A quick talk with the student council president.

“Okay, that’s it for today’s meeting.” Monica, the student council president, says.

You finish typing the minute on her laptop, click save and quickly scan the document for any typos.

“David,” The president’s voice calling you breaks your focus. You look at her.

“Yes?”

“Can you stay for a little bit? There’s something I want to talk to you about.” She sounds serious, but not angry or frustrated, so you figure you haven’t done anything wrong.

“Okay.” You tell her. You only hope she makes it quick. You want to check on Anzu and the others. Hopefully the girls were able to take some load off of Anzu’s back.

The rest of the student council leaves with cheerful goodbyes. Not to sing your own praises, but things have been going smoothly since you started helping out. Soon, you’re alone in the room with Monica.

“What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Before that, let me thank you on behalf of the school.” She says solemnly. “You’ve been a great help to the student council, and your work here has made it easier for us to focus on fixing things that really matter. The bathrooms are getting fixed, walls are getting repainted and some doors are getting replaced. Thanks to you, the process has gone very smoothly.”

“Just trying to do my job the best I can.” You nod, accepting the praise.

“But it seems you’ve been doing more than that for the school.” She grins. “I’ve noticed, of course. You somehow stopped the school’s biggest bullies from continuing their… activities and even sent them to be the teachers’ assistants. That’s one less thing to worry about. I don’t know how you tamed those three, but you have my thanks.”

You smile wryly at those last words. “I know they have a reputation around school, but I’d appreciate you don’t treat my girlfriends as if they’re wild animals. That said, it’s not like I don’t get it, so I won’t say much more than that.”

“Okay, that last comment was uncalled for. I apologize.” Monica says sincerely. “I still find it amazing that they’ve changed so much over the last few months. They may not say it, but quite a few people are thankful to you for stopping their bullying spree. Wait!”

Monica suddenly stands up from her seat, hands on the table and looking at you with worry.

“They’re not forcing you to do anything, are they!?”

“What? Oh. No, not at all.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about that. We just had many talks over time and, well, now we’re together. We’re growing up.”

“I-I see.” Monica sighs in relief.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?” You ask, ready to head out.

“There’s… one more thing. Something more… personal.” She says, suddenly sounding bashful. Her cheeks are getting red and she’s looking at the floor.

…

Oh no.

You haven’t checked her score at all! She’s not… in love with you, is she!? You haven’t spoken much to her outside of school! You already promised to keep your harem to eleven women! W-Will you be able to say no?

Goddammit!

“W-What is it?” You ask, swallowing hard.

“You see…” She takes a deep breath. “Like many other girls here, I’ve only ever been to all-girl schools. I’ve had minimal contact with guys.”

“Y-Yeah?”

She nods slowly, still looking down at the ground to avoid your eyes.

“So… I wanted to ask you something.” She says, nervously.

“S-Sure.” You nod. Your heart is racing.

“You’re actually the guy closest to me. I’ve gotten to know you a little better, too, so…” She swallows. “Can I ask you for some advice?”

Advice?

“Advice?” You voice your thoughts, all your nervousness suddenly replaced with curiosity.

She nods and fidgets in place. “You see, I started taking these piano lessons. The guy teaching me is only a couple of years older than me, and, well…”

…

Oh.

Ooooooooooooh.

Well, now you feel stupid. And very much relieved. Enough that you have to hold back your laughter, causing Monica to eye you with annoyance.

“H-Hey! W-Why are you laughing!?”

“Sorry! Sorry!” You say, waving your hands. “It’s just… Ahahaha! You made me nervous for a moment there.”

“W-Why!?” She says, eyes widening.

“I thought you were going to confess to me.” You admit, letting out a heavy, relieved and content sigh.

“W-Why would I confess to you? We’ve hardly even spoken outside of school matters!” She says, her face now getting completely red.

“Sorry, but the way you were talking and your body language made me think that.” You grin.

She frowns and crosses her arms. “You seem a little too relieved that it wasn’t a confession. What? Am I not good enough for you?”

You swallow the first answer that comes to your mind. Telling her that you were worried because you didn’t know if you’d be able to say no might be counterproductive. But you also don’t want to get her self-esteem down.

“That’s not the issue here. I’m relieved because, as you know, I already have eight girlfriends.” Officially speaking. “And they might yell at me if I try to make a move on someone else.” You laugh.

“R-Right.” She says, looking down at the floor nervously again.

“So the issue is not whether or not you’re good enough for me, but whether or not you can catch the interest of your piano teacher, right?” You grin.

“Y-yeah.” She nods slowly. “I… really don’t know who else to ask. You obviously have a lot of experience in this matter, so…”

“Alright. I’m game.” You nod. You then look at your phone and see the time. “Does it have to be now, though? I need to go to the nurse’s office to check on Anzu and the others.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I should’ve asked if you had time!” Monica says, looking apologetic. “Yes, we can leave it for another time.”

“Great. Again, sorry for laughing. I know from experience this is a very serious matter to you. I don’t know how much I can help, but I’ll try the best I can.”

Monica gives you a big smile. “Thank you.”

With one last goodbye and the promise to meet at the nearby coffee shop on the following days, you leave the classroom and head to the nurse’s office.