Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 3Volume 1 .1 - A Place of memories: Senseis room

After the final exams, it was Monday.

Mori Kawara Academy had quickly concluded the first semester’s lessons and was shifting towards preparing for the orientation.

Due to it being the last morning assembly of the semester, there were reminders about staying safe over the summer break. It was the standard message from the nearest police and fire station about avoiding incidents and accidents.

The students lined up listened quietly, but their expressions were somewhat cheerful.

My ex-girlfriend had messaged me saying, “The students you teach have such a long summer break, must be nice~”. I shared the sentiment. We can no longer experience that uplifting feeling again.

After the teachers’ announcements, it was said, “There’s a message from the student council for everyone,” and the stage was passed on to Kirihara.

Adjusting the microphone’s height and angle with practiced ease, Kirihara began to speak.

“As mentioned, during the summer break, it’s not uncommon for students to get involved in accidents and incidents.”

“Even though we might feel more relaxed during the long break, let’s remain mindful of our actions and uphold our responsibilities as students.”

Kirihara, having said this, had been quite relaxed herself these past two days.

Whether it was due to her father’s phone call or jealousy towards Kurei-san, she declared, “I won’t be apart from the teacher this weekend,” and she did exactly that.

Being close in bed was a given, and the same went for when we were playing games in the living room or resting on the sofa; we were constantly together.

Even while boiling somen noodles, she’d cling to me by wrapping her arms around my neck and sticking to my back. Despite it being summer, and both of us sweating constantly, she didn’t mind.

“Kirihara, if you don’t stop, you’ll really catch a cold.”

“It’s fine. I like being close. It’s comforting.”

When I tried to gently shake her off, she would murmur, “Is it not okay?” making it really troublesome. That was definitely on purpose..

Giving in to her closeness resulted in pain throughout my body. Unlike the youthful Kirihara, I, a working adult, suffer from chronic exercise deficiency.

Kirihara, who enjoys our impure relationship, was advising “student-like behavior” in front of the whole student body, making the world truly unpredictable.

Or perhaps, the silently lined-up female students also harbor their own secrets.

“As a final note, the period leading up to the summer break and until the orientation on the first day will be a preparation period. For the first-year students, this will be their first event. The main event will be the autumn cultural festival, but please enjoy the preparations as well. I ask the upperclassmen to support any freshmen who may be struggling… That is all. Thank you.”

The “perfect Kirihara-san” finished her duties and stepped down from the stage.

“Hajima-sensei, could you please close the stage curtain after the assembly?”

“Ah, yes.”

As the students began to leave the gym, I headed up to the stage to fulfill the task requested by my senior colleague.

Upon reaching the stage wing, I heard a voice from behind me.

“I’ll help you.”

It was Kirihara.

“Thank you.”

Together, we pulled the stage curtain, which was made similarly to regular curtains.

Once closed, we were out of sight.

Taking advantage of that, Kirihara hugged me and buried her head against me.

(…What are you doing?)

(Charging up.)

(We’ve been stuck together all weekend.)

(I still want more. It’s strange. I just want to cling and be pampered; it feels like I’m about to explode.)

Looking up at me with moist eyes, she said,

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(I really wanted to take a break and spend the day just with you.)

(Don’t ask for the impossible… We’ll be suspected if we’re late. Let’s go.)

(…Okay.)

Reluctantly detaching herself, Kirihara moved ahead.

…A cute sneeze echoed through the gym.

“Cold?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Rather, we need to hurry with the mock shop preparations. There’s so much to do with signboards, stall layouts, and more.”

Pulled by the hand, we moved out of the gym.

Would a normal teacher and student do this…?

Back in the classroom, I passed on to the students the instructions I had received from my senior colleagues about the mock shop for the orientation.

The mock shop during the orientation is led by students, but the initial broad details must be explained by the homeroom teacher.

“First off, as a result of the lottery, we’ve been allocated teppanyaki equipment. We’ll be making okonomiyaki and yakisoba… Well, I didn’t actually draw the lot.”

“Eh? Why not?” a voice asked.

“I submitted it just before the deadline, so as a punishment, we got leftovers.”

“And we struck gold,” Kirihara remarked.

“Teppanyaki is a jackpot among mock shops.”

“…Seems so.”

After all, okonomiyaki and yakisoba have cheap ingredients.

They’re easy to make, affordable, and profitable.

I relied on them often during my student days.

“Also, as other teachers have said, it’s hard for students to be idle with this setup. There are roles for chopping vegetables in the home economics room, mass-producing batter, cooking on the teppanyaki grill at the stall, drawing customers, serving, cleaning up… That should cover it.”

Glancing at Kirihara, she nodded in agreement.

Good. I got it right.

“We have one week until the event. Decide whether to keep the roles fixed or rotate them by then. Also, there’s the stall setup. Making the signboard, menu, preparing paper plates, chopsticks… That’s it for my part. The rest is up to you guys to decide.”

“Eh? That’s it? Aren’t we going to appoint a class representative?”

“That’s up to you students as well. If you want to decide, go ahead.”

Some students groaned, “Ugh, so much work,” while others noted, “Last year’s class did the same.”

“Appointing a representative will definitely make things easier. Plus, we have Kirihara-san in our class.”

Someone mentioned, and others agreed, “Yeah, Kirihara is the student council president; she knows what to do.”

As expected, it came down to that.

Feeling the expectation, Kirihara nodded and said, “I’ll do it.”

She stood up and walked to the platform. I gave her the spot and moved to the window side.

“There’s a lot to decide, but first, we need to choose what to make our sign and menu from. Simply because the school has a limited supply of wood! Do we use cardboard and poster paper, or make something a bit more stylish with wood? It’ll cost more, but if it’s too much trouble, buying lots of small blackboards from the 100-yen store is also an option!”

Her adept handling of the situation was impressive.