Can I Still Be Your Heroine Even Though I'm Your Teacher?-Chapter 1Volume .8 - Interlude - Overnight in a Students Room

Interlude 1 

Overnight in a Student’s Room

“Mmm~, I slept so well.”

As if a switch was flipped, I instantly woke up with my eyes wide open.

Usually, I have to set multiple alarms on my phone, dragging my consciousness out of a deep, muddy sleep and crawling out of bed like a zombie.

It’s been a while since I’ve slept this well. I feel lighter than usual, and my head is clear.

When was the last time I woke up feeling this good?

It would be great if it could be like this every day.

I stretch in bed and reach for my phone to check the time, but it’s not by the pillow.

“What, where is it?”

My phone is nowhere to be found.

“This, the sheets feel different…”

The feel of the body pillow I usually hug is different, and now that I think about it, the smell is different too.

I sit up and look around the room in a daze.

It’s a room that I know, but something feels off.

“…Was it always like this?”

As my vision becomes clearer, I realize what feels so different.

“!? This is Nishiki-kun’s room!”

I’ve really done it now!!!!

I felt the blood drain from my face.

How on earth did this happen?

“Ah, d-did I really do this!?”

An inaudible scream of despair escapes me.

Words like ‘overnight stay’, ‘misconduct with a minor’, and ‘disciplinary dismissal’ suddenly race through my mind.

“No way, wait a minute! I really slept over in my student’s room?”

I quickly check my own state.

It’s okay, I’m properly dressed. I’m wearing underwear too. Nothing looks disheveled. Still pure.

After a brief moment of relief, I hurriedly recall what happened last night.

I went to his room, ate curry rice, cried, and was comforted while resting on his chest.

Later, we talked while eating strawberries, and I must have fallen asleep at some point…

Remembering this makes my face burn with heat.

“N-not only did I enter a man’s house, but I also spent the night here…”

My carelessness plunges my previously bright mood into the ground.

“Sensei, are you awake?”

A voice comes from the floor.

“N-Nishiki-kun!?”

“Good morning.”

He sounds sleepy as he lifts himself off the floor.

“G-good morning.”

My agitation comes out in my voice.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Th-thanks to you…were you sleeping on the floor?”

“Yeah, because Sensei was deeply asleep in my bed. Don’t you remember?”

Nishiki-kun asks while holding back a yawn.

“I don’t remember at all…”

I feel so awkward that I can’t even look at him properly.

“Um, Sensei. Could you please fix your clothes or hide them?”

I check my appearance as he makes that request.

My clothes are really disheveled due to the earlier body check.

The top buttons of my shirt are undone, revealing my cleavage and bra, and my skirt is hiked up from checking my underwear, creating a rather revealing and sexy appearance.

I hurriedly wrapped myself in the duvet and backed away to the wall.

“Just to be clear, I didn’t lay a finger on Sensei.”

“B-but! Why am I sleeping in your bed?”

I fidgeted under the duvet while straightening my clothes.

“Well, you moved there yourself, Sensei. You were leaning against the bed at first, but eventually, you crawled in and fell sound asleep. I tried calling out to you several times, but you didn’t wake up, so I gave up.”

He calmly explained what happened last night.

Right, I often fall asleep leaning against my bed at home.

Usually, I wake up briefly in the middle of the night and return to bed in a half-asleep state, so it’s not impossible for me to do something like this.

But to think I would do such a thing in the room of a man who is also my student…

“Then, you spent the whole night on the floor?”

“Would it have been better if I had slept beside you?”

He stood up, stretching his back and waist as if they were stiff.

“I’m really, really sorry!!”

I bowed deeply on the bed.

I’m such an idiot───────!!

What would have happened if he hadn’t been such a gentleman?

“If it gets out that you stayed in a male student’s room, it’ll be a huge scandal.”

“No way…I don’t want to be fired as a teacher.”

I held my head in my hands.

“I won’t spread it around.”

How many weaknesses of mine has he grasped up until this morning?

“You’re not threatening me? You didn’t take any photos of me?”

I feel like crying again first thing in the morning.

“If you doubt me, feel free to check my phone.”

“…are you a god? I almost want to worship you.”

In a situation where I can no longer maintain even a shred of my dignity as a teacher, he remains calm, his demeanor unchanging.

What kind of upbringing leads to a high school sophomore being this composed?

My student is too mature.

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“So, what will you do? If you have time after this, I would like to continue where we left off yesterday.”

“What?”

I tilt my head, not understanding what he means.

Don’t tell me that he would never attack someone in her sleep, but he would do it if she consented to it?

Sensing danger, I try to get out of bed, but he stands in my way, blocking my path.

Oh no… I’m sure I won’t be able to escape if he comes any closer…

“….!”

I swallow my breath as tension seizes my body.

“Sensei?”

“Look! I’ve decided my first time would be with someone I love, so I can’t do such things lightly! Besides, I don’t have the adult techniques you might be expecting, so please give up!”

In a flurry, I blurt out everything that comes to mind.

I feel like I might have said too much, but I was desperate to protect myself.

Then it’s his turn to panic.

“I’m talking about the discussion between the neighbors! Since Sensei fell asleep last night, we didn’t get to discuss anything!”

He’s also in a rush to clear his name of any false accusations.

“Ah, yeah, I see…Of course, that’s what you meant. Thank goodness.”

Finally, the tension drains from my body.

“There’s jumping to conclusions, and then there’s this. Seriously, give me a break.”

He looks genuinely troubled and averts his gaze from me.

“I can’t apologize enough. But, I’m sorry.”

All I can do is apologize.

Embarrassed by my own misunderstanding, I couldn’t even look him in the face.

It’s more than just a blow to my dignity as a teacher.

Even though nothing happened, an awkward silence fills the room bathed with morning sunlight.

“Since it’s a day off, how about we have breakfast first? Maybe this time we can have that talk.”

He was the first to speak.

“Yeah, I’ll eat. Thank you.”

I respond quickly.

It’s always Nishiki-kun who makes these suggestions first.

His ability to sense and break through awkward situations is honestly reliable.

“Then, how about in an hour? Sensei, you probably need to get ready too.”

Hearing his suggestion, I remember I hadn’t even showered before sleeping in his bed last night.

Oh no, I start worrying about my own sweat and smell.

“Okay! And I’ll do the laundry for the bed covers and everything!”

“No, I’ll do that.”

“Just leave it to me! It’s my apology for using your bed!”

Before Nishiki-kun can agree, I forcibly strip the sheets off the bed.

“See you in an hour!”

I rush out of his room while clutching the linens like a bandit.

With that momentum, I return to my own room next door for the first time since last night, forgetting again about the bags of trash I left out in the hallway.

“Whoa, wha-!?”

I trip spectacularly and end up burying my face in the pile of sheets I was carrying.

After a slight pain, I notice a scent that’s not my own.

“Ahh, ahhhhhhh────!”

While letting out a strange cry, I quickly throw everything into the washing machine.

Then, as if to wash away the traces of last night, I strip off the clothes and underwear I was wearing and turn on the switch.

As I step into the shower and let the hot water pour over me, I’m filled with intense self-loathing.

“What am I doing sleeping in his room?”

Nothing happened, but spending the night in a man’s room was a first in my life.

I’ve lived for twenty-three years without a single boyfriend. Never even been in a relationship.

Of course, I’ve never been involved in any adult relationships either.

I’ve always had little interest in romance, viewing my friends’ obsessions with love and partners as something very distant to me.

Even though I’ve been confessed to since my student days, I’ve always rejected everyone.

So much so that I’ve hardly ever been on a proper date, let alone stay over at a man’s place.

“This is jumping ahead too fast.”

And the person in question is a younger boy.

Yuunagi Nishiki. My student, who I coincidentally discovered lives next door.

『Maybe someone suitable is closer than you expect? Isn’t there someone nice at school?』

The words of my best friend suddenly resurface. That only makes me more conscious of him.

…Now the heat in my face isn’t just from the shower.

“How am I supposed to face him after this!”

I’m not sure if I can act like an adult in front of him anymore…