Transmigrated as Sukuna, but the Host is Yukinoshita?

Chapter 217: Vice Chairman Hachiman Hikigaya

The preparations for the Sōbu High School Cultural Festival were in full swing.

This time it was real.

But only during the preparation stage, planning performances, arranging event locations, promoting activities, and seeking sponsorships, all classes were actively preparing their own events. Though there were still three weeks until the cultural festival began, the festive atmosphere was already beginning to show.

As an unlucky soul chosen to be the executive chairman, Hachiman Hikigaya was swamped this week, to the point he couldn’t even find time for his usual self-improvement routine.

Every day after school, meetings had to be held, and various matters needed to be handled. Being the executive chairman required more than just listening to progress reports from subordinates and giving directions; each department’s responsibilities involved him in some way. Furthermore, he had to oversee everything broadly and occasionally bring work home.

After getting back home, he slumped onto the sofa, stuck there as if rooted, not moving an inch—let alone thinking about workouts.

Today’s regular meeting would proceed as usual.

The fish-eyed boy trudged his shoulders and placed himself at his seat at the long table, before him stood the board with the designation of the executive chairman.

As soon as he entered the meeting room, everyone’s attention shifted to Hachiman Hikigaya, as if the chairs were dotted with tacks, discomforting.

Even after sitting in the same spot for a week, it still felt as though needles pierced through, making it very uncomfortable.

Thankfully, Yuigahama Yui sat beside him, slightly easing the pressure of gazes upon him.

“So, let’s hold our regular meeting. Please report your current progress in sequence as previously arranged,” said the deep-toned Hachiman Hikigaya in a low voice.

Those who heard such a tone for the first time might think it conveyed uncertainty; however, those in the executive committee had gotten used to it and found it less discomforting.

“Yes, this is from the Publicity Department,” said a main leader of the publicity department standing up, holding a written report. “About half of the expected posters have been produced.”

Supporting himself on the table, Hikigayda tapped his forehead in thought: “…What else?”

The male student standing up paused and then scratched his cheek sheepishly saying, “Well… that’s all we’ve done so far.”

“The school will be open during the cultural festival, so the festival isn’t just aimed at students within the school but also outsiders. Posters mustn’t just be limited inside the school walls,” Hikigaya Hachimansaid grimly. “Work related to negotiating outdoor poster display sites and uploading content to the school’s homepage fall under Publicity Department’s purview.”

“Get it sorted quickly. Also, accelerate the design of the promotional posters, considering we only have three weeks left until the start of the Culture Festival.”

“I got it,” the responsible manager nodded and stated.

“Next.”

“Understood. Here is the Volunteer Management Team, and currently, there are ten volunteer groups interested in performing,” reported a female student wearing glasses.

“Are they all from our school?”

“Yes.”

“What about other groups outside? Just having groups from within the school may not be enough. If you don’t know where to look, contact local university clubs and ask if they want to participate in the performance. Reach out to all the local organizations as well.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Also, make a timetable or list regarding the use of the stage and details of the performers.”

“I understood.”

“Next…”

During the orderly reporting of progress from various organizational departments, Shizuka Hiratsuka who was observing from below could not stop smiling seeing the fish-eyed boy, who looked timid yet spoke firmly and with authority atop the stage. She had originally worried Hachiman would handle everything chaotically, yet now her concerns appeared unfounded.

Good job, kid.

Time flew by. After the meeting ended, most people left, while a few remaining executive members stayed behind to wrap up loose ends.

The two executive chairmen also remained.

Shizuka Hiratsuka stepped forward with admiration unfurled, praising Hachiman, “Well done! You must have talents in this area. I didn’t realize, Hikigaya.”

“A talent? Hardly,” he sighed deeply, “Don’t joke around, Miss Hiratsuka. It’s all done through me adding extra hours, cramming last-minute knowledge and even asking Yukinoshita Yukino for advice. This was the extent I could manage.”

“Don’t belittle yourself, Hikigaya,” Shizuka grinned, forcefully patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, Hiki is amazing!” Yuigahama Yui added alongside her.

Being a deputy chairman, she wasn’t much of a help, mainly supporting Hachiman on basic tasks when necessary, sometimes requiring guidance herself at times.

Thus, seeing him this busy made her feel a little guilty.

Perhaps, not competing for the deputy chairman position would have relieved him of this burden.

But the moment had passed, so now it was down to Yuigahama to try to support Hikigaya to alleviate his workload and avoid being a problem.

“This is what growth looks like,” Shizuka smiled warmly, encouraging him, “Well, do your best, I believe in you.”

With that, she waved off confidently, leaving the two still working hard behind.

“Yuigahama, could you help me complete this chart?” Hikigaya pushed his laptop towards her.

“Oh, no problem! Leave it to me!”

However, five minutes later, Yuigahama was sprawled across the desk with a pained expression, “How exactly do I do this…”

“…but you just told me there was no issue…”

Sighing, Hachiman set aside the documents he was handling and turned to assist her.

“Chairman Hachiman, here are the materials and miscellaneous records, fully organized,” submitted an executive member tasked with miscellaneous duties.

“Thanks a lot.”

“So, I’ll take my leave then.”

He winked mischievously before collecting his belongings and departing with his peers from the meeting room.

Only Hikigaya Hachiman and Yuigahama remained.

The friction of nibs against paper and the clacking of keyboards slowly drowned out the ticking of the clock.

…

That noisy summer.