Normally at this time, Komoe-sensei would already be dressed in her pink bunny pajamas and rushing to open the door in a fluster.
Because it was Saturday, teachers were off duty as well.
Last night she must have been eating hot pot at home with Aiho Yomikawa, the P.E. teacher and a member of Anti-Skill. The apartment was most likely filled with unwashed beer bottles and cigarette butts, and the entire place reeked of smoke and alcohol.
It looked exactly like the room of a middle aged sports gambler in his forties or fifties.
Clang, clang, clang… As Arata called out, the sound of objects crashing to the floor came from inside the apartment.
Bang, bang, bang. Arata knocked on the reinforced door again and said loudly, "Komoe-sensei, there's no need to rush cleaning up. It's not like this is the first time."
"Coming, coming. Stop knocking already. Arata-chan comes to help me every Saturday without fail. Even though I live alone, I'm still an adult and can take care of myself."
Accompanied by a flustered yet sweet voice, the apartment door opened with a click. A thick wave of smoke and alcohol drifted outward. A petite pink haired girl, only reaching Arata's chest in height, stepped out with her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.
Ever since becoming her student a year ago, he had once come to her house by coincidence. After discovering her disastrous lifestyle, instead of laughing, he silently picked up a broom and helped her clean the entire place.
Back then, as a teacher, she had felt so ashamed in front of her new student that she wanted to sink into the ground. From that day onward, Arata-chan began coming over every holiday to help tidy up her apartment.
Not only that, he would bring ingredients and cook together with her. Arata's Chinese cuisine was exceptionally delicious.
Last night she had forced herself not to drink too much and had intended to keep the room tidy. However, after enjoying herself too much drinking with Yomikawa, she completely forgot about it.
Today, she would once again be taken care of by her own student.
"Komoe-sensei, if you keep living like this, your health will eventually deteriorate."
Arata looked at the adorable teacher in her pink bunny pajamas with a serious expression as he spoke.
Komoe-sensei blushed deeply and awkwardly twisted her fingers together. She opened the door wider and said sweetly, "You don't have to trouble yourself cleaning for me, Arata-chan. Teacher is an adult and can take care of herself."
Although she spoke like an adult, her actions were anything but mature.
"Sensei, you can't even manage your own room. How can that count as being an adult?" Arata stepped inside naturally, carrying groceries. What he saw was a floor covered with beer bottles and an old table topped with an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.
"Even if Arata-chan says that…" Komoe-sensei hurriedly grabbed a trash bag and began frantically stuffing cigarette butts and empty bottles into it. Then she turned around nervously and asked, "Arata-chan… Even though I want to change, I can't change overnight. Would you start disliking this teacher who struggles so much to improve?"
If a teacher were disliked by her own student, that would truly be a failure.
"How could that ever happen? Komoe-sensei is one of my favorite teachers. And besides, cuteness is justice. Sensei is so cute, so of course I wouldn't dislike you."
While helping her wipe the table with a cloth, Arata smiled warmly and said that over the past year he had received a great deal of care and attention from Komoe-sensei.
"What you just said sounds exactly like dialogue from a manga from ten years ago. For a teacher to be taken care of by her own student is something that would make anyone feel ashamed," Komoe-sensei said, her cheeks flushed and her voice soft and sweet as she lowered her head.
"Does Komoe-sensei want to distance herself from me?"
"That's not it at all, Arata-chan." Komoe-sensei hurriedly denied it. "It's just that I haven't helped you much, yet I'm the one being looked after. It makes me feel like I've failed as a teacher."
"How could that be? I've always received plenty of care from my teachers. When I suffered from amnesia, my teachers even visited me in the hospital to take care of me and comfort me."
"That is simply a teacher's responsibility and an adult's duty. When students face difficulties, we cannot just sit by and do nothing."
As Komoe-sensei spoke, she finished tying up the trash bag and placed it neatly by the door, then raised her small hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"But to me, that kindness is unforgettable. So isn't it only natural that I take care of my teacher in return?" Arata said with a grin as he used his telekinesis to send all the garbage downstairs to the designated disposal area.
Komoe-sensei's cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment or exhaustion. She swayed slightly and spoke in her sweet voice.
"That really does sound like a line from a romantic movie. Arata-chan, you've said it twice already. If you're trying to act cool, don't say it when your teacher is already embarrassed, or I won't let you off so easily."
Arata felt deeply moved by her adorable appearance. Komoe-sensei was always at her cutest when she was shy. He swallowed and asked softly, "Sensei, can I hug you?"
Why not take this opportunity to obtain that two star card?
"It's rude to suddenly change the topic like that when we were speaking so seriously." Komoe-sensei puffed out her cheeks, which instantly turned bright red, and spoke in a teacherly tone.
"No, it's just that I suddenly wanted to hug you, Sensei. This is a sincere request from your student. Please." Arata clasped his hands together and smiled warmly.
"Arata-chan has suddenly become quite willful," Komoe-sensei said in the tone of a mature woman, though her face was burning red as she slowly reached out to hug him.
Over the past year, she had come to understand Arata-chan very well. Perhaps he had many shortcomings, but he was undoubtedly a good student. At the same time, she could sense that he carried many burdens. Although she did not know what those troubles were, she would help him without hesitation if he was willing to talk about them.
But…
"Eeh… ah…" Komoe-sensei blinked her large pink eyes and looked down at the hand firmly wrapped around her waist. Her feet instantly left the ground as her balance vanished. She let out a panicked, sweet cry while her arms flailed helplessly.
"What are you doing, Arata-chan…?"
["Ding. Congratulations, Host, for unlocking a two star character card. You have obtained the Noble Phantasm: Rule Breaker."]
[It originates from the Type Moon universe.]
[Grade: C]
[Type: Anti Magic Noble Phantasm]
[Ability: A conceptual dagger that nullifies all forms of magecraft affecting a target it pierces. This includes magical reinforcement, contracts formed through magecraft, and even life forms created through magecraft. Upon activation, the target is reverted to the state prior to the application of magecraft. In other words, contracts based on magecraft are annulled, and beings sustained purely by magical constructs are destroyed instantly.]
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