Can I Still Be Your Heroine Even Though I'm Your Teacher?-Chapter 2Volume .4 - Trapped

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Trapped 4

『I may not look it, but my grades aren’t bad. That’s why I’ll definitely pass the entrance exam for Kiyō High School.』

A declaration full of confidence.

For us, that’s bad news first thing in the morning.

Tenjō-san also seemed troubled.

As an educator, it’s gratifying to see a student strive and achieve their goals, but having her at our high school would complicate things.

It reminded me how the relationship between me and Sensei is as fragile as walking on thin ice.

“Kaguya, can you really study that well? When I was at home, you often came crying to me for help with your studies.”

My memory paints a very different picture.

『 I’m already in my third year of junior high school. It’s a breeze if I get serious.』

“First, do your best on the upcoming midterms.”

『 I’m looking forward to shopping once they’re over!』

“Sure.”

『Canceling for a flimsy reason is a no-no, okay?』

“I get it.”

『Alright, I’m going to hang up now. I’m going to suggest a trip abroad to Dad and my stepmom, so make sure you come with us this time! They haven’t had their honeymoon trip yet, so they’ll surely agree.”

“I’ll consider it positively.”

『 That’s a perfunctory answer.』

“Try to understand the subtlety nuances.”

『 What’s ‘subtlety’??』

She doesn’t get it!

Kaguya spoke her mind and unilaterally ended the call, saying she was going to have breakfast.

“Yuunagi-kun, you seem reluctant to go.”

Tenjō-san gave me a probing look.

“I won’t deny that.”

I sipped my cold tea.

“Why is that?”

“Because paying attention to it means being manipulated by Kaguya again. Who calls this early in the morning?”

“Maybe she wanted to thank you for yesterday before you went to school?”

“A message would have been enough.”

“Maybe, but she wanted to talk to you directly.”

“At this rate, I’ll start getting bombarded with calls out of nowhere like sudden downpours.”

“You’re exaggerating. It should be fine during breaks.”

“I hope it only happens during breaks.”

“Kaguya-chan has classes during the day too.”

“If I seem a bit off, please overlook it.”

“What, to that extent?”

Tenjō-san didn’t take me seriously, thinking it was a joke.

Knowing Kaguya as I do, she’ll easily exceed Sensei’s naive expectations.

***

After seeing Sensei off, I finished taking out the trash and left the apartment.

Returning to school after a long weekend, I lacked the enthusiasm.

Once freed from the crowded train, I find my classmate Kuhouin Akira waiting at the station platform.

“Good morning, Nishiki. Thanks for this morning.”

“Good morning, Akira. Good thing you weren’t late.”

I responded lightly to Akira’s blunt greeting, and we started walking to school side by side.

She has sharp features that suit her short haircut, strong-looking eyes, a cardigan tied around her waist, and thighs toned from her time in the track and field club extending from her short uniform skirt.

As usual, she let out a small yawn while walking beside me.

She still seemed sleepy.

“When did you go to bed late last night?”

“Maybe around nine.”

“That early? Are you a grade-schooler or something? How come you can’t wake up with that much sleep?”

“There’s no such thing as too much sleep.”

“Planning to become Sleeping Beauty?”

“If that were the case, I wouldn’t wake up with just a phone call, but a kiss. Nishiki, do you want to kiss me?”

I inadvertently find myself looking at Akira’s lips when she suddenly mentions a kiss.

“I’d rather not get arrested for breaking and entering the Kuhouin house.”

“The fairy tale ends if the prince gives up, you know.”

“Me, a prince? That’s not really my style.”

“They say that when a woman falls in love, any man can seem like a charming prince to her.”

“Sounds like she should get her eyes checked immediately.”

“That should be a brain check, actually.”

Akira casually goes along with my silly joke.

“…You can’t make a good romance just by thinking with your head.”

If I did a check, I’m sure that some abnormality would be found.

Seriously falling in love means, for better or worse, you can’t stay normal.

“Nishiki, you’re surprisingly a romantic.”

“I just wish every love story could have a happy ending.”

Unfortunately, not all loves come true.

Still, I don’t want it to end just with hurt, I don’t want it to end at all.

“That’s definitely a romantic. Or perhaps a foolish dreamer. I thought you were more of a dry type, someone who’s more grounded in reality.”

“I thought so too before.”

Until I fell in love with Tenjō Reiyu, I never imagined I’d become like this.

“Falling in love is like a positive misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding, you say?”

Akira says something that sounds profound.

I hold back my retort and listen carefully to her words.

“It’s impossible to understand everything about another person. No matter how far you go, it’s just self-centered assumptions. You might get disillusioned once you know their true nature, or you might just grow cold and lose interest.”

“I see.”

“There’s a saying about that, isn’t there? What was it?”

“Love is blind.”

That’s true. A favorable interpretation is ultimately subjective.

Even if others try to stop you, even if the law forbids it——the person you fall for becomes special.

The emotion of love is truly mysterious, irrational, and illogical.

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“That’s… When you think about it, love at first sight is pretty scary, isn’t it? Just by looking at someone else, some weird switch gets flipped—it’s kind of creepy, almost like a curse.”

That’s a sharp observation.

The idea that just by catching your eye, your heart can be stolen in an instant—if you think about it, it’s terrifying.

If love at first sight binds your emotions, it’s not far-fetched to call it a kind of curse.

“Love is a curse? Akira, are you the cautious type? I thought you were more of an intuition type of person.”

“That’s more like Ririka’s type.”

Akira brought up the name of Mayuzumi Ririka, a central figure among our classmates.

“Akiaki, Nikki! You called Ririka!”

Suddenly embracing both my and Akira’s shoulders, the person who popped her face out from between us was the twin-tailed Mayuzumi Ririka herself.

The petite baby-faced girl greeted us with a cheerful, beaming smile.