Class Representative
After homeroom started, we had to decide on the class representatives and other roles for the second semester—but the first task of picking the class representative wasn’t going smoothly.
No one wanted to volunteer for the position.
After all, being a class representative is mostly just a title.
The job mainly involves small tasks like picking up handouts from the teacher and leading the class in greetings at the start and end of lessons.
Sometimes, you also facilitate discussions during decision-making, so it’s basically just glorified busywork. No wonder no one wanted to do it.
(I figured I’d wait to see if anyone stepped up, but since no one did… fine, I’ll do it.)
My five years of battles had taught me to truly appreciate the value of a peaceful daily life.
I’d also come to understand how precious it is to go to school as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In the other world Orphermaus, drained of resources after its fierce battles with the Demon King, children as young as twelve were considered valuable labor. They were forced into work like farming or munitions production.
So now that I could enjoy a peaceful student life again, I wanted to take on roles like class representative and be more involved.
“Alright! If no one else is interested, I’d like to do it.”
Sitting in the far corner of the classroom, I raised my hand with unusual enthusiasm, and all eyes turned to me.
Everyone looked at me like, What’s up with this guy?
“Oh, Oda, huh? You seem a bit different from before the break. Alright, if no one else wants it, we’ll let Oda take the role. Any other volunteers?”
The homeroom teacher said this, but of course, no one objected.
After all, being the class representative is just a hassle, and no sane high schooler would volunteer for it.
Everyone’s looks practically said, Please, be my guest.
And so, I officially became the class representative of Class 5-1.
“I’m Oda, your new class representative. I’ll do my best to make sure everyone has a great school life this semester. Looking forward to working with you.”
After giving a short introduction in front of the class, I took over as the host of the homeroom session from the teacher.
“Next, we need to decide on the other representatives and roles. Are there any volunteers for vice-representative? According to the rules, if the representative is male, the vice-representative must be female.”
To be honest, I couldn’t help but wonder if this rule felt a bit outdated in today’s world of political correctness.
But practically speaking, there are separate classes for boys and girls in subjects like PE, and girls also face unique issues, so I think the distinction makes sense.
Still, when I asked, all the girls in the class lowered their gazes to their desks.
(Well, that’s no surprise—it’s just extra work, after all. Or maybe they’re afraid that if they make eye contact with me, I’ll call on them?)
Of course, I didn’t have that kind of authority. If no one volunteered, we’d just decide by lottery.
(Or maybe they just don’t want to work with me. I mean, from their perspective, I’m that introvert who suddenly decided to make a high school debut out of nowhere this semester. It’s only natural they’d hesitate.)
On the other hand, if the representative were someone like Date-kun, the leader of the boys’ extrovert group and a first-year regular on the basketball team, the girls would probably be lining up to volunteer.
(In that sense, maybe someone else would’ve been a better fit for the job. But it’s too late now.)
Just as I was lost in thought,
“Alright, I’ll volunteer.”
Out of nowhere, Hasumi-san raised her hand.
“Wait, Hasumi-san’s going to be the vice-representative?”
“If Hasumi-san’s doing it, I don’t mind being the class representative!”
“Me too, me too!”
“Oda, switch with me!”
The classroom immediately buzzed with excitement, especially among the extrovert boys, after Hasumi-san—one of the prettiest girls in our grade—volunteered.
But since this wasn’t just a student-only discussion and the teacher was present, the decision wasn’t going to change. With no other volunteers, Hasumi-san officially became the vice-representative.
“Alright, next we’ll assign the other roles. I’ll handle the hosting, and Hasumi-san, could you write everyone’s roles on the board so it’s easier to follow? I’ll jot down the names on the form for the teacher.”
“Sure, got it.”
After that, everything went smoothly. With no classes scheduled for the day, we collected everyone’s summer homework and were dismissed—finally free to enjoy the rest of our day.
By the way, Hasumi-san’s handwriting on the board was exceptionally neat.
Seeing such beautiful handwriting—something I hadn’t seen in a long time—gave me an overwhelming sense of peace.
(It’s such a luxury to have the time and peace of mind to write so beautifully, isn’t it?)
Also, girls with neat handwriting seem elegant, and personally, I find that very attractive.
Since my own handwriting isn’t great, I can’t help but admire it even more.