ayase eli, the student council president of otonokizaka high school, has long been an outstanding student and a womanizer.
despite her popularity, she does not have anyone who understands her, except a certain green-eyed beauty, and she has been dri...
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“I’M here to help,” Nozomi said reassuringly as Umi apologised yet again for snapping at her in the nursing room. “Really, it’s fine.”
Slightly unconvinced, Umi remained uptight and kept her shoulders squared, causing Nozomi to sigh and gently take Umi’s hands in hers.
“It’s alright, Sonoda-san,” She said, giving the hermaphrodite a genuine smile. “It just shows how much you care for Ayase-san.”
Startled, Umi fixed her eyes on Nozomi’s shorter frame of five feet and two inches compared to her five feet seven inches, feeling something surge through her.
This is it. I have found her. Umi thought, smiling slightly at the idea. I have found someone who can look after Eli.
“Thank you for the assurance,” she said, her smile growing wider as Nozomi looked relieved. “I think you would do a good job as vice-president to Eli.”
Caught by surprise, Nozomi raised her brows, releasing Umi’s slender hands from her own. “Why’d ya say that?”
“I just know,” Umi smiled politely. “And I think Eli will be glad if you did try for the position the next time around.”
Nozomi nodded modestly. “Maybe. What happened to the vice-president before that?”
“She...” Umi’s copper eyes hardened. “–disappeared for a while last year, then her dead body turned up floating in the lake, her eyes gouged out.”
Nozomi gagged inwardly at the thought, feeling bile rise in her throat.
“Ever since then,” Umi continued, going back to her work at the same time. “The position has been left empty cause everyone is afraid that something bad will happen to them too.”
“Oh,” Nozomi mumbled, not so sure if she was ready to take the position now. “I think I read about this case.”
“You did, now?” Umi probed. I should probably test her a little too. “A gang has been suspected for that murder.”
“Yah,” Nozomi replied. “The White Cloaks, right? That vigilanté gang that everyone admires now.”
Good memory. Umi noted. “That is right.”
“To be honest,” Nozomi continued, her features hardening as she filed some papers. “I don’t understand why they are gaining so much popularity. I don’t like what they do. Technically, they are still murderers. No matter if they kill bad people or good people.”
