shouldn't behave like that— but the dessert in her hand reminded her of reality.
She swallowed her protest in silence, as she continue eating it.
Shiromeguri Meguri could only smile awkwardly.
This wasn't exactly how she imagined it to be when he accepted the role.
"The Student Council doesn't have many obligations," Akira continued, "but I want ours to take more initiative. For example — improving the cafeteria, resolving issues in the Gardening and Cooking Clubs, and addressing animal-raising concerns. There are also stray cats near Soubu High. We can take them in and care for them properly."
For a brief moment, Yukinoshita Yukino's gentle smile seemed to cross his mind.
'Yukino would be happy, and Yui would be able to improve her cooking' He added inwardly.
"Ah… Senpai, there aren't any stray cats near Soubu High. We're so far from residential districts and—"
Isshiki's explanation died instantly when she felt Akira's gaze.
"If I say there are," Akira replied with a calm,
"then there are."
"…Yes. Senpai."
Isshiki's voice was small, aggrieved — but obedient.
Akira then turned toward Meguri with faint amusement.
"President Shiromeguri — if you can't find a stray cat, then I permit you to dress up as one."
Meguri froze.
"…"
Her polite smile stiffened as she look at him— a silent plea for mercy.
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Tennis Court — Afternoon,
Smack!
The sharp sound of rackets striking balls echoed throughout the sports grounds.
Akira and Totsuka Saika were locked in a fierce rally.
Saika was considered the ace of Soubu High's Tennis Club, trained well enough to join major tournaments.
But there was a vast difference between participating and winning.
Against Akira —
He never stood a chance.
Akira's enhanced memory allowed him to record every movement in Saika's body. Every shift in weight, every swing angle — nothing escaped him.
Add to that his ever-increasing physical capabilities…
The gap between them only widened as the match continued.
Finally, the match ended with Akira hardly breaking a sweat.
He still had enough stamina left to take on Hikigaya Hachiman again if he wanted, but he instead walked toward the net.
"If you want to rank high in future tournaments," Akira said, "find me online footage of professional tennis players — the best you can. I'll analyze every detail and train you to become a true competitor."
"!!!" Saika eyes widen, " Fujimiya-kun, Thank you!"
Saika's voice was filled with excitement and anticipation.
Someone who trained for years had just been surpassed by a boy who needed only weeks — if that didn't prove Akira's talent, nothing would.
"No need for thanks between us," Akira replied lightly, "we're friends." As he turned and started walking.
Saika watched his back as he walked toward the bench. A warm feeling spread through Saika's chest.
Next to him, Hachiman stepped over and said quietly,
"You should go rest for now. Since he said he'll train you, he definitely will. You'll become stronger."
"…Yeah. Thank you, Hachiman."
Saika smiled — soft and bright.
Hachiman's heart stuttered.
He quietly vowed:
I will protect this smile.
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Meanwhile, from a short distance away, Hayama Hayato observed the trio.
Hachiman and Saika always seemed close.
A bit too close, perhaps?
His expression stiffened slightly as his imagination ran in uncomfortable directions, before he look away.
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Akira sat down on a nearby bench.
Isshiki Iroha slipped beside him and offered him a canned drink.
"Senpai~, Here!"
"Thanks," he replied and took it without resistance.
As he drank, Isshiki slowly leaned closer — subtle, cautious, trying a different tactic today.
She was determined to leave an impression.
Maybe even create a misunderstanding—
Which she absolutely wouldn't mind correcting later, with her usual Iroha Isshiki style~!
Just when she thought she was in perfect position—
Akira glanced at her, reached out casually…
And pulled her close with one arm.
Isshiki froze, mind blank.
"S-Senpai… your hand…"
Her cheeks turned bright scarlet.
"My hands act on their own sometimes," Akira answered, eyes fixed on the court.
"…!!"
Isshiki's thoughts spun into chaos.
What did he mean — his hand has a will of its own?
Was it some kind of demon hand?
{T/N: hahaha, I remember that he was also thinking about creating — Parasyte, wish he would have, I might have change the dialogue them 😂}
She desperately wanted to run away…
But she also knew leaving would mean losing to him again.
And she refused to be defeated.
So she inched even closer, breathing in subtly, her nose twitch as she a caught a unique smell.
"Senpai… are you wearing perfume?" she whispered, curiously.
"Really?"
Akira finally turned to face her.
Their eyes met — too close, too sudden.
Saika who was watching them frozen.
What are they doing!!!?
From Saika's angle, it looked as if the two were on the verge of kissing.
Isshiki's heart pounded wildly — like a deer sprinting for its life.
She lowered her gaze instinctively.
"You lost again," Akira murmured into her ear.
As he released her, stood up, and walked away without looking back.
Isshiki remained frozen for a moment before slowly lifting her head, face glowing red.
"Next time… I won't lose again, Senpai…"
She clenched her fists, determined as ever.
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Akira did not return to Sakurasou immediately after school.
Instead, He walked toward Yukino's car where her driver was waiting for him by the gate.
After he got into the car, he spoke calmly:
"Take me to Flash Animation."
The driver nodded, starting the engine without question.
When they drove past a bank, Akira asked her to stop.
She watched from inside the car as he walked into the building alone.
When he returned a few minutes later — hands empty — she blinked in surprise but said nothing.
Akira walked inside the car, taking out the Bank card.
"There's one million yen in this," Akira said, handing her a bank card once he was inside again. "After deducting the cost from today, keep an additional one hundred thousand yen. I'll rely on you again in the future."
"Master Akira… that's too much…"
She looked uneasy, almost guilty.
"Take it. You've earned it. Originally, I intended to replace your service, but Yukino said she still needed you — so this is your bonus."
The driver lowered her head, voice soft.
"Madam asked me some questions before. I… may not have answered the full truth. I know the Second Young Lady has suffered a lot. Meeting you must be a wonderful thing for her."
Akira didn't react strongly to her confession.
"You'll learn, over time, what to say — and what not to say."
"Understood, Master Akira."
She accepted the card without another word — understanding the warning perfectly.
They continued toward the animation studio.
...
Half an hour later —
Flash Animation office building.
As soon as Akira stepped out of the car, Hanada Yui and Sada Kanae hurried over.
"Fujimiya-kun! Welcome!"
He had not come merely to visit.
This was for the future — for Future Animation, their new studio.
The location had already been secured.
The staff had been selected.
Everything was ready to begin.
"Where is the location?" Akira asked.
"To make management easier, I rented a small office building nearby."
Kanae pointed toward a building in the distance.
Akira estimated the distance — less than 500 meters in a straight line, but real roads and structures would make the walk longer.
"Take me there," he said.
Kanae drove. Hanada sat in the passenger seat.
Akira relaxed in the back, watching the cityscape shift around them.
Everything was moving forward — toward a future he fully intended to shape.
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