I'm sitting at the school gate today as usual, watching for any unruly students... Ah, there she is, my favorite junior. Watching her stand before me, fidgeting and twisting her body nervously, is just too cute for words.

...Where's your uniform?

When I ask that one simple question and watch you scramble to make all sorts of excuses, I can't help but love you. Others probably think you're the one dominating me... As if a cutie like you could ever devour anyone.

...Your skirt is short, too.

Seeing you get flustered and try to pull your skirt down at my remark almost makes me burst out laughing. I really don't know how you can be this adorable.

...Where's your bag?

Watching you give me a mountain of excuses for my questions makes me think sometimes: I'm glad I joined the student council. Even though our first meeting wasn't nearly this sweet.

Come to the back of the school after class. Got it?

The sight of your back as you bow deeply, nod, and head into the school building is so precious. Ah... I wonder how I should pay you back later~...

After closing the gates and reporting to the teacher, I'm walking toward the classroom—oh? Look at my junior... sitting in that delinquent posture again.

I give her a pointed look as I walk past. The moment our eyes meet, she immediately fixes her posture and sits properly. It's almost like... watching a well-behaved puppy, isn't it?

With a faint smile, I walk away leisurely, mouthing the words to her.

Make sure you come later. Okay, junior? Hehe.