Don't Call Me By My Username! - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“In the end, girls only care about looks, huh?”

At noon, while I was cleaning the science lab, Kazuki let out a loud sigh as he rested his chin on his broom.

It looks like students who heard about the rumors gathered in front of the faculty room, which was usually deserted in the morning, and it became a big, crowded mess.

Most of them were girls, and the teachers who couldn’t enter were standing around with troubled looks on their faces. That was what my friend, who passed by the faculty room, said.

The whole school had been talking about Akira all day. Well, if it was just his appearance, he was as cool as a celebrity, and he had the kind of face that the girls around my age would like, so it was only natural that they were making a fuss about it.

Well, it had nothing to do with me. I didn’t want anything to do with him if I could help it.

“Hah. I wish I was born handsome too.”

“Is that so?”

Kazuki’s grumble echoed in the quiet room, and I looked at him again.

His hair was moderately rounded and short. He said he waxed his hair every morning before coming to school, but it wasn’t too overboard and it looked natural. Even someone like me, who wasn’t interested in fashion, could tell that he was probably trying to create a popular-guy hairstyle. Well, in Kazuki’s case, he originally has a baby face, so I think he has more of a cute vibe than a cool one.

Unlike Yuki, who was blessed with a good physique, he was rather slender, which probably made him look even cuter.

In any case, he was certainly far from handsome.

“But, don’t you have a lot of female friends, Kazuki?”

“That’s right . . . because I want to be popular.”

“Haha, so that’s where it all comes down to.”

“Of course! Don’t you also want to do lewd things with a cute girlfriend?”

“No— not really . . . I don’t think about those things.”

At the mention of lewd things, the scene from the other day instantly came to my mind. My heart beat went faster at once and my body temperature rose.

“Oh? You’re getting red, what are you imagining? Don’t tell me, you seem quiet but actually got a dirty mind, Takumi?”

“Wha—?! N- no . . .!”

He peered at my face with a grin, so I tried to deny it in a hurry. At that moment, the sound of footsteps clattering down the hallway could be heard.

“What’s that?”

“Dunno.”

I peeked in the direction of the noise and saw two girls, who were in charge of the same cleaning area, heading back toward us.

“Ah, there you are. Washino, Massu was looking for you.”

“Huh? Massu? I wonder what for.”

“You probably did some stupid pranks again, don’t you?”

Toward the girls who talked in a half-annoyed tone, Kazuki retorted back, “I haven’t done anything yet today!”

The fact that he said ‘yet’ was very typical of Kazuki.

“Why don’t you just go? I can do the rest myself.”

“Hah, what a pain . . . I don’t wanna go, but there’s no other way.”

“Yeah, just go and do your best in taking the scolding.”

“I’m telling you, I really haven’t done anything today!”

I laughed a little at the sight of him grumbling.

After watching over Kazuki’s back going to the faculty room reluctantly, the girls said in a light tone “We’re going to take out the trash,” and then left.

I exhaled quietly the moment I became alone in the room.

I had heard Akira being mentioned in various places all day today. Every time I heard about him, I felt a knot in my stomach, and it made me feel somewhat restless.

I thought I would never see him again, but of all people, he came to our school. Was it just a coincidence, or—

“You’re making a gloomy face as usual.”

As I was putting the broom away in the cleaning cupboard, a voice suddenly called out to me from behind.

“Uwaa, do- don’t talk so close to my ear!”

His low voice that sent shivers to my hips sounded so close to my ear, that I tried to cover my ears and nearly dropped the broom I was holding. A shiver ran down my back as the voice reminded me of what happened the other day.

“. . . Do you have any business with me?”

I glared at him while still covering half of my ears, and he pulled back his shoulders as if to say, “Ooh, scary!”

“You’re no fun. I’m just patrolling to make sure the place is cleaned up properly. Where are the others?”

“Kazuki is being summoned. The others went to take out the trash.”

“Hmm, then they won’t be coming back for a while . . .”

Akira approached me while smirking. I had a bad feeling and took a step back, but there was nowhere to run with the cleaning cupboard behind me.

“So you’re not cross-dressing today.”

“Whaa—?!”

He said that so suddenly that I was at a loss for words for a moment. He probably already expected what my reaction would be like. He closed the gap between us with a smug look on his face.

“What a shame, it looked good on you.”

“It doesn’t look good on me! I don’t have that kind of hobby! Idiot!!”

I couldn’t help but raise my voice. Seeing me like that, Akira’s smile widened.

“Pfft, you’re as brash as ever. Don’t be so wary of me. Are you conscious of me?”

“Huh?! Of course not! Are you stupid?”

What the hell is going on in this guy’s thought process? It pained me to try to understand what made him think that way.

“Shh, your voice is too loud. It’d be troublesome if someone hears us.”

“Whose fault do you think it is?”

“It’s Haru’s fault for being too conscious of me.”

“I’m not Haru! And I’m not conscious of you! You’re too full of yourself.”

“Haha, well, I don’t have any intention to do anything to you in school, so don’t worry.”

He stretched his arms and almost stroked my head, so I swatted away his hand. I don’t like being treated like a kid.

“You want me to trust you with that?”

“Of course it’d be bad if a teacher is found causing trouble within the school.”

“. . . What if I expose you for that thing from the other day?”

“Haru would never do that. I can assure you.”

“. . .”

I didn’t like his carefree smile. He took my photos, and did so while I was crossdressed. He probably knew I couldn’t make a problem out of this due to many reasons.

“I don’t understand why the likes of you are a teacher.”

It was a bit hard to believe. When I said that, Akira muttered “Guess so.”

After all, I really couldn’t believe that the person who did all those things to me was actually a teacher. I didn’t want to believe it.

I ended up remembering what he did to me and couldn’t help but furrow my eyebrows. I wanted to erase it, but it’s a memory that won’t go away.

The source of the problem was now standing in front of me as a teacher. The reality that was hard to accept was terribly depressing. I feel like something was accumulating in the depths of my heart.

“. . . Why did you come to this school?”

It was said that Mrs. Sudou, our homeroom teacher, would be on maternity leave starting just in April, so we’d be fine for the rest of the year.

Was it just a coincidence, or . . .?

“—What if I say it’s because I wanted to see you once again?”

“. . . Huh, ehh?!”

Suddenly his hand touched my cheek. The unexpected words from him made me freeze up and I couldn’t brush away his hand this time.

His sharp eyes were serious, and my heart started to pound wildly.

This very sudden confession sent my head into a panic.

He said . . . he wanted to see me again, no way . . .

“You must be kidding?!”

“Yeah, it’s a lie.”

“Eh.”

He said it so casually that I became stunned.

“This school is famous for having many beauties. I’ve been eyeing it for a long time.”

Akira smiled mischievously.

“Anyway, how would I know that you’re in this school? It’s pure coincidence.”

Well, if I thought about it rationally, that’= was probably true. It made me wonder just how full of myself I was.

Wait a second! He said he had been eyeing this school because there were a lot of beauties… Don’t tell me he came to this school for that kind of purpose?! . . . I couldn’t believe him!

“You seem to be happy meeting me again. Isn’t it a good thing? If you want, I’m ready to play with you anytime.”

“I’m not happy about this, you lecherous teacher!! Why would I want to—!!”

Before I could finish my sentence, he stroked my head softly.

Then, with another mischievous smile on his face, he just walked out of the classroom.

Akira was— Akira was—

. . . A really perverted teacher.

I stood there, stunned, while listening to the sound of the bell ringing in the distance.

There was no way I could let him do as he pleases. I would stay away from him as much as I can.

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