Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 1Volume 2 .4 - Takagami Yuzuka - Regrets in Life: Unrequited Love

The morning after Yuzu, who had been kicked out of the house she shared with her ex-boyfriend, rolled into my life, the last pool class of the year was being held at Mori-Kawara Academy, where I work.

The class, led by the physical education teacher and involving several classes, required me and Kurei-sensei to be on watch due to the large number of students.

“…Even though summer vacation is over, we still have pool classes?”

“It’s because of the lingering summer heat.”

I nod in understanding, taking care not to stare rudely at Kurei-sensei’s swimsuit.

Teachers can freely choose their swimsuits “within the bounds of common sense.” Kurei-sensei is wearing what’s known as a fitness swimsuit, which at a glance could be mistaken for an athletic uniform due to its bottom part resembling shorts. (It’s the same as the students’)

Kurei-sensei is also wearing a rash guard over it and has a hat on.

“Are you trying not to show skin because of UV protection?”

“That’s right. Plus, if I don’t cover up, the boys tend to stare.”

…I nod deeply in understanding.

Kurei-sensei has a good figure. Even with a rash guard, her chest is noticeably large.

By the way, my relationship with Kurei-sensei has improved compared to before.

To protect Kirihara, I had to take some very rude actions, but maybe because we shared a secret, she’s been more casual with me.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t choose topics like “boys staring.”

For me, this is more comfortable as I don’t have to be on edge.

“It’s good that some students are also wearing rash guards, isn’t it?”

“Right. When I was a student, there were always kids who felt embarrassed.”

“Boys are the same. It’s hard to know where to look. …Uh.”

I stopped mid-sentence as a yawn threatened to escape and I quickly suppressed it.

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“Well, a little… There’s been a lot going on.”

Just thinking about Yuzu made it hard to sleep, but Kurei-sensei looked at me with a skeptical eye.

“Don’t tell me, you and your girlfriend even last night…?”

“That’s not it… She has nothing to do with this.”

As we whispered to each other, I glanced over at Kirihara.

The students from the class I’m in charge of were lined up far away on the poolside.

Kirihara is wearing a rash guard, swim cap, and even competition swim goggles.

Normally, goggles aren’t used in classes, but Kirihara got a doctor’s note from an eye clinic with connections to her father, stating “goggles are essential for preventing eye disease.”

…But this is actually a complete lie.

“I hate the idea of being seen without my glasses,” she said.

With such thorough measures, Kirihara’s appearance is incredibly plain.

By choosing a larger-sized rash guard, even her bust size isn’t noticeable.

Kirihara has managed to maintain the image of “a plain but reliable student council president” among her peers, and she actively works to preserve that image.

According to Kirihara, the most important part of that image is the “plain but” aspect.

“If I do that, I won’t be envied unnecessarily, and the contrast with my usual self will raise my evaluations. So, I try to keep a low profile,” she explained.

She’s quite mature for her age, designing and maintaining her own image, probably influenced by her father, a city councilman, and her mother, who lived in the entertainment world.

“…? Kirihara-san is coming this way.”

Kurei-sensei is right. Kirihara is leaving the line of her class and coming towards us.

She’s walking since we’re by the poolside, but she seems to be hurrying.

“What’s wrong?”

When I asked, Kirihara shook her head slightly.

“I have something I need to tell Kurei-sensei.”

“Me?”

Kurei-sensei looked puzzled as Kirihara whispered something to her.

Kurei-sensei nodded back at Kirihara, then turned to me.

“Hashima-sensei. It seems a female student is feeling ill. I’ll accompany her to the nurse’s office, so please take care of the other students.”

“Ah, yes. But if it’s something like that, I can take over after they get changed. It’s my class’s student, after all…”

“No, it’s fine. …Please don’t worry.”

Kurei-sensei quickly walked towards the line of students.

…I felt completely left out and awkward.

I couldn’t help but rely on Kirihara, who was still nearby.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Like she did with Kurei-sensei, Kirihara quietly leaned in to whisper to me.

“It’s her period. It came unexpectedly and shifted her cycle. Plus, it’s Kobayashi-san.”

Kobayashi is a shy female student. She’s somewhat distrustful of men, so caution is always needed when interacting with her.

“…Sorry.”

I didn’t catch on to why Kirihara had chosen Kurei-sensei, spoiling their thoughtful arrangement.

“No, please don’t worry. I’ll be heading back now.”

She said it somewhat curtly and left.

She might seem a bit cold, but it’s actually intentional.

To ensure our relationship doesn’t get discovered, we’ve agreed to be as careful as possible.

—Before the summer vacation, in the classroom, I caught on that Kirihara was pretending to be okay while actually having a fever. Afterward, girls in her class teased her, saying “Hashima-sensei noticed, huh~. Kirihara-san, are you beloved or what?”

It’s probably just a joke, and worrying too much might make things suspicious, but caution is warranted.

…After all, if our relationship is exposed, it’s over.

“Hashima-sensei. Could you please move the students and record their times?”

“Ah, yes.”

Afterward, I focused on the tasks assigned by the physical education teacher.

However, I couldn’t help but feel secretly proud whenever Kirihara showed a good performance.

After the pool session ended, I went back to my normal duties, teaching modern Japanese literature.

Once the class’s homeroom session was over, it was time for paperwork…or so it should have been, but today, I had another engagement.

Arriving at the student council room on time, Kirihara, the student council president, and the other officers were already seated.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“No, you’re right on time. Please take a seat here.”

As suggested, I sat next to Kirihara, who was at the president’s desk, while the other members were seated around the central sofa in the room. Only the secretary, a girl named Kana-chan, had a laptop on her lap, while the rest were looking through the distributed documents.