Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 3Volume 1 .2 - A Place of memories: Senseis room

By the way, if the preparations for the day are finished, it’s a period when it’s okay to go home early, so taking it easy and resting is totally acceptable.

This also sparked a minor divide in opinions, but it was quickly decided that at least the stand’s signboard should be made properly using wood.

It was decided to manage the menu boards with blackboards from the 100-yen store.

“Then, could someone please go and get some wood? If it looks suitable for the signboard, feel free to take extra. We can always return what’s not used. Anyone willing to go?”

Kirihara led everyone, efficiently making various decisions.

She quickly consolidated opinions regarding the division of roles for the day, deciding to “go with a rotation,” and as she roughly remembered last year’s visitor numbers and the sales of each mock shop, she quickly decided on how many paper plates and chopsticks to prepare.

It was also Kirihara who suggested dividing the rotation groups by drawing lots to be fair, saying, “If friends group together, work won’t get done, and besides, it would be tough for anyone who can’t fit into a group.” Several students quietly nodded in agreement.

The dates and members for shopping were also decided, so all that was left was to draw the group lots and make the signboard.

As making the signboard was not a task for everyone, they sought volunteers for the signboard-making team and decided on that.

“...Maybe those not in the signboard-making and shopping teams can take a break until the day of the event?”

Kirihara’s suggestion caused a buzz in the class.

She had already been respected by all classmates for her active role in the homeroom, but today, she had completely won everyone over.

Kirihara herself looked satisfied, smiling faintly, with everything going smoothly.

But I felt a sense of disagreement.

“The wood procurement team is back, so let’s make the draw for the group division. Could someone write down everyone’s numbers on a loose leaf and hand it to me?”

“Kirihara”

At my call, Kirihara stopped speaking.

The class also reacted with a “Hm?”

“Kirihara, let me see your hand.”

With a puzzled look, Kirihara did as I asked.

I touched the hand she held out.

The other students leaned in, curious.

“...”

As I touched her hand, I moved my other hand to touch Kirihara’s forehead, then her neck, in order.

Misinterpreting what was happening, another girl screamed in shock.

“You have a fever, don’t you?”

For a moment, Kirihara made a hard-to-describe face. It was a mix of surprise and sadness… Truly, an indescribable expression.

It quickly faded, replaced by a forced smile, but her knees gave way first.

Another girl screamed, this time in alarm. The boys also started to make a fuss.

I knelt beside Kirihara, who had fallen on her rear.

“I’m sorry. Just now, when you said that, I just lost my strength.”

Her voice was weak, and her breathing shallow. She also looked unwell.

“Health committee member!”

“Oh, they’re off today.”

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A boy nearby informed me. Right, there was one absent.

“...Then, I’ll take her. In the meantime, finish the group division. Someone draw for Kirihara and the absentee. Once done, everyone but the signboard team can go home. …Can you stand?”

Supporting her, Kirihara managed to stand up.

“Take care.”

“Are you okay?”

The girls voiced their concern, to which Kirihara only nodded in response.

As we left the classroom and headed into the hallway, Kirihara whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

There was nothing for her to apologize for.

Without responding, I hurried to the infirmary.

Upon arrival, the female school nurse immediately prepared a bed.

I explained the situation while helping Kirihara onto the bed, and had her temperature taken.

“...38.6 degrees. Definitely a fever.”

It was quite high.

No wonder she felt dizzy.

“Hajima-sensei, could you please contact her guardians to come pick her up using the staff room phone?”

“Understood. I’ll go now.”

I quickly moved to the staff room, traced Kirihara’s parents’ contact details from the student registry, and found the workplace number listed, not a mobile number. It’s rare since usually, mobile numbers are listed.

For starters, I tried calling her mother.

The phone was answered before it even rang.

“Thank you for calling Crystal Talent Agency, Kusakai speaking.”

…A talent agency?

“Hello?”

“Ah, sorry. My name is Hajima, a teacher at Mori Kawara Academy. Excuse me, but is there a guardian of Kirihara Touka-san working there?”

“Kirihara… I’m terribly sorry. You must be referring to the agency’s representative, Kirihara, but she is currently in a meeting…”

“Touka-san has collapsed due to a high fever. If possible, could someone come to pick her up?”

“…Understood. Could you please hold on for a moment?”

“Yes.”

I was put on hold, accompanied by music. After what felt like nearly ten minutes…

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Naruse-san will be sent by car to pick her up.”

“Eh.”

“…Is there a problem?”

“No, um… Who is this Naruse-san?”

“He’s an employee of the agency. Would it be an issue if he’s not a family member?”

Not exactly…

“Um?”

There were aspects that made me hesitant, but I was sure explaining to her would be futile.

“Understood. If you’re coming by car, please use the back gate parking lot instead of the main gate. There’s security, but I’ll explain the situation. I apologize for the inconvenience, but could you ask Naruse-san to bring identification? Due to recent concerns about security, we request identification…”

“Understood. I’ll pass on the message. Please wait for his arrival.”

“Thank you very much.”

Even after hanging up, I was haunted by an uneasy feeling.