The Heroines Want to Confess.

Chapter 87: Fujiwara Chika: "Just let me die already…"

When you want to politely tell someone to stop singing, how do people usually phrase it?

"You're not bad, but can I give it a try?"

"How about I sing the next one?"

"Your voice… isn't bad…"

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But that's "people".

As for secretary Fujiwara when faced with such a situation… it seems she doesn't know how to sugarcoat things.

"Awful! It's so incredibly awful!!"

"It's like rotting animal guts!!"

"And not just any guts — sea cucumber guts!!!"

(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

After hearing Shirogane Miyuki's singing voice, Fujiwara Chika felt like every single one of her nerve cells was trembling!!

"Miyuki-kun!! Please just go back to lip-syncing!! I'm begging you!!"

Chika had fallen into despair.

"I — Fujiwara Chika — am begging you to never sing again!!!"

(っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς)

Earlier, she had walked in and seen the two of them practicing singing. As a naturally gifted musical genius, with a shining record in piano since childhood, Chika initially just covered her mouth and chuckled a little, before naturally showing off her talents.

After she gave a sample performance of a song: [Hmm~ President Shirogane! This is what I've got!]

Immediately after, Sakurai Saki said: [Then how about Secretary Fujiwara give him some lessons?]

…In that situation, would Chika have declined? —The answer is: Not a chance!

She believed the president was a genius. There was no way he could be that bad!

...

A few moments later...

...

"I was wrong!!!" Fujiwara Chika crouched on the floor, clutching her head and screaming.

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

A catastrophic mistake!!!

Now she just wanted to find some earplugs and shove them in!

Why did I even open my mouth to accept this request? Chika, are you out of your mind?

"Spare me, President-san!" Chika squatted on the floor, shaking her head like crazy.

"Your voice sounds exactly like the death screams of innocent civilians when Godzilla destroys the city! Everyone's waiting to die, and I'm the one suffering this divine punishment… Ah, why did I open that door?"

The more she spoke, the more unhinged she became — it was clear she was no longer mentally sound.

Shirogane Miyuki, upon hearing this, awkwardly looked over at Sakurai Saki.

Could his voice really be that bad for her to say all that?

In truth, Shirogane Miyuki wasn't as terrible as Fujiwara Chika made it sound.

After a whole day of practice yesterday, while he couldn't exactly be called "normal," at the very least, there had been some improvement.

Otherwise, Secretary Fujiwara wouldn't be squatting — she'd be sprawled unconscious on the floor by now.

Make no mistake, Shirogane Miyuki's voice truly possessed destructive power.

What? You think a normal person can't sing so badly that others pass out?

Don't tell me you don't believe in singing voices that rival sirens? This "death aria" is on par with Whisper of Eldritch — not something a mere human can withstand.

"Fujiwara-san, are you seriously going to give up? You just said you were determined to whip him into shape." Sakurai Saki used the simplest provocation technique.

It wasn't really that he was trying to trap Chika, mainly...

When someone falls into the water, they instinctively try to pull someone else down with them. That's human nature — it doesn't change easily. If you don't believe it, just think: if one day you forget to do your homework, wouldn't you hope you weren't the only one? That's probably the shameless part of human nature!

In short, Sakurai Saki wasn't about to let Fujiwara Chika escape.

Good things must be shared!

Good things! Must! Be shared!

Sakurai: ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

"Umm… Saki-kun~ good luck, okay?" Fujiwara Chika had no intention of having lunch with Sakurai Saki anymore.

She felt that if she stayed even a second longer, her tiny life wouldn't survive.

"..." Sakurai Saki looked at Chika's figure as she quietly got up and tiptoed toward the door, and once again recalled Shirogane Miyuki's singing voice.

At that moment, the fear of that voice completely overwhelmed any sense of shame in his heart!

He strode forward toward Fujiwara Chika and suddenly grabbed her hand.

Their palms pressed tightly together.

(◠▽◠)っ(⚗◡⚗✿)

Fujiwara Chika froze on the spot, feeling the warmth from his hand spreading into hers. For a moment, her mind nearly went blank.

'H…holding hands…'

A ba a ba~

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

Fujiwara Chika couldn't even move her hand anymore—or rather, she felt like her hand had lost all feeling.

Sakurai Saki pulled Fujiwara Chika—who had lowered her head and didn't dare look at him—back to where they were.

Last time, he noticed that she had wanted to hold his hand. This time, he simply followed her wishes.

"President… thank you." Fujiwara Chika looked toward Shirogane Miyuki and softly spoke her gratitude.

Before Shirogane Miyuki could understand what was happening, Chika continued, "Though your singing really is terrible! No! Extremely terrible! Even worse than Jaian!"

But because you helped me once—

This time, when it comes to singing, I'll definitely help you!

"That's harsh! Jaian's too much, isn't it? I sing better than Jaian!" Shirogane Miyuki clearly had no awareness of how bad his singing really was.

Sakurai Saki & Fujiwara Chika: (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

Are you serious? Comparing you to Jaian is already being generous! You sound like Cthulhu whispering into us's ear!

"You know, Shirogane, confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence will only destroy you." Sakurai Saki said with a sincere tone.

"What Saki-kun means is… President, I don't think you realize just how terrible your singing is." Fujiwara Chika bluntly added.

Right now, her heart felt sweeter than eating candy.

Saki-kun's hand was so big, she couldn't even fully hold it… but it was so warm.

So this is what it's like to hold hands with someone you like~

Chika: ♡♡♡( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)♡♡♡

"Terrible... terrible…" Shirogane Miyuki sat on the floor in despair, drawing circles with his finger on the ground.

"My singing is terrible... I sing terribly…"

For someone as proud as Shirogane Miyuki, after all the musical trauma he had suffered these past few days, this was a complete breakdown.

"Don't worry! Miyuki-kun! I'll train you properly!" Fujiwara Chika comforted him.

Thank you, Shirogane•Cupid•Kaichou!

Originally, Fujiwara Chika thought her first "First Base" moment wouldn't come until after Golden Week, but thanks to this disaster, the schedule was moved up!

Still, she really didn't want to hear Shirogane Miyuki's singing anymore...

"Thank you! Secretary Fujiwara!" Shirogane Miyuki had absolute faith in the musical genius that was Fujiwara Chika!

As long as she was here, his singing could still be saved!

...

...Half an hour later.

...

Fujiwara Chika lay on Sakurai Saki's lap, her eyes vacant.

"Just let me die already… living is too exhausting…"

Shirogane Miyuki looked at her expression and awkwardly scratched his head.

He gave a few dry laughs and said, "Sorry, I guess I'm a little tone-deaf."

"A little?" Fujiwara Chika repeated.

You're calling this "a little"? This is your definition of "a little"?

"Didn't you say you already practiced with Saki-kun since yesterday?! So why… why are you still this horrible?!"

Right now, Fujiwara Chika was like a critical patient lying in bed, entering a moment of "lucid dying breath."

After that explosion of complaints, she had no energy left.

"…Saki-kun… save me." After saying that, Chika closed her eyes.

Just lying on Saki-kun's lap and being lazy for a while was fine too.

Shirogane Miyuki, whatever — none of that mattered anymore.

After all, today she got both the lap pillow and held hands. Everything else could just fade away.

Good night.

"Secretary Fujiwara!!! NOOOOO————!" Shirogane Miyuki screamed.

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Sakurai Saki gently stroked Chika's hair.

And softly whispered, "Let's continue tomorrow, okay?"

(≖⩊≖)

At that, he noticed Fujiwara Chika slightly tremble—

Then resumed playing dead even more seriously.

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