She looked at the messy bed in the medical office, shook her head, and sighed.
"Tsk, tsk. Even though our generation was pretty open-minded about these things, there's no need to get this impatient during class time."
"It really is nice to be young. When the mood hits, you just can't stop, huh? Or maybe it's more exciting when there are restrictions?"
What kind of nonsense is she saying?
Is this really something a school nurse should be saying?
Is she even serious?
"That's not it at all!" Miura Yumiko snapped immediately.
Honestly, Kobiki Sayo hadn't misunderstood anything.
If she truly thought they were doing that, she wouldn't be reacting like this.
This unserious nurse was clearly just teasing them.
If you followed her lead, you lost.
"Teacher, how can you say that?" Matsueda Azusa narrowed his eyes and immediately shifted the blame.
"If you hadn't shown up late, none of this would've happened. First period is already halfway over and you're only just arriving. I'm reporting this to the principal—your salary's getting docked."
"Ah! No—wait, that's too much! You can't deduct that!"
Kobiki Sayo panicked and said something that sounded extremely questionable.
Miura looked at Matsueda like he was garbage.
"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. You're the worst. A total pervert."
"Did you even hear what she just said?"
Matsueda didn't hold back at all and casually flipped her off.
"Let's get one thing straight—who's the real pervert here? Even ignoring this lewd teacher, a certain 'queen' who drags guys onto herself ranks way higher than a poor, innocent victim like me."
"Oh my, oh my~ no need to be so explicit."
Kobiki Sayo smiled sweetly, deliberately ignoring the jab at her.
She raised a finger and lightly placed it against Matsueda's lips.
"You don't need to describe it in such detail. Whether it was the boy or the girl who made the first move… in the end, it's all the same, isn't it?"
Miura finally snapped again.
"Kobiki-sensei, this is basically sexual harassment!"
Thankfully, despite her bias against Matsueda, her reasoning was still intact.
Being able to correctly identify Kobiki as the problem proved she still had common sense.
And for Matsueda—
This was the perfect opportunity.
He suddenly grabbed Kobiki Sayo's wrist and pulled her toward him.
She was completely unprepared.
In an instant, her face was inches away from his—close enough to feel his breath.
But Matsueda deliberately turned his head.
They didn't touch.
The moment froze.
Click.
A faint flash.
The sound of a shutter.
"Huh?"
Kobiki blinked in confusion.
Matsueda stepped back and raised his phone.
"Teacher… you wouldn't want people thinking you forced a kiss on a student, would you?"
On the screen—
A perfectly timed photo.
From that angle, it looked exactly like Kobiki was leaning down to kiss him.
"Eh?!"
She covered her mouth.
"Are you… threatening me?"
"How could I?" Matsueda smiled brightly.
"You and Gannatsu-sensei are close, right? If you don't believe me, go ask her. I'm a very polite, cheerful, and friendly student."
Kobiki hugged herself dramatically, pretending to be scared.
"What are you planning to do to me, student? No… at least not here. As long as you don't spread that photo, teacher will do anything~"
She's enjoying this way too much.
Miura stared at the scene in disbelief.
"…Did I just walk into an R-rated anime?"
Then she turned to Matsueda—
Eyes filled with horror and disgust.
"You're disgusting. Perverted. Criminal. This is literally a crime!"
Matsueda rolled his eyes.
"I'm just making sure this irresponsible teacher doesn't spread rumors."
Then he added calmly:
"You don't want Hayama Hayato asking what you and I were doing here this morning, do you?"
Miura froze.
That was true.
Nothing had actually happened.
But if this got out—
If Hayama heard about it—
That would be unacceptable.
Her expression hardened instantly.
She turned to Kobiki Sayo.
"Teacher… you don't want the school hearing that you forced a kiss on a student, right?"
"If anything about today leaks out, I'll testify."
"Eh~?"
Kobiki tilted her head playfully.
"You want a threesome? That's a bit much, don't you think?"
This teacher was completely hopeless.
Soubu High was doomed.
Compared to her—
Even Hiratsuka-sensei seemed normal.
"I would NEVER do something like that!" Miura exploded.
"What are you even thinking about all day?!"
Matsueda thought to himself—
She's turning into a full-on tsukkomi now.
Probably because she's surrounded by too many weird people.
Back to where it all began—
The teacher's office.
Matsueda Azusa leaned back casually, even pretending to whistle.
Across from him, Hiratsuka Shizuka sat with visible irritation, tapping her fingers on the desk.
"Normally, when I call a student in, they behave properly," she said.
"They're cautious, respectful—at the very least they don't act like this."
Matsueda immediately clasped his hands respectfully.
"That's because those students broke rules, have guilty consciences, or have terrible grades. Or they misunderstand your personality and treat you like a predator."
"But I'm different."
"I act with integrity."
"I respect you as both mentor and friend."
"How could I possibly be nervous?"
A vein popped on Hiratsuka's forehead.
"Don't give me that nonsense!"
"You caused trouble this morning AND got into a fight!"
"Do you think I don't know?!"
"Your Honor, I've been wronged!"
Matsueda immediately protested.
"Where did you hear that? Someone must be spreading malicious rumors to sabotage our relationship!"
"Everyone saw it!"
Hiratsuka snapped.
"The whole grade knows!"
"You think they're all lying?!"
"If parents hear about this—what then?"
"Your club was approved, wasn't it?"
"Do you think they'll let you continue?"
That was a problem.
But—
Only if they found out.
"Teacher, you're right."
"They're all wrong."
"This is large-scale school bullying through false rumors."
"Nothing happened this morning."
He spread his hands calmly.
"If there was a fight—who was I fighting? Air?"
"…You're trying to drag others into this."
Hiratsuka sighed.
"Yes, Miura was involved too."
"She actually made the first move."
"I don't understand what you mean," Matsueda cut in smoothly.
"You're slandering her now."
"We had no conflict."
"It was just an accident."
"Don't believe rumors."
"Don't spread rumors."
Hiratsuka froze.
"…Wait."
"You're saying nothing happened?"
"Exactly."
"And she'll confirm that?"
"Of course."
Hiratsuka hesitated.
"…Should I call her in?"
"No problem."
Matsueda smiled calmly.
The outcome of this situation—
Depended entirely on how the involved parties handled it.
And realistically—
Miura had no reason to escalate things.
Unless—
She wanted punishment.
Or worse—
Hayama finding out.
And that—
Would never happen.
People bound by love—
Are easy to control.
Hiratsuka studied him for a moment.
"…So you're saying this doesn't need punishment?"
"Why punish something that didn't happen?" Matsueda replied innocently.
"But rules are rules."
"Even if you deny it, punishment still applies."
"If our words don't matter—then there must be evidence, right?"
Matsueda tilted his head.
"Oh, right."
"Our classroom camera has been broken since the start of the term."
"No one fixed it."
"So there's no evidence."
Hiratsuka slammed the table.
"You think witnesses don't count?!"
"I see."
Matsueda nodded.
Then said seriously—
"Then I'd like to report something too."
"Hayama Hayato is involved in immoral relationships!"
"Corrupting the school!"
"He's hosting wild parties!"
Hiratsuka's veins bulged.
"Stop making things up!"
"Where's your evidence?!"
Matsueda pointed at himself.
"I'm the witness."
"You said witnesses are enough, right?"
"…."
Hiratsuka went completely silent.
Just then, a passing teacher overheard.
"Wait—what?!"
"Do we have a student like that?!"
"That's way too extreme!"
Matsueda spread his hands.
"See? That's what rumors do."
"…It's fake?"
"Yes."
"Then don't spread it!"
The teacher scolded Hiratsuka.
"That's unprofessional!"
Hiratsuka completely shut down.
Burned out.
Like ash.