Hitomebore

I saw Kenkyo writing on the dressing table, which is in this room. I don't know what she wrote, but I saw a tinge of happiness on her face.

Love letter? May be. I smirked when I thought that it was indeed a love letter or poem she had written. My grin widened as I digested that it was most likely aimed at me.

She hasn't noticed that I have been staring at him for a while.

I cleared my throat to get her attention. She turned and smiled at me.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"Secret, Sensei!" she replied in a playful annoyed tone. Well, the calls back are inconsistent, right?

"Oshite kore!" (Tell) compel me.

And what's the point of calling me sensei? Well, she was once my student when I disguised herself as a Math teacher at her school. At that time, Police Chief Takahashi Ryousuke assigned me to investigate cases of kidnapping and sexual harassment and terror that were rife at the school. And it turns out, the perpetrator is the principal herself.

The first time I saw her, I immediately fell in love with him. The term .... Hitomebore, huh... Love at first sight.

Because of that, I was able to instantly forget my ex-lover, Maeda Naomi who is also her friend's aunt, Maeda Suto.

At first, she called sensei to me because I was her teacher, then Suto asked her to call me Ji-san, I didn't mind.

Then, now Nii-san. And in a moment, I'll make sure she calls my name with the ending -kun.

"The list of groceries that Kenkyo is going to take back to Japan," she replied, breaking my thoughts.