Kissing My Student, It's Over if We're Caught-Chapter 3Volume 2 .7 - Kirihara Touka - Happy Moment: "Welcome back," "Im home," "Lets eat"

“Good work. That was really amazing. I’ve fallen for you all over again.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding not to touch on the latter part of her message as I replied.

“It’s all thanks to you, Kirihara, that I even thought to voice my opinion. Things turned out well. Thank you.”

“No, I didn’t do anything special. It’s just that I know all your good points better than anyone else, so it was easy for me to believe in you. Pushing your back was the right choice!”

“What would have happened if you were the one summarizing?”

“Probably about the same. The realization that we can make do without costumes but not without ingredients was something I also arrived at. But laying out the discussion about revenue and logically explaining it is something only you could do. The class also said that adult perspectives really do differ, even if they’re young.”

“That’s good to hear… I need to head to class soon. Talk to you later.”

“Bye~”

She sent a kiss emoji, and I looked away from the screen.

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Just then, another message popped up. From Yuzu.

“EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!” appeared on the home screen.

I had to check, worried about what could possibly be so urgent… Surely, her house wasn’t on fire, right?

“I gained weight because I’ve been eating alone! Gained one kilo…”

Following that, a photo of Yuzu wearing only a sporty bra and shorts, looking sadly at her stomach, was sent.

I left it unread and headed to the classroom.

…That girl is really impossible.

By the way, Yuzu’s dinner last night was a mini pizza assortment made with gyoza wrappers.

Her sense was truly enviable. Something I couldn’t replicate.

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While the festival worries had been resolved, the real challenge was just beginning.

After all, the scale of the festival for prospective students and their parents and the actual cultural festival was entirely different.

The budget was significantly larger, with nearly two weeks set aside for preparation. The event was scheduled for the last Saturday of October. Avoiding the first week of November’s Culture Day—a public holiday—was intentional since many other schools would be having their festivals then.

This scheduling meant we could visit other schools’ festivals on Culture Day. It’s a spirit of “Go see your prospective university’s festival if they have one.”

Being a private high school, the ideas were flexible and practical. Something I greatly admired.

The most challenging aspect of the two-week preparation seemed to be the décor.

Turning a plain classroom into an attractively decorated space was the goal.

On Kirihara’s suggestion, we decided to buy more of the mini blackboards used for menu boards during the summer’s trial shop and asked the art and sign-making team to draw blackboard art on them.

We also bought some cork boards to display photos of girls in maid outfits on the day.

Girls who were shy about serving customers but wanted to wear the outfits could participate via photos.

The tables would be made by pushing students’ desks together to form five large tables, covered with tablecloths from the school’s supplies.

To lessen the barren look, the students decided to make coasters.

According to a member of the handicraft club, they could easily be made by stitching fabric scraps together with a sewing machine.

“…Does running a café always generate an endless amount of work?”

On the first day of preparations, Higashi was feeling overwhelmed by the additional suggestions that kept coming up.

But he soon switched gears, saying, “Well, it’s motivating, at least.”

Once we had assigned tasks and responsibilities, the teams started on their work.

The art team was tasked with creating the shop’s sign.

A group went to a wholesale supermarket to buy paper cups, plates, and disposable towels.

The drama club debated what “cuteness” meant…

I shared my experience with customer service, teaching manners and pointers.

We had the cooking team practice making cookies and cupcakes in the home economics room’s oven to familiarize them with the process.

Though there was an option to serve pre-made goods, the class unanimously agreed to bake additional batches on the day, believing in the irresistible charm of freshly made sweets.

“The school is proud to have such excellent facilities,” the principal and vice-principal said, thrilled by the plan. This sentiment was kept from the students due to adult circumstances.

So, October was incredibly busy.

The students stayed late, making it impossible for me to leave early. I helped with lagging tasks, ending up utterly exhausted.

Kirihara had her student council duties, sometimes coming home more worn out than I was.

Even though we returned to the same house, there were days when we were both so drained we could barely move for nearly an hour.

Today was precisely one of those days.

Kirihara clung to me tightly, leaving no space between us.

Maybe there really is a point in coming back to the same place.

“…I’m hungry, but do we have the energy to cook…?”

“Ah… Pizza, maybe…?”

“Pizza! …Ugh, but it might be too heavy.”

In the end, I disguised myself and bought udon from the convenience store.

When I returned, Kirihara greeted me with a “Thanks~.”

“Guess we need to learn to cut corners with housework when we’re tired…”

“Yeah… Though the mess in the room is bothering me…”

“We can tidy up later.”

After slurping down the udon, we slipped back into our exhausted state.

All that’s left is to heat the bath and sleep, but sometimes, doing nothing is crucial for mental recovery.

Kirihara, rubbing her eyes sleepily, refused to leave my side.

Sometimes she’d stroke my cheek, other times she’d gently press her lips against mine.

“Lying around doing nothing like this, just the two of us, also feels like happiness.”

“Yeah. Unless we end up working at the same company, sharing the fatigue from the same job is rare…”

“When you think about it, moments like this are actually quite precious…?”

“For sure, until graduation.”

“Hmm. After graduation, being able to say ‘We’re dating!’ will be nice, but that’ll have its own regrets… Ah, I’m going to miss this so much later.”

Seizing the moment, Kirihara hugged me tighter.

Meanwhile, my phone continued to buzz nearby.

“From Yuzu?”

“Seems like it. But it’s fine. I’ve told her I’ll be busy until the festival ends, so I probably won’t be able to respond…”

“Got it. Then let’s fully enjoy this rare time with a current high school girl.”

“Your choice of words is too vivid.”

“…Doesn’t it excite you?”

“…I didn’t say that.”

“Nfufu. Doing something bad feels good, doesn’t it?”

What started as a tired sprawl turned into a surprisingly pleasant atmosphere.

As I stroked her head, Kirihara closed her eyes contentedly.

“…Gin, you’re amazing.”

“Huh?”

“Even when you’re tired or frustrated, you never take it out on me.”

“Isn’t that because you know just the right distance to keep?”

“There are times like that. But after that, you make it up to me by letting me snuggle, making my favorite things, buying fruits I like… That’s why I don’t act selfishly when you’re having a tough time.”

Reflecting on it, Kirihara has been quite calm around the house lately.

I thought it was just because we were spending more time together, but it seems my actions have also had an impact.