My Story of Falling for the Class President

Blue Middle School Arc Chapter 1: Appointed as Class President (Forced Into It)

Me, a loner, as class president? No way, what are they thinking?

I am Tachibana Sho.

Unfortunately, I don't have any friends in this class.

A few days into middle school, during an early April homeroom, it was decided to select one boy and one girl as class presidents.

This middle school is composed of the same elementary school students from the area, so everyone already knows each other.

With the same familiar faces from elementary school and no changes, the likely candidates for class president are pretty much set.

No one volunteers. So, it comes down to nominations by others.

"I think Tachibana-kun would be good!"

"I also think Tachibana-kun is a good choice!"

Several people raise my name.

Last year, during the first term of sixth grade, I was class president once and realized it really wasn't for me, so I absolutely didn't want to do it again.

I'm the type to retort when teased, and I'd also stand up for kids who couldn't fight back, so the popular kids had their eyes on me.

To begin with, I don't understand why they'd make a loner like me class president, and I can only see a path of hardship ahead. The role requires leadership to unite the class, communication skills, diligence, and a sense of responsibility—none of which I have much of.

A few of the popular kids in class nominate me. Especially Koishi, that loud guy who's so persistent.

I hurriedly spoke up.

'No way, my communication skills are terrible, and I'm not popular, so it's impossible! You all seriously have no eye for talent!'

"It's fine, we'll all support you!"

"There's no one else but Tachibana-kun! We'll help out if anything comes up!"

While the group of popular kids smirk slyly, I'm internally cursing them while stammering excuses.

The irritated teacher says, everyone is suggesting it, so what do you think? We also need to decide on the girl class president...

The pressure is slowly building.

If anyone thinks I'm popular and everyone is nominating me based on this, I question their judgment as a teacher.

The atmosphere suggests that I'm at fault for resisting, as if I'm the one in the wrong, and the pressure intensifies.

Behind the popular kids, Sotomachi is smiling. The top of the caste in this year.

Back in elementary school, he had excellent grades, was handsome, excelled in sports as the soccer club's playmaker, and even served as children's president.

No matter how you look at it, Sotomachi is the one who should be class president in this class.

And yet, that guy is smiling as he watches this scene unfold.

I get it now—this is something he orchestrated.

In a situation where not a single person genuinely thinks I'm the right choice or nominates me sincerely, I'm forced to take on the role of class president.

Even though, in reality, not a single person actually wants me to do it, right?

'What a day!!'

My heartfelt line, inspired by Viking Kotoge-san, is completely ignored by everyone.

As my classmates chat amongst themselves, acting as if me becoming class president is already a done deal, I want to shout that I still haven't come to terms with it.

"Alright, let's decide on the girl class president—any volunteers?"

The classroom falls silent at the teacher's question.

It's hard to volunteer yourself, isn't it?

After a long silence, a voice—not too loud but clear—rings out.

'Yes, if no one else volunteers, I'll step up.'

The one who spoke up was Kashii Reina.

She's been the girl I've admired since childhood.

Known as the most beautiful girl in school, excelling in both academics and sports, she's a multi-talented, perfect girl.