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“I’m not a hoarder, but I really wanna keep you.”
Kirari followed the familiar voice deeper into the restroom. In front of the mirror she found Midari pointing gun shaped hands at her reflection.
“Yeah, that would definitely work on Yumeko,” she nodded approvingly.
Ever curious, Kirari asked, “What would work?”
The taller girl faced her. “Oh, hey, Prez. Just testing out some pick up lines.”
Kirari tilted her head. “Pick up lines?”
This new topic captured her interest. She was glad for it, too. She listened to Midari explain the uses of these so called pick up lines. It was much better than listening to the teacher drone on about the history of the country.
She spent the rest of the class in the bathroom learning how to “pick up chicks”, as Midari had said. Apparently it was a way to entice girls to become romantically involved with you. The ones the council member used as examples were brilliant. The play on words was, in Kirari’s opinion, unique. They were certainly more appealing than the men that approached her with the intention of proposing a marriage deal.
She wonders what Sayaka would think. Would she succumb to her charm if she were to use them on her secretary?
Kirari looked to the long list she and Midari had found on her phone. There were some very interesting ones, some she didn’t understand, but she would make sure to test them later.
All too soon, the bell announcing the end of the class rang through the school. It seems she had lost track of time, but it was no matter. She was the president. It wasn’t as if anyone would say anything.
The two council members exited the bathroom and parted ways, both seeking to find their respective targets.
***
Kirari sipped at the warm tea in front of her. Lunch was a welcome break during the day, though there wasn’t much she actually accomplished by daydreaming in class. There was no gambling or games. There was no fun . It was why Kirari looked so forward to their lunch. With a full hour between classes, she could do anything. She could gamble her entire family away if she wanted, but as entertaining as that would be, she prefered spending it with one person.
The room was quiet, the perfect environment to work. It was all Sayaka needed to focus. Her eyes were set on the papers in front of her. They were covered in numbers and symbols. Her mind was quick to solve the problems, spending no longer than a few minutes on each. It was like a routine for her, almost. She barely thought, she just knew. It was certainly impressive.
It was times like these that Kirari allowed herself to freely admire her secretary. While Sayaka lost herself in a world of numbers, Kirari simply stared. Ririka had brought it up once, telling her how creepy it was to find her looking at her secretary like that so often, but it wasn’t as if Sayaka could control just how cute she looked when she was so deep in concentration. Her motions were almost robotic, barely pausing to think. Even her face was blank, as if reading words off a page and not solving equations more complex than ones that were taught or even tested on.
However, it wasn’t her expressionless face that Kirari loved. It was the tiny, satisfied smile that appeared every few minutes or the tiny pout when she became stuck for a few seconds that caught Kirari’s attention. Sayaka’s various expressions were truly delightful and Kirari cherished them deeply.
But while she loved her smiles, she also loved her blush.
“You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.”
The pen paused, its point resting on the paper. Sayaka looked up from her work to meet Kirari’s playful gaze. Her mind struggled to comprehend what she had just heard.
Kirari giggled at Sayaka’s puzzled look, marvelling at her furrowed brow and downturned lips. It was almost as adorable as seeing her flustered face.
“President, I think you should spend more time doing your math than with me,” Sayaka said carefully, not wanting to upset Kirari. She never wanted to upset Kirari.
Fascinating.
It wasn’t the reaction she had anticipated.
Kirari thought back to the long list of pick up lines she and Midari had looked over earlier. She had memorized a few using mathematical terminology. Kirari herself wasn’t too familiar with many of them, but she had been certain Sayaka would understand. She was not prepared to be met with confusion.
Maybe she should use something more straightforward.
She tried again.
“I’m not being obtuse, but you’re acute.”
The sound of plastic meeting wood resonated around the room as the pen was placed down firmly. “I never said you were obtuse, President!”
Kirari blinked. She certainly wasn’t the one being obtuse at the moment. She probably should not have used one that insulted herself.
“I was just saying that maybe you should spend less time with me since I am apparently a distraction,” she continued. “And the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus is very important when it comes to derivatives and integrals. It is a very simple concept that you should know.”
Sayaka started explaining the theorem and why it was so important. It seemed endless. Sayaka truly was brilliant, but it reminded Kirari of her own teachers.
She tuned out Sayaka’s rant as a vision of her secretary standing at the front of the class appeared in her mind. Sayaka would surely make a good teacher. She was very thorough in everything she did. But she wouldn’t be teaching at some high school. Her vision was altered so that Sayaka stood at the front of a large lecture hall, wearing her glasses and dressed sharply in a nice skirt and blouse. Kirari smiled. She would always take Sayaka’s class if she were to see her like that all the time.
“...help you if you need it, Kirari, but you need to put in the work yourself.”
The older girl returned to the present at the sound of her name. Her dream of Sayaka as a teacher vanished, replaced by the younger version in her uniform.
Kirari stood from her place at the head of the table and cupped Sayaka’s cheeks gently. “Oh, Sayaka… you’re sweeter than pi.”
Sayaka’s mind was running rampant. Kirari was talking in riddles again and she was sure she wasn’t even listening to her just now. She couldn’t decipher what exactly she meant by any of it. And she was oddly using mathematical terms instead of her usual metaphors about fish and aquariums. It was very strange. Too strange not to be concerning.
“Kirari, are you ill? Do you need to see a doctor?” Sayaka felt her forehead. No fever.
Kirari took her hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “Of course not.”
“Then please tell me what you meant when you said I’m acute and sweeter then—oh.”
Kirari smiled at the blush that finally made its appearance. Sayaka turned away, embarrassed.
How dense could she be? Kirari even used expressions she was well versed in.
Kirari hugged her from behind. Sayaka felt the lips against her neck. “How about I plug my solution into your equation later?”
The council room suddenly felt a tad too warm. The secretary nodded. “Just don’t bring up the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus next time.”
“Wonderful.” Kirari pulled away and walked to the large doors. Ironically, she had her math class next. “I will see you at the meeting later, Sayaka.” She paused in the open doorway. “If only you were my graphing calculator. I would stare at your curves all day long.” Kirari held up her hands, mimicking the motion she had seen Midari do, before letting the large doors close behind her.
Sayaka sat in her seat frozen, still reeling from the president’s strange wooing tactics and uncharacteristic finger guns.