Nice one, Kuma-chan!

“But Aika-chan, isn’t the festival supposed to be at the end of the year?” Sawada asked.

“Yes, but we don’t have time to lose!” Aika Murakami replied.

“But president, why would you do that…”

“WHAT?”

“Aaan…” he looked away, “I-It’s just that t-the festival i-is at the end of the year because of the cultural day! H-How can you do it so early? Don’t you have to take care of other student-council-related business?”

“KOIKE-KUN, if you haven’t realized it, this school don’t follow the regular rules, and besides…” she then whispered: “...we have to do something to move this slow plot forward, you know? We need this cultural festival, and we can’t just jump so many months.”

“Oh, that’s right…”

“Anyway, I don’t think we’ll be able to call it Cultural Festival.” Sawada looked at Murakami.

“Hmm…” the student council president straightened her glasses, “That’s probably true… do you have any ideas, Umiko?”

“Hmm… not yet.”

“KOIKE-KUN?”

“N-Not yet ma’am, but I-I’ll think of something right away!”

“Huh?” Murakami tited her head. She didn't understand why the boy was acting weirdly, but she decided to let it go and turn to her last hope: “What about you, Kuma-chan?”

They all stared at the b… at Kuma-chan.

“...” she didn’t move or reply.

“Is this girl serious?”

“I see…” Murakami continued, “Not even you Kuma-chan? It is indeed a diff…”

The sound of glass shattering interrupted her. A tennis ball somehow made its way through the student council’s window, whooshing in the direction of Kuma-chan’s face, who promptly jumped out of the way, leaving Koshiro to be the target.

“Aaargh!” the boy screamed when the ball hit his face, forcing him to fall to the ground.

“Are you alright!??” Sawada and Murakami exclaimed at the same time.

“N-Not… really…” his pupils were shaking from the impact, “But… wait, you were talking to her?” he looked at the other two helping Kuma-chan.

“Koike-kun?!” Murakami looked at him, “What are you doing ON THE GROUND?”

“Koshiro?” Sawada turned to him after helping Kuma-chan. “Koshiro, are you alright?” she asked timidly.

“Well, not really…” he rubbed his face, “Ouch…”

“Hmm…” Murakami’s eyes were looking down on Koshiro as if saying “Get up RIGHT NOW, aren’t you a MAN?”

“O-Okay!” Koshiro stood up with a jump.

“Huh?” Murakami tilted her head, “Anyway, if you’re truly fine Koike-kun…” she started to ponder, “...I like your idea Kuma-chan, what do you think Umiko?”

“Hmm… it should work.”

“What are those two talking about?” Koshiro stared at Kuma-chan. “Kuma-chan gave an idea?”

“Precisely, she did it just now.” Murakami answered while picking the ball from the floor.

“Dodging the ball and leaving it to Koshiro idiot!” Sawada exclaimed, happily.

“What? Dodge the ball and leaving it to me is the idea?”

“Huh? DIDN’T YOU REALIZE?”

“E-Ee… I-I just didn’t k-know that we had a tennis team on our school!” Koshiro smiled awkwardly and looked away while scratching his head.

“Well, we do have one!” Sawada started.

“But this was from Ball Club.” Murakami completed as she showed the tennis ball to Koshiro.

“Okay then…”

“So!” the president shouted confidently, “As Kuma-chan pointed out, we should use the large number of clubs from Obaka High to our advantage!”

“Did you really get this from a dodge?”

“Nice one, Kuma-chan!” Sawada hugged her.

Murakami nodded a couple of times: “It’s decided! Koike-kun will continue to spy and report to us, and I’ll talk to the principal to see if we can do this Club Festival!” she then darted out of the room.

“Ugh.” Koshiro sighed, “I guess there’s nothing I can do… but maybe this can give me some inspiration...”

***

“Just so you know, I bought your medicine today, so everything is ready for next Saturday.” Koshiro said to Scar after verifying the condition of her carrier.

“Grrr.” Scar growled, “I hate to take those things, but if it is what it takes to visit Sumiye-chan…”

“Yes, if you wanted to travel normally you should do better on trains.”

“I know, I know… but it’s not like it’s my fault! Cute bodies like mine don’t deal well with superspeed.”

“Sadly so…” Koshiro sighed, “Either way, now I’ll write on my inspiration book…”

“Your diary.” Scar corrected him.

“My inspiration book…”

“Diary.”

“Insp…”

“Diary.” Scar meowed and then turned around, “But whatever, I don’t care, just make sure to put the right day.”

“Right day? What do you mean?” the boy looked puzzled.

“Well, the last time this thing appeared was in Chapter 9, and we had some time jumps since then…” Scar explained, “If you put the wrong day people will notice the holes in the timeline.”

“Hmm…” Koshiro held his chin and pondered, “I guess that you’re right, but couldn’t they just gloss over it?”

“Maybe. But I wouldn’t count on that.”

“What about blaming me for my idiocy?”

“That’s the most probable outcome.”

“Aargh.” Koshiro frowned, “Handling a timeline is so difficult...” “Thank you very much, Scar.”

“You’re welcome!” she left the room.

“Hmm… take care with the timeline…” Koshiro thought while picking his dia… his Inspiration book:

Day… it’s a day, after the last and before the next… JUST GET OUT OF MY BACK! it’s the day that the president ordered me to be a spy.

Well, I don’t have many ideas… club isn’t much of a help…

Shimizu was the one to scream at Hirata today.

The secondary characters attack again??! I have a spy job now…

Why do we have a Ball club? Maybe Answer club can clue me in on that... Anyway, now we have some type of Club festival early in the year, I guess.

Everyone seems fine… unless the next chapters say otherwise.

I should focus! All this weird stuff should make my creativity come to life!

***

“Are you alone again?” a voice asked from behind Kuma-chan.

“Apparently, I’m not anymore.” Koshiro turned to the inflatable bear near him. He was eating his lonely Anpan in the same spot as on his first day of school, “What about you, Sawada-san?”

“I’m not Sawada-san! I’m Kuma-chan!” the voice protested, “But I heard this Sawada is really cute, even though she’s very tall and has normal eyes.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Of course!”

“Nice, but I can still see you from behind the be… from behind her, Sawada.”

“Aaah!” Umiko Sawada jumped from behind the b… from behind Kuma-chan and screamed at Koshiro: “Koshiro you idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot! Why can’t you play along?!” she was sulking.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I don’t see a point in doing it.”

“Hum!” she frowned and pouted.

Koshiro ignored the girl and continued to munch his Anpan until he realized that the girl was looking at it like a hungry dog.

“What is it?” he stopped for a moment and turned to the girl.

“Nothing!” she deviated her eyes right away.

“Hmm… okay then.” Koshiro’s attention returned to his lunch. “What? Do you want some?” he asked after noticing Sawada’s gaze again.

“Of course not!” she looked away again.

Koshiro once again looked at the Anpan, but after a few seconds: “Aargh!” he sighed, “If you want some, you just have to ask!” he tore the rest of the food in two and stretched one of the parts to Sawada.

“Huh?!” she stepped back, “I-I’m not hungry!”

GROWL her stomach denounced her.

“Huh??!” Sawada jumped with the sound, “W-What? I’m not hungry! Besides, is it really alright to… iasgrre...”

She was interrupted by Koshiro shoving the entire food on her mouth, “Just eat it.” for some reason this reminded him of a long red hair…

“Hmm..” the girl grabbed the rest of the Anpan and started to munch it slowly, “It’s… delicious…”

“I’m sorry Sawada, but you do look like a child.” Koshiro observed her eating.

“What is it, you pervert?” she scowled at him.

Koshiro sighed, “I was just thinking of what you told me last time we met here.”

“Huh? What… do you… mean?” Sawada asked between munches.

“You said that you liked to be alone, but that’s actually a lie, right?”

“...” the girl stared at him for several seconds without saying anything.

“Sawada-san?”

“Huh?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Hmm... eee...”

“It's not that difficult. Just tell me you don't like being alone.”

“No one likes being alone.” she said with a low voice while a shadow was cast on her face.

“Duh!" Koshiro frowned, "But you still come here all by yourself.”

“I’m not alone! I..."

"Why aren't you with the president? Why don't you eat with her? You seemed like good friends."

"She's always busy with the council..."

"Wow, you can't text each other and agree to eat together?"

"I can't..."

"What? Stop saying nonsen..."

"I don't have a phone."

"Huh?" "What type of kid doesn't have a phone these days?"  "Anyway, you can definitely agree to eat together at the tea parties."

"At lunch she's busy! Besides..."

"Besides what? I don't think she does much at the student council."

"Shut up! I'm not alone anymore! I’m always with Kuma-ch…”

"The inflatable bear?"

"SHE'S A PRECIOUS FRIEND OF MINE! She does more good than you'll ever do in your life, you idiot!" after screaming at Koshiro the girl turned around and ran.

“Aargh, she always needs to do that?” Koshiro sighed and looked at Kuma-chan.

"It's your fault for being an idiot. You should hurry and do your job!"

"Wait, did you just..."

"Koshiro..."

"Huh?" the boy turned his gaze to the voice, "Sawada?"

"I'm just doing this because it's natural for a princess!" Sawada lifted the sides of her skirt and bowed saying "Thank you for the food." with a pout. The girl then bolted out of the place for good, dragging Kuma-chan with her. 

"Okay..." Koshiro observed the girl leave and then got up to go to the school building himself, not realizing that someone was looking at them from above: Hayami Takayama.

“Humpf, so he’s a lolicon after all.” Hayami concluded, “Well, that's good to know! That rat has to keep his distance from me..."