The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 5Volume 1 .2 - You Want to Make Me Eat a Lot, Right?
ROUND 5 – You Want to Make Me Eat a Lot, Right? 2
It’s after school.
Although we had morning classes all week, I ended up coming home late because I took on various chores from different teachers.
It’s too late for lunch and too early for dinner.
Maybe I should buy a snack at the convenience store on my way home.
The single chestnut bun I received as a little reward wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my hunger.
Having left the staff room on the first floor, I decided to first go back to class 2-A to pick up my bag.
I start by walking straight to the end of the corridor on the first-year floor. That’s because the shortest route to class 2-A above is to use the stairs at the very end of the class 1-A.
I walked past classes D, C, and stopped in front of class 1-B—Yuzuki’s class.
Wait, this could be bad.
If someone spots me here, I’ll definitely be suspected of being a stalker.
I need to move away quickly and follow the morning’s announcement.
Just as I passed the classroom door at the front, that moment——
“…Hm?”
I heard someone’s voice from the inside.
Both doors were closed, so I couldn’t see who it was.
Club activities hadn’t even started their recruitment period yet, so it wasn’t closed off for changing clothes.
Freshmen classes are starting either tomorrow or the day after, making it unlikely for someone to be doing preparatory studying.
Could it be a thief?
But it seemed unlikely that wallets or valuables would be left in a classroom after students had gone.
I slid my left hand into my pocket to feel for my smartphone, then cautiously placed my right hand on the sliding door’s recess.
Trying not to alarm whoever was inside, I gently slid the door open——
“Ah, Yuzuki-chan… like… I really like…”
In my line of sight was someone in Sasaki Yuzuki’s seat.
That woman was rubbing her cheek against the chair with an enraptured expression.
Her grey jacket was squashed against the corner of the chair, wrinkling it.
“Ahh… I want to tear off this seat where Yuzuki-chan’s butt has been and use it as a face pack after my bath…”
She was nuzzling the chair like a dog seeking affection from its owner.
“If a student saw me like this, my life would be over… For my jail care package, I’d want Yuzuki-chan’s photo book… and for a bookmark, I’d need her hair… hehe…”
I was speechless.
More than being unable to speak, but I didn’t know how to react, and I couldn’t move.
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“It’s about time for the staff meeting to start, so I have to go… Ah”
The woman looks up.
——Then our eyes met as I peered into the room through the gap in the door.
“…M-Mikami-sensei…”
“Mamori-kun…”
The world freezes.
The homeroom teacher of Class 2-A, Mikami Momose, pressed her cheek against the chair again and asked,
“Did you come to enjoy Yuzuki-chan’s seat too?”
“Like hell I did!”
I hadn’t raised my voice this much at school since the cheering competition at the sports festival.
“That, Sensei, seriously, w-what are you doing?”
I couldn’t stop sweating.
It seems that when humans instinctively feel fear, their way of speaking becomes clumsy.
“Just so you know, I haven’t licked it or anything.”
“If it had been the case, I would have forcibly removed you from the chair without question.”
Finally getting up, Mikami-sensei stood imposingly right in front of me.
“I believe I mentioned this during the morning homeroom? You’re not supposed to go anywhere near Yuzuki-chan’s classroom.”
Incredible…
She’s putting herself on a pedestal and starting a lecture in this situation.
“It’s not like I was specifically aiming for Class B. I just heard voices coming from inside the classroom and I peeked in, I never imagined it would be such a situation…”
“I’ve always been like this, getting so absorbed in things that I start talking to myself. I need to fix that.”
That’s not the main issue you should be reflecting on.
“Um, just to confirm, are you a fan of Arisu Yuzuki, sensei?”
“A fan, huh…”
She scoffs with a ‘Hmph’, and places her hand on her chest.
“Make no mistake, I am member number 000005 of the 【Spotlights】 fan club.”
What she pulls out from her card case with two fingers is a shimmering membership card.
“Monthly food expenses are within 5,000 yen. Drinks for home are wholesale. Clothes are from thrift stores or online auctions. Not giving New Year’s money to relatives’ kids and skimping on wedding gifts——and devoted all the money I could spend to Yuzuki-chan! It’s been several years of living like this. The reason I continue to be a civil servant is simply because the salary is stable.”
At the morning HR meeting, I understood why the looks directed at me were particularly stern.
This person wasn’t hoping for Yuzuki’s healthy school life.
She was simply jealous of me.
“I’ve participated in various events up until now. Local live concerts, new song release streams, fan meetings, live radio broadcasts… But you know, I’ve never once participated in a handshake event. Do you know why?”
“…w-why?”
“It’s obviously because Yuzuki-chan is just too cute!”
—Scary.
The always kind and gentle Mikami-sensei was furiously passionate.
I want to show this scene to the boys in class who were always infatuated with her.
“Yes, let’s admit it. It’s true that I am the idol of Orikita High School. Good looks, great style, and a pleasant personality. Every year, I get confessions from numerous students, and it’s only a matter of time before the local paper runs a feature on ‘The Too-Cute Teacher.’ “
Her narcissism is the real problem here.
“But you know what? I’m just an ordinary citizen. Part of the masses. In front of the real deal, I’m just a generic idol. If someone like me, a fake, were to touch those white, slender, smooth hands, Yuzuki-chan would be tainted. You see, I’m the type who wants to keep a certain distance from my idol. During a handshake, you exchange a word or two, right? The moment I hear Yuzuki-chan’s voice up close, I’m sure I would cut off my own ears with a cutter and preserve them in formalin——”
I remembered the origin of the word ‘fan’ that I once heard from Yuzuki.
“——And to think that she would enroll in our school… It’s a stroke of luck—no, an ordeal for me. As the chosen one, it’s my duty to guide Yuzuki-chan into becoming a respectable adult. But if I suddenly interacted with her in private, wouldn’t I just melt? That’s why I start by touching this chair. I’m gradually getting my body accustomed to it.”
Humans who lose their common sense are no different from monsters.
It seems that the true evil often takes human form, as most final bosses are humanoid in anime where one fights grotesque monsters.
“Anyway, do you understand?”
Nothing was really resolved, but she continued.
“This is merely an extension of my work. A way to interact with students on an equal footing. You didn’t see anything, and you didn’t hear anything. Is that clear?”
I wondered how she could be so condescending.
Well, once club activities and committee meetings start in earnest, someone will likely come and go from the classroom after school, so she probably won’t repeat this behavior too often.
“…If you promise never to do it again.”
“I can’t guarantee that.”
That was the most serious expression I’d seen from her all day.
This is where you should obediently comply, you know.
“You know that in this country, we believe in Tsukumogami, right? Gods and spirits dwell in tools that have been used and cherished for a long time. Maybe Yuzuki-chan’s spirit might reside in this chair, which she has been sitting on continuously. Ah, such a spirit would surely be adorable… And by the way, I’m the one who wants to complain here. Can you please not disturb an adult who’s seriously engaged in her work?”
” ….. “
She crossed her arms and struck a pose. This person is unhinged.
No one would believe it if I revealed that the usually gentle and cute Mikami-sensei is actually a creepy idol otaku.
It’s easy to say anything with words. Right, unless there’s evidence.
I took out my smartphone from my pocket and pressed the play button.
『Ahh… I want to tear off this seat where Yuzuki-chan’s butt has been and use it as a face pack after my bath…』
『…The moment I hear Yuzuki-chan’s voice up close, I’m sure I would cut off my own ears with a cutter and preserve them in formalin——』
Hearing it again sends shivers down my spine.
“…Wha, when did you!?”
It was here that Mikami-sensei finally distorted her face.
“I’ve been recording since before I opened the door because I thought a suspicious person might have sneaked in.”
The true identity was, shockingly, our homeroom teacher.
But having witnessed it by chance, I couldn’t ignore the potential stalker.
“I have no intention of spreading this around. But if you claim to be the chosen one, how about you stop the indirect s*xual harassment that’s similar to a grade-schooler licking the recorder of the girl he likes?”
“So you’re saying it’s all good if I get permission?”
“Shut up!” (Sharaappu!)
With my shout, Mikami-sensei let out a sigh and slumped her shoulder.
“Fine. I’ll concede to your demands for today. But don’t let your guard down. There are many other fans of Yuzuki-chan in this school besides me. If you dare to mess with her, an army of ten millions will beat you with their mint-condition unopened tapestries.”
I don’t think there were more than 800 students at Orikita——where did the tens of millions come from?
Anyway, the bare minimum of safety at Yuzuki’s school has been secured.
Let’s keep it a secret from her.
“…Ah, I have to go. The staff meeting is about to start,”
“What are you even doing before the staff meeting, seriously…”
“Be very careful on your way home at night. And make sure to lock your house properly.”
With these unsettling words that one would not expect to hear from a teacher, Mikami-sensei left the classroom.
“…I should head home too.”
I’m tired. Maybe I’ll make my favorite food for dinner to change my mood.
At that moment, I had no idea that I would be even more exhausted tonight.
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