Kirisu Sensei

Early spring.

The days are short and the nights are long.

But at half past six in the afternoon, the sky was completely dark.

Asakawa Naoki untied his apron, sat down at the table, and was about to eat dinner when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Kirisu sensei?"

Opening the door, a grumpy female teacher in a small suit, pantyhose, pink haired scarf came into view.

"Let me rest."

Kirisu Mafuyu's voice was a little tired.

The sudden increase in hearing is not surprising, but it brings a lot of trouble. If your vision becomes stronger, you can close your eyes if you don't want to see, but you can't always close your ears with increased hearing.

"Come in."

Asakawa Naoki opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of pink bunny sandals, and placed them in front of Kirisu Mafuyu.

*looks at—*

Kirisu Mafuyu pursed her pink lips and said expressionlessly, "Asakawa-san, if I look properly, these are girls sandals?"

Asakawa Naoki nodded: "That's right."

"Asakawa-san lives alone, right?"

"Of course."

"Why are there women's slippers in Asakawa-san's house?" Kirisu Mafuyu looked at the shoe cabinet, his eyes paused, "And… there's more than one pair."

"There have been several cases of theft at the school recently. If Asakawa-san can't come up with a reasonable explanation…"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with me!" Asakawa Naoki couldn't help but groan, "Who would be attracted to shoes full of sweat and smell after wearing them all day!"

"Besides, these are sandals, which girl will wear sandals to school!"

I don't have a weird hobby for women's shoes!

Kirisu Mafuyu was silent for a moment, then calmly said: "Sorry."

Two-faced.

When apologizing, you are not required to show your chest or sit down, at least bow! Saying apology in the mouth, no apology in the face!

Asakawa Naoki explained, "This pair of sandals belongs to my sister, and sometimes they come to play."

His parents divorced when Asakawa Naoki was still in high school, and then they rearranged their new family, so... He has several younger sisters who are not related by blood.

"Oh, I see." Kirisu Mafuyu retracted his gaze and was about to change his shoes when she suddenly saw the plate on the table, and then said, "I'll be back first."

Asakawa Naoki said, "Eating together?"

Kirisu Mafuyu looked away: "Not eating."

Hey, did you hesitate for a second?

Only briefcase in hand, no ingredients, and no bento. When Kirisu returns, she will eat buckwheat noodles or cup noodles, and she might as well eat rice.

Asakawa Naoki suddenly said, "There is someone coming."

"Eh?"

Kirisu Mafuyu turned his head and looked towards the corridor. Sure enough, she saw someone coming, hesitated, and closed the door.

"The bathroom is over there, wash your hands first." Asakawa Naoki turned around and walked into the kitchen, picking up another bowl and chopsticks, "I'll help you serve the rice."

"No need," said Kirisu Mafuyu subconsciously.

"Okay." Asakawa Naoki put down the bowl, "You can serve it yourself."

"😐"

Kirisu Mafuyu hesitated for a moment, then quietly turned around and walked to the bathroom.

After returning from washing his hands, Kirisu Mafuyu looked at the dining table, the chairs were removed, and there was an extra bowl of miso soup. She walked over and sat quietly. She looked at Asakawa Naoki and said calmly, "Thank you, Asakawa-san."

"Just an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Asakawa Naoki shook his head, and… it was really lonely to eat alone.

"Ittadakimasu."

Kirisu Mafuyu folded his arms, finished the pre-dinner statement, and then picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

"It feels good."

Kirisu Mafuyu took the tempura-fried prawns, chewed them slowly, then gave an assessment.

Asakawa Naoki raised his hand and pressed the bridge of his nose, and said in a low voice: "The so-called cooking is simply the reaction of the combination of ingredients and seasonings. You just need to add the right amount of seasoning at the right time, to make a satisfying dish— Basically it's no different from a chemical experiment."

Kirisu Mafuyu raised his eyes and looked up: "The home economics teacher should have said that apart from ingredients and seasonings, the chef's effort and feelings need to be poured into them."

Hey, that kind of thing is to fool people. Compared to the effort and illusion of feeling, numbers are more practical.

...

Time passed quickly.

"I'm done eating." Kirisu Mafuyu put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Asakawa Naoki, and said seriously, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Asakawa Naoki stood up, ready to clear the dishes.

"I'm going to wash the dishes."

Kirisu Mafuyu took the bowl and chopsticks from Asakawa Naoki.

Asakawa Naoki immediately realized that he wasn't refusing, and returned the favor by washing the dishes. In fact, Kirisu sensei, like himself, didn't want to be liked by others.

"You… be careful not to let the bowl fall."

"😐"

Kirisu Mafuyu who didn't care about washing the dishes, Asakawa Naoki took his school bag and started studying. To become an outstanding student, talent and hard work are needed.

After an unknown amount of time, a cold and pleasant voice sounded in the ear.

"The grammar is wrong."

"Hah?" Asakawa Naoki raised his head and looked at the pink-haired female teacher who appeared beside him at some point, "What is it?"

"The verb is wrong."

Kirisu Mafuyu calmly pointed out his mistake. Asakawa Naoki checked it carefully and found that there was indeed a mistake. After making corrections, he said seriously, "Thank you, Kirisu sensei."

Even though she is a history teacher, Kirisu Mafuyu also seems to be very good at English.

"What about this question?" Asakawa Naoki pointed to the translation question and asked for advice humbly. His grades in science were excellent, and there were no problems with Chinese and history, but English was a little unsatisfactory.

"Determine the subject, verb, and object of the sentence stem, and then fill in the rest of the content."

As the two asked and answered, Asakawa Naoki quickly immersed himself in the pleasure of studying. After completing the mock exam, it was 8pm before he knew it.

"I will be back." Kirisu Mafuyu said goodbye.

Asakawa Naoki felt a little regretful: "Goodbye, Sensei."

I really want to do it again.

It felt very comfortable working with the teacher on the exam papers.

"For you."

Kirisu Mafuyu opened his wallet, took out a thousand yen bill, and handed it to Asakawa Naoki: "Money for dinner."

Hey, what's with you giving money! Neighbors treat each other to dinner, where politeness is exchanged, and the money becomes a restaurant! I think it's better not to sit in the back seat of a friend's car, let alone stop in front, it's easy to make people feel dissatisfied with being a taxi driver.

"Too many." Asakawa Naoki calmly said, "Five hundred yen is enough."

"😐"

...

Time passed quickly.

It was half past ten at night.

Asakawa Naoki turned off the light and was about to go to sleep. In this era when almost everyone suffers from cell phone disease, the first step in self-discipline is to avoid using your cell phone at bedtime, because once you start, you may not be able to fall asleep in the middle of the night or early morning.

*knock knock*

A somewhat hasty knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Asakawa Naoki opened his eyes, but got up and got off the bed helplessly. Needless to say, the only person who would be knocking on the door at this time was the cold-faced teacher next door.

"Kirisu sensei, you…"

"Do not talk." Kirisu Mafuyu was only wearing blue cat pajamas at the moment, her pink hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her pretty face, which had always been cold and serious, was actually covered in a gentle expression, and there was even a hint of panic in her eyes, "Let me in."