Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street-Chapter 114

Naomi didn’t eavesdrop for long. She quickly shook her head and walked away. Though it wouldn’t be right to barge in, she could at least keep watch for her friend and make sure Sumire didn’t end up socially ruined.

Just before she left, the last thing she heard was Sumire’s startled cry.

"Why are you still taking pictures with your phone?! This won’t do, absolutely not! Delete them right now! Sensei is going to get mad!"

Inside the infirmary, Shuichi dodged Sumire’s frantic attempts to snatch his phone, looking genuinely confused.

"But sensei, you posted so many pictures of your face online and didn’t mind. Why are you so worried about this one when you're completely covered up in a suit? No one can even tell it's you."

"This is different..." Sumire huffed, forcing her student into a corner.

"Sensei, if you come any closer, I’m gonna scream—Ultraman is attacking me!" Shuichi joked.

Sumire was clearly furious, but when she heard that, she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. And that only made her even angrier—how could she laugh when this guy was teasing her in such a ridiculous way?!

"Oh, right. Which Ultraman is this again?" Shuichi eyed her up and down.

Silver-gray base, black and yellow stripes…

Although he didn’t recognize the exact character, Shuichi could tell that this Ultraman seemed to be a female character.

"You don’t even know Carmeara?" Sumire was utterly exasperated. "I really thought you were a proper tokusatsu fan who wanted a close-up look at an Ultraman cosplay."

"What, just because I’ve only watched Tiga, I don’t deserve to believe in the light?" Shuichi spread his hands helplessly.

Sumire’s expression darkened. "Wait… So when you first asked me to cosplay as Ultraman… you meant Tiga?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Shuichi blinked innocently.

"……"

Sumire took a deep breath, too furious to even speak.

She had actually misunderstood him at first, thinking he wanted her to wear some kind of revealing cosplay outfit. But no—this guy wasn’t just talking about Ultraman; he was talking about a male Ultraman!

"Oh? Does sensei mind the gender thing? But haven’t you cosplayed plenty of male characters before? Or… do you look down on Tiga?" Shuichi tilted his head, looking genuinely confused.

Sumire shut down. She didn’t want to argue anymore. Without a word, she turned toward the infirmary bed, preparing to take off the suit.

Shuichi quickly took a couple of steps forward to follow her. Then, in a low voice, he murmured:

"If sensei wore leather pants, I bet it’d look really… seductive."

"?!!"

Sumire’s eyes widened in shock.

But before she could explode, Shuichi suddenly switched to a completely serious tone.

"Next time, let’s go with Tiga, okay? You clearly didn’t fulfill your promise this time. Sure, the misunderstanding was due to a lack of proper communication, but in the end, the fact remains—you didn’t keep your word, right?"

Through the viewing slit in her Ultraman suit, Sumire stared at Shuichi’s expression, wondering if she had just imagined what he said.

"Or how about a black leather outfit? Sensei can pick one of the two." Shuichi’s face carried an infuriating smirk.

At least, that’s how it looked to Sumire.

"I’m not picking either!" She snapped, flustered and annoyed.

"Oh, alright then. I guess after school today, I’ll go share sensei’s cosplay photos with Kitagawa-san. I have a feeling she’d be very interested."

Shuichi shrugged and casually turned to leave.

"Wait!" Sumire quickly grabbed his arm, biting down on her lip. "Fine, I got it."

"Friday after school, still in the infirmary. That works, right?" Shuichi asked with a smug grin.

"No problem." Sumire gritted her teeth as she agreed, then huffed and ducked behind the curtained-off bed, yanking the curtain shut with a sharp tug.

Shuichi glanced up at the flimsy curtain hooks barely holding on for dear life. He had a feeling something interesting was about to happen, so he didn’t rush to leave.

And sure enough, just as he predicted—

The hooks finally gave out. The curtain came crashing down like a grand stage reveal, fully exposing Sumire.

Right at that moment, she had only managed to take off half of her Ultraman suit…

Shuichi blinked, staying silent for a moment.

Sumire immediately shot him a glare. "How long do you plan on staring?! Turn around already!"

"Sensei, don’t worry about it. Really, there’s absolutely no need—given your situation..." Shuichi obediently turned his back as she ordered, but his mouth kept running.

That was the last straw.

Sumire couldn't hold back anymore—she launched a surprise attack from behind, grabbing Shuichi and yanking him onto the bed. Then, without hesitation, she unleashed a flurry of punches with her fists of fury.

"Ow… You’re actually hitting me?!"

"Who told you to keep poking at my sore spots?!"

"Is this really something a good teacher should be doing?"

"Whatever! I’m already unfit to be a teacher anyway. Let me just beat you up first!"

"I’m gonna fight back, you know!"

"You’re gonna be the death of me!" Sumire was practically on the verge of tears—this guy was just too infuriating.

Seeing this, Shuichi quickly pulled her into an embrace, his hand gently rubbing her smooth back as he tried to comfort her.

"Alright, alright, don’t cry! It’s not worth it. Look, if it makes you feel better, you can stare at me all you want. That way, it won’t feel like a loss, right?"

"You said it!" Sumire’s eyes welled up, but she barely managed to hold back her tears, determined not to cry in front of a student.

However, in the current situation—with not a scrap of clothing on—any trace of her teacherly authority was long gone.

"I said it." Shuichi was bold enough to follow through.

Sumire hadn’t yet realized anything was amiss; her only thought was to retaliate, and her first move was to pull out her phone and take a photo.

Shuichi didn’t stop her. He was perfectly clear-headed, even taking the time to admire Sumire’s cold, pale skin.

Hmm, it was just her skin that stood out; her figure was truly unremarkable, nothing particularly appealing.

Shuichi had to admit—Sumire had the fairest skin he’d ever seen.

As he had noticed before, she seemed to have a bit of mixed heritage, though it wasn’t too obvious. Maybe it came from her grandfather’s generation or even further back.

"Hmph, now I have an embarrassing photo of you too! Don’t even think about threatening me again." Sumire smugly put away her phone.

"Uh… Sensei, I think you might be overestimating this a bit. A picture of a guy with his chest exposed… doesn’t really have much blackmail value, does it?" Shuichi kindly pointed out.

"……"

Sumire’s brain finally caught up with reality. Yeah… that was completely useless.

"Sensei wouldn’t be thinking of something even more extreme, would you?" Shuichi asked with a playful smirk. "If it’ll stop you from crying, I wouldn’t mind."

That finally snapped Sumire back to reality.

She hurriedly pulled up the half-removed Ultraman suit, covering her upper body, and took a step back. Face flushed with embarrassment and frustration, she snapped:

"Who’s crying?! And you—you have a girlfriend! Aren’t you afraid of her finding out about… this?!"

"Well, the ‘girlfriend’ label is debatable, but she already knows everything I do." Shuichi replied nonchalantly.

"She knows?" Sumire was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, and she doesn’t care at all."

"…Huh?"

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