The sun barely filtered through the half-drawn blinds. In the quiet room, a teacher's blouse lay discarded on the floor, next to a school tie and a blanket that had slipped off the bed. At the edge of the mattress, Keita gently rubbed the back of his neck—still dazed, but wearing a smile he couldn't quite hide.
''I can't believe it actually... happened,'' he murmured.
From behind him, a slightly husky yet warm voice brushed against him like a breeze:
''If you say a word about this at school, Keita, I'll kill you.''
Yuzuki-sensei pulled the sheet over her shoulders, trying to look stern, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. Her glasses sat on the nightstand, and her hair spilled freely over her shoulders—it was the first time Keita had seen her look so... womanly.
''Don't worry,'' he said with a smile, leaning his head toward her. ''To me... it was more than just a night.''
She looked at him for a moment, then rested her forehead against his shoulder.
For me too... This isn't just some teenage mistake. It was real.
Only the ticking of the wall clock and the rhythm of their hearts could be heard. The day was just beginning, but between them, something had been born—something no classroom lesson could ever explain.