Can I Still Be Your Heroine Even Though I'm Your Teacher?-Chapter 1Volume .5 - An Unexpected Home Date

An Unexpected Home Date 5

“Wow, you keep it clean. Impressive that there’s not a speck of dust in the entrance or hallway.”

Tenjō-sensei looked around with interest.

“Sorry for the cramped small room…”

“I know, I’m your neighbor. The layout is exactly the same.”

“Is that so?”

Having a woman in my room makes my heart race.

“Is your room this tidy so you can invite girls over anytime you want?”

Sensei makes a suggestive remark.

“Unfortunately, there are no girls I could invite over.”

“Huh. Nishiki-kun, I thought a guy like you would have a girlfriend.”

“If I had a girlfriend, I certainly wouldn’t invite other women over.”

“Oh, what a gentleman. Any girl who becomes your girlfriend can rest easy.”

I head to the kitchen in the hallway to prepare Sensei’s portion of dinner.

“Sensei, you can just take a seat.”

“I’ll help you with something.”

Sensei stayed at the border between the room and the hallway, looking hesitant.

“There’s no need really, it’s just serving the curry on the plate. Oh, do you have any preference for the amount of curry or rice?”

“Then I’ll have a larg——no, actually, just a regular serving.”

Whether it’s a maiden’s shyness or an adult’s restraint, she’s about to blurt ‘large’ but corrects herself.

“Okay. a large serving it is.”

I intuit what she wants and take out a plate, opening the lid of the rice cooker.

“People need to replenish energy for the amount they move. It’s because after coaching the swim team rigorously after school, I haven’t eaten anything!”

It’s natural to be hungry after nine at night, but from Sensei’s tone, it seems she also swims extensively herself.

“Do advisors have to swim a lot?”

I had assumed that as an advisor, her main jobs were to supervise by the poolside, give swimming instructions, and ensure safety.

Perhaps she also swims to demonstrate techniques.

“Maybe because I like swimming myself. It helps me keep in shape.”

She put her hands on her waist with a look of pride as if to show off her own style.

True to her words, her slender figure is emphasized with beautiful curves that gracefully rise and fall.

“Sensei, what do you usually do for dinner?”

I put a generous amount of white rice onto the plate.

“I’d prefer to cook for myself every day, but I’ve been eating out or just buying something to eat lately.”

“I guess it’s difficult for working adults to manage household chores on weekdays.”

“I’m sick of a life that’s just going back and forth between home and work, and being in a room where the chores aren’t done just makes me feel even more depressed.”

Tenjō-sensei must like things to be clean.

For her to lament this much means she’s feeling a little overwhelmed by her current situation.

“A house gets dirty if you leave it alone, but it never gets tidy on its own, huh?”

“That’s right! There’s just not enough time, especially for busy working people.”

Working adults deeply lament the lack of time.

“Are you taking time off to relax properly? Like going out on weekends or devoting yourself to some hobbies?”

“On my days off, I’m just trying to recover my energy...”

Sensei’s eyes look empty as she continues,

“Sleep is one of the three basic human needs, after all.”

I started to feel worried.

Come to think of it, during today’s history class, when the topic of lack of sleep came up, Sensei seemed to relate very strongly.

“In this day and age, the whole society is so hard-pressed. Sleeping might be becoming the ultimate luxury.”

After a strained laugh with a dead-eyed smile, Sensei snaps back to reality.

“──What am I doing, complaining to a student…Sorry, just ignore everything I said.”

It’s too late to say that now.

The Reiyu Tenjō I knew during the day was beautiful, brimming with confidence, always smiling, and bright.

I had assumed she was born into many blessings, fulfilled, loved, and leading a shining life.

However, even a beauty like Sensei also has ordinary problems.

Realizing this simple truth made the person I admired feel a little closer to me.

“At least satisfy your appetite as much as you can.”

I ladled curry sauce from the pot, pouring it generously over the rice.

I wiped off any curry that had spilled onto the rim of the plate with a clean cloth, then placed it on a tray.

“Here you go Sensei, your curry. Can you bring the salad and soup to the table?”

“Wow, it looks delicious. You’ve even got the side dishes all set.”

She seemed excited after being entrusted with the tray full of food.

I dished out my own curry and carried it to the table.

“Thank you for preparing everything, Nishiki-kun.”

Sensei thanked me as she sat down on a cushion.

“……”

I couldn’t help but stare intently at the scene before me.

The idea of a beautiful girl like Tenjō-sensei eating normally in my room felt unbelievably out of the ordinary.

“Nishiki-kun, what’s wrong? Come sit down.”

Prompted by her, I took my seat.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Please go ahead and eat it.”

“Then, itadakimasu.”

Sensei put her hands together before starting her meal with good manners.

I found myself watching her, curious about her reaction.

It was a moment charged with tension.

“...Nishiki-kun.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“You’re staring too much.”

“Ah?”

“It’s hard to eat when someone is staring at me like that.”

“Sorry, I’m not used to having someone other than my family eat my cooking.”

“Don’t worry. I can tell how good you are just by how carefully you’ve plated the food.”

She smiles as if to approve of my cooking skills.

Then, Sensei takes her first bite.

“──Hng.”

She lets out a small noise, and her eyes widen. Her lips briefly twist into a slight frown.

She chews slowly, savoring the taste as if she wants to thoroughly enjoy the food.

Her reaction is reminiscent of a baby tasting new food for the first time.

After swallowing, she remains motionless, spoon in hand, and staring at the curry on her plate.

The mysterious tension paralyzes me. What is this reaction from Sensei about?

Was it bad?

Were the ingredients not cooked properly?

But I’ve made curry many times before, so there shouldn’t be any mistakes.

Maybe the store-bought medium-hot curry roux is too spicy for Sensei?

However, she doesn’t reach for the cup of barley tea as if in need of relief.

“If you don’t like it, you can spit it out. The bathroom is over there.”

Sensei finally spoke just as I was about to offer both the cup of barley tea and a box of tissues in case of the worst.

“It’s really delicious. Nishiki-kun, you’re a genius! I could eat this forever!”

She praises me with a beaming smile and pats my shoulder.

I let out a sigh of relief and say,

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“You’re too absorbed in the taste.”

“I just wanted to fully savor the first bite.”

It’s a pleasure to see her happily munching on the curry I made.