บท 18: Yellow hairs
After that, the rest of the somewhat boring Japanese literature class passed without incident.
After the bell rang for the end of class, Sasaki, who was moving the table back to its original position, looked at the beautiful handwriting in the book and complimented Yasui with a smile.
"Your handwriting is very nice."
As if she didn't expect the boy's conversation, Yasui Sara, who was packing up her textbook, was visibly startled.
However, because she had a good sense of Sasaki, she didn't coldly ignore him but instead shyly lowered her head.
"Thanks."
Because he still had to go to the staff room, the boy didn't chat anymore.
After moving the table back to its original position, he glanced at Miwa Itsuki, who was talking with other students and seemed unconcerned about his childhood friend being approached.
Then, under Yasui Sara's watchful gaze, he walked out of the classroom.
And following his line of sight, the girl looked at Itsuki, and seeing her childhood friend not even sparing her a glance, the frustrated girl lay down on the table angrily and snorted softly.
After leaving the classroom and arriving at the staff room, Sasaki asked a passing teacher for directions and found Takamine Ayako's office space.
However, she wasn't there at the moment.
Only a set of keys was placed on the desk.
The pink-haired teacher next to him seemed to have been told about his coming, so when she saw Sasaki reaching at Takamine's position, she sat on the swivel chair and came close to him.
"Sasaki?"
As he was about to pick up the keys, Sasaki Fuyumi turned his head to look at the teacher beside him.
The pink-haired teacher was wearing a decent black professional attire with matching black silk fabric.
Her light pink shawl hair was styled into a double braid, hanging down on her shoulders.
The broken hair in front of her forehead was smoothed to the side of her face, leaving only a wisp of bangs like a crescent moon, revealing a beautiful face with a friendly smile and the big light blue eyes that were looking at him curiously.
"Teacher." After saying hello and nodding, the boy stood there waiting for her next words.
And the teacher sitting on a swivel chair crossed his legs and suddenly approached him, looking at Sasaki's face with great interest.
"It doesn't matter whether you call me a teacher or not.
My name is Sakashiro Kurumi, you can call me Sakashiro.
Takamine-sensei is at a meeting and not here. Are you one of her students? I've never seen you in class before. A handsome guy like you, I shouldn't have missed.."
The beautiful woman squeezed the boy's arm, and her tone was a little confused.
She was not polite to him, and Sasaki was naturally not polite to her either.
After looking around and finding that no one was paying attention to them, he reached out, pressed her head, and moved her back.
"Teacher, I took a long leave because of family matters. I just arrived at school today, otherwise, I wouldn't have come here for the storage room key."
After being pushed down a few steps, the smiling Sakashiro Kurumi looked up and down at the boy, who was quite tall, powerful, and had a handsome face:
"You have a good figure, and you are quite bold, too."
Hearing her teasing words, the boy, who was reaching out to pick up the key on the table, glanced at the smiling woman and couldn't help but say:
"Teacher, your look and tone are quite suggestive, do you know that?"
"Tch, so only boys can look at girls that way, and I can't look at boys?" Faced with Sasaki's joking teasing, the woman didn't take it at all and instead retorted with a stubborn neck as if to justify her right to look.
"Hey, hey, I didn't look at you like that."
As if feeling that she was talking about him, Sasaki also couldn't help but defend himself.
Although he did look, but not in a way to think anything obscene or inappropriate at first glance.
So, the look in his eyes at that time was definitely not disrespectful.
Of course, it wasn't respectful either.
"Why are you in a hurry if I didn't mention you?" Glancing at the boy, who had singled himself out, Sakashiro Kurumi sat with her legs crossed, her right leg clad in black stockings, swinging slowly
The high heels on her little feet were not properly worn but hung on her toes, swinging back and forth rhythmically, causing the shoes to sway back and forth with her movements.
The collision of the shoe uppers with the round soles of her feet produced a gentle 'tap tap' sound.
After speaking, without waiting for the boy's answer, Kurumi crossed her arms, making her already full breasts even more round and proud:
"Are your eyes really that honest?"
Seeing her in this state, Sasaki did not deny it but counter-asked, "Are you really a teacher?"
"You cheeky boy, daring to doubt the teacher. Do you want the teacher to give you some extra lessons to prove herself?"
Faced with Sasaki's suspicion, she gently twisted her butt in the skirt, and the sliding chair under her seat moved a few steps forward and came to the boy, her tone slightly ambiguous.
The incomprehensible roast chicken.
Looking at the teacher, who seemed very interested in him, the boy shook his head, "Let's do something some other day. For now, I have to go to the warehouse to get books."
After saying that, he pressed her head again, pushed her away, turned around, and left the staff room.
Sakashiro Kurumi, going with the push, slid back to her desk, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling light with her light blue eyes, which were slightly red.
"A human that smells so good..."
…...
After leaving the staff room, Sasaki Fuyumi followed the school floor plan he had seen at the door of the staff room and came to a corner.
But before he could round the corner, he heard shouts coming from the warehouse door downstairs.
"Hey, Natsuha, do you want to go to karaoke for a while after school in the afternoon?"
"Get lost, am I that close with you? Don't call me Natsuha."
"Don't be so harsh, we're just going to play for a while, and we'll treat you."
Hearing the familiar name, Sasaki poked his head out, and what he saw was two gangsters in student uniforms, as thin as a hemp pole, with hair dyed yellow, pestering his classmate.
…
...
Just after using the restroom and planning to take a shortcut back to the classroom, Shinomiya Natsuha, seeing unfamiliar thugs blocking her way, frowned in annoyance.
'Bad luck!'
Normally, she would ignore such presumptuous guys who liked to take advantage of girls, but today, in an attempt to save time, she took a shortcut and ended up encountering them.
However, she wasn't worried about these two guys doing anything to her. After all, she was the main player of the Aikido club. Although she couldn't take on five guys at once, dealing with two skinny rascals like them would be effortless.
With such confidence in her heart, the girl's tone was naturally not polite.
"I'll say it again, get lost. I have no interest in wasting my time with scum like you."
Hearing this, the two yellow hairs blocking the way looked at each other, before one of the guys, wearing earrings took a few steps forward and spat:
"There's no need to be so disrespectful. Natsuha Shinoniya. We're all classmates, and it's just getting to know each other and sing some songs.".
Noticing his approach, the girl somewhat disgusted, crossed her arms over her proud, upright scenery and took a few steps back: "Can't you understand human language, or do you only know how to bark like a dog? Move, or I'll call for help."
These words seemed to stimulate the two gangsters, and after she spoke, they exchanged glances and simultaneously charged at the girl.
It's just before Shinomiya Natsuha clenched her fists and took a stance, preparing to fight back; there was a sound of shoes stepping on the stairs going downstairs, which attracted the attention of several people.
The first thing that came into view was a pair of white indoor shoes.
As the gaze moved up along with the person descending the stairs, a figure with a tall, upright stature, straight as a javelin, appeared in view...
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