The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
The atmosphere is frightening.
It is invisible and formless, but it has enough weight to easily crush a person.
I’m afraid.
I fear that someday it will bare its teeth of jealousy toward my gentle and beautiful girlfriend.
…….
“I’ll go to the staff room and call for help. Sou kun, please look for him.”
At Ichika’s request, I also stood up from my seat.
“Kitamura san, I’ll go look for him too, so please search the other side.”
Kitamura san nodded silently and began to tidy up her stationery with graceful movements.
I rushed out of the classroom.
(That lack of tension. Kitamura san, you really are a lady.)
The school during summer vacation was cool enough to make me sweat, and there was no one around.
For some reason, even the club members weren’t there today.
Behind the stairs, on the roof, behind the gymnasium.
I searched the school aimlessly, but I couldn’t find the teacher.
(Damn it.)
Then, suddenly, a memory from my own past came back to me.
When I was going through a tough time…I think.
The bathroom.
The teacher must be in the bathroom.
“Haa, haa…”
Damn. I’m out of shape.
I get out of breath easily.
“Sensei, are you there?”
I looked in the men’s bathroom, but he wasn’t there.
The only bathrooms left were the women’s and the guest bathroom.
Slam.
I opened the sliding door to the guest bathroom.
The guest restroom is coed and has several individual stalls. When I went inside, one of the doors was closed.
Knock knock.
I knocked, but no one came out.
“Sensei, are you there?”
Then, I heard a sound like someone was sniffling and crying inside.
“Sensei?”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I heard a dull sound like something was being hit inside the stall.
(This is bad.)
“Sensei, I’m coming in.”
I placed my hands on the top of the partition and lifted my body up in one go.
(If there’s a woman inside, I’ll definitely get arrested.)
I leaned my upper body over and peered inside.
There, the teacher was crouched on the floor, bleeding from the head. There were bloodstains on the wall, as if something had been dragged across it.
I immediately contacted Ichika on my smartphone.
“Sensei. What happened? Let’s get out of here.”
The teacher didn’t respond.
I slipped my arms under the teacher’s armpits and dragged him out forcefully.
“Sensei. What happened? I’ll keep it a secret, so please tell me.”
The teacher didn’t say anything.
The teacher was sitting in a cross-legged position, looking down, clenching his teeth.
I understood.
This was a man’s pride.
Even if it was so painful that it stained the wall with blood, he couldn’t show weakness. This was that kind of pride.
So, I couldn’t force him to talk.
I didn’t know the details, but I could feel his pain.
(Still, I couldn’t just leave him like this. Plus, the bleeding was severe. …What should I do?)
“Sou kun, no. There are no other teachers here. I called an ambulance.”
It was Ichika’s voice.
Ichika spoke after seeing the teacher’s condition and the bloodstains in the private room.
“Sou kun, I’m sorry.”
“Huh?”
Sorry?
What does that mean?
The next moment, Ichika stood in front of the teacher, knelt down, and embraced him.
Maigetsu