Transmigrated as Sukuna, but the Host is Yukinoshita?

Chapter 214: Unlucky Ones

A month remained until Sōbu High’s Cultural Festival, and the executive committee was bustling with preparation activities…

Not quite.

The first two days of the executive committee meetings were a waste as no one was willing to step up for the position of the executive committee leader.

On the first day, the student council president hoped someone would volunteer, but everyone stayed silent.

On the second day, they didn’t remain silent—yet only pushed around candidates who could take over instead, leaving the role like a shuttlecock. In the end, nothing settled.

Today was the third day.

After three full days, no one was selected as an executive committee leader. Seigi Enrai found it hard to maintain his usual smile, pouting and looking dejected.

Isn’t there anyone at Sōbu High capable enough among the 3,250 students?

Disappointed but practical, things needed to proceed.

If self-nomination and forced selection weren’t options, that left the only remaining choice: drawing lots.

A member of the student council put a wooden tube on the table, containing thirty-six sticks corresponding to the number of executives.

“Since no one has come forward for the leadership position, we’ll have to decide with a draw,” Seigi Enrai said, disheartedly.

This year’s Cultural Festival might be the most uninteresting in Sōbu High’s history.

Ah, I miss Noya-senpai so much…

Hachiman Hikigaya observed the faces of the hesitant people around him, letting out a sigh in his heart.

It was a thirty-sixth chance, surely it wouldn’t fall to me.

He joined the queue, calmly picked a stick, and waited to see the result.

Watching others relax, he felt a nervousness rise.

Could it be?

Is my luck really that bad?

Yui Yuigahama’s voice echoed as she asked.

Hikigaya looked down at his own wooden stick, inscribed with “executive committee leader.”

His eyes dimmed even further.

Before learning the outcome, his heart was anxious; then suddenly, feeling calm despite knowing the result.

The suspense evaporated.

“Kabaka, what’s wrong? You look dead inside.”

“Gokigen,” replied Hikigaya, a fake smile on his face.

“You didn’t get one?”

Yuigahama displayed her blank stick.

“Kabaka, could you have…?”

He showed her his stick without emotion.

Coincidentally, another boy let out a moan, clearly having drawn the deputy leader, making the process unnecessary.

Hikigaya knew he couldn’t avoid it.

“Akemori-sama drew the executive leader’s stick; what’s your name?” Seigi asked.

“Second Year F Class, Hachiman Hikigaya.”

“Understood.” The student council president nodded and turned to the audience, “We request for the deputy leader here to approach me.”

The boy who groaned earlier shook his head and stepped forward, only to spot something in pink.

“This student, did you draw the deputy leader stick?”

Yuigahama whispered.

“Switch?”

She showed her blank stick.

Excited, he vigorously agreed, swapping his stick.

Seeing Yuigahama’s innocent face, he blushed.

But when she flashed his stick confidently, and winked at another unlucky boy, his enthusiasm faded instantly.

The thrill was swiftly crushed.

“My name,” she spoke, “I am Second-Year F Class, Yui Yuigahama.”

“That settles it. Do your best; I believe you can do well!”

Encouraged, Hikigaya was given a bunch of documents.

“I’ll try…”

Dizzied by the dense text, he struggled to comprehend it, eventually understanding just what “workhorse” meant!

“There, two heads have been assigned,” Seigi clapped, bringing attention back.

With two unlucky persons, preparations resumed. Departments like propaganda, volunteer management, miscellaneous tasks, etc., needed organizing among other tasks for thirty-four members.

Quite an overwhelming task.

Given inadequate time and members, the schedule became tight, increasing burdens.

As for managing the overall work, Hikigaya had to coordinate with many departments, yet he doubted people would listen.

Fortunately, Yuigahama was there.

Maybe she could handle communication.

Though puzzled why she traded with the unlucky one, Hikigaya felt relieved when she handed the deputy leader stick to Seigi.

For a moment, his heart fluttered, but his solitude kept him steady.

Foreseeing busier times ahead, he sighed and resigned himself to the task.

It was enough it went successfully; details weren’t his worry.

He was only a chosen leader, not responsible if it wasn’t spectacular.

In summary, he’d give it a shot.

…

That noisy summer

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