Chapter 4

Yuzu senpai is cute.

Twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year, through all four seasons, for all eternity, she is cute.

Yuzu senpai yesterday was cute, too.

Since I was acting as her chair, I couldn’t see her face while she read, but it was a very good day because I got to discover a new kind of cuteness.

“A-Ah, hello Kido-kun… You’re early today, too?”

“Senpai!”

That’s why today is a good day, too.

Yuzu senpai walked into the literature club room and, for some reason, was moving her matching arm and leg forward at the same time, which was also cute.

Every single day, I discover a new kind of cuteness.

Her cuteness is infinite.

“Eh, a-ah, what? The chair is…”

“Oh, my friend in the baseball club said it was fine now, so I put it back.”

“H-He-e… I-I see… Huh… A-Ah, thanks…”

“Not at all, leave something like this to me!”

Yuzu senpai thanked me.

I didn’t do it just to get thanked, and Yuzu senpai’s behavior seemed a bit strange, but being praised makes me happy.

“W-Well then, shall we… start club activities today, too?”

With those words, Yuzu senpai placed her school bag on the desk.

And plop.

Right onto my.

Lap.

Sat down.

“S-Se-se-se-senpai?! W-Wh-wh-wh-why are you sitting on my lap again today, oooh, Kido-kun?”

Calm down, I need to calm down.

The surprise physical contact cuteness was about to make my brain break.

What do you mean, “plop,” what do you mean “plop” ????

That’s way too cute.

Wait, what even is physical contact cuteness.

…Let’s calm down, first of all, let’s just calm down.

The literature club—yes, this is the literature club.

The literature club room is long and narrow. As you enter the entrance, there are six desks.

Yes, six.

They are arranged in two rows facing each other, three desks overlapping in a rectangular shape.

In other words, it’s a three-on-three setup.

Since the only members of the literature club are me and Yuzu senpai, our usual style is to luxuriously use the middle facing each other.

Yet right now, Yuzu senpai chose neither her usual spot nor any other spot, but my lap instead.

Why would you do that?! That’s way too cute! Someone’s going to die! Me, that is!

While I was in a state of inner panic, how would Yuzu senpai’s response turn out?

The person in question, Yuzu senpai, looked blankly bewildered, gazing up at my face right from on top of my lap.

The critical limit of my cuteness capacity was near.

“…Uwaaheee?!”

It was a scream.

It was a strange type of scream.

The one who exploded first was Yuzu senpai.

Thinking that even that was cute made me realize she was a genius.

“A-Awawa, awawawawawawa…!”

She was flustered.

She was really, truly flustered.

Remaining seated right on top of my lap, she was panicking.

Yuzu senpai’s flustered, bright red, cute profile was right before my eyes.

That’s right, today she wasn’t facing backward; she was sitting sideways.

I might actually die from Yuzu senpai’s cuteness today.

Or perhaps this is heaven, and I am already dead.

“K-K-K-Kido-kun!”

“What is it?!”

I came back to life.

Because Yuzu senpai was calling me.

This wasn’t the time to be dead.

“…Y-You’re my chair, aren’t you?!”

“Yes!”

I am your chair, at your service.

“T-Th-the-then… then there’s no problem, right?!”

“Of course!”

That’s right, there’s no problem.

“Alright! I-In that case, let’s get on with club activities!”

“Understood!”

There’s no problem, right?

Yuzu senpai is cute, so yep, no problem at all.

And so today, club activities began once more with Yuzu senpai sitting right on my lap.