Stealing Spree

Infirmary. The clear white room dominated by the smell of antiseptic. It's a place normally a refuge for students but in our school, it's like a forbidden land with restricted entry. One will find it difficult to get permission to stay here unless necessary.

And that's because of Hayashi-sensei. Compared to the school nurse from the 3rd High who’s easy-going enough to permit Hanabi in her whimsical habit of skipping class in the infirmary sometimes, Hayashi-sensei was different. She’s like a legendary NPC in an RPG who you could only encounter if a certain condition was met.

Even those who were hurt or in need of medical attention would often not find her in this room. They could help themselves to get bandages or medicines.

That's why her identity beca part of the Seven Mysteries of our school.

Apart from Shizu, I’m the only one who knows where to find her. Moreover, I was lucky to have encountered her twice in this place before.

Anyway, I can understand the sentiments of others as to why they wanted to seek refuge here. It smells nice – for those who weren’t that sensitive to the smell of alcohol or disinfectants. The room's ambiance was also quiet and calming. If it’s for relieving fatigue, then it’s the best. And the scould be applied if you just want somewhere you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone.

Thinking back, I fell asleep with Hina here. So, yeah. This place was just that great.

Concluding my thoughts there, I cleared my head and focused on the woman in front of me. Looking at how she immediately urgedto report, she probably had an idea why I was here, a few minutes before the fifth period.

Did Stell her about my request to leave early?

“Hayashi-sensei, before I give my report, can I ask something first?”

“Go ahead.” She nodded, her eyes narrowing a little. If I’m not wrong, she already predicted what my question would be.

“Ichihara Jun. Did he not get suspended?”

Upon saying that, I carefully watched her reaction. Even the tiny ripple on her face would probably givea clue. However, nothing changed.

She kept a straight face and stared atfor a few seconds.

Following that, she turned back to her table and pulled out a slip of paper. She scanned it momentarily, making sure that it was the right one before handing it to me.

I received the slip and read what was written there.

It’s not a message. And the slip of paper turned out to be a business card.

“Ichihara Kengo…”

I recognized that name. Ichihara-san’s husband. And possibly Ichihara Jun’s ‘guardian’.

I met him once two weeks ago. He even mistookfor Ichihara-san’s relative. Then when Ichihara-san cleared my identity as Koharu-san’s instructor, he just dismissedas though I was something beneath his notice.

Oh. He did instruct Ichihara-san to treatnicely but that’s probably just his way to show concern for his daughter’s development.

I suspected him of being the one behind those men that Ichihara Jun brought to intimidate me. However, I have yet to be certain about it. Until this moment, at least…

Hearingmutter the nprinted on the card, Hayashi-sensei expounded on why she gave it toas an answer to my question.

“He called in early this morning and arrived way before any students arrived. He asked for a one-week leave for Ichihara Jun and apologized for the mess he made by bringing those thugs in to deal with you. You’re asking if he’s suspended. The answer is no. I never had the chance to impose that penalty on him because that man beatto it.”

I see.

Rather than make a record of Ichihara Jun becoming suspended for a violation in school, his uncle cin personally to apologize and imposed the suspension himself by calling it a one-week leave.

One week.

It’s the sduration they gaveto apologize.

If it’s like this… Is he implying I have to cthere personally, maybe crawl on my knees to look for Ichihara Jun and give my apology?

What a creative way to assert their superiority. I’m impressed.

“What are you smirking about? I thought you’d be disappointed.” Hayashi-sensei commented. I guess it showed on my face.

“No. This is impressive. I guess. Not only has he escaped suspension, but they’re now expectingto apologize by bringing myself to their doorstep.”

“Apologize?”

“Yes. Someone from that family toldto apologize to him. His guardian. Sensei, do you think this man is his guardian?”

“He is. Everything related to Ichihara in this school is done by him. In short, he’s the reason that boy has so much freedom. He befriended the teachers to turn a blind eye to him. And he set up those followers to stick next to him and do his bidding.”

Truly impressive.

I guess it’s undeniable now that he’s the one behind Ichihara Jun’s crooked ways.

Too bad, Marika probably failed to notice that Ichihara-san’s husband is the one responsible for Jun becoming that obnoxious.

“So, they’re asking you to apologize. Did they already find out about your little stint of capturing his fiance’s heart?” Hayashi-sensei asked. This time, she’s interested and concerned at the stime.

She’s probably reveling that I seemed to hit a big wall that I may or may not topple. But at the stime, she’s worried I may be crushed by the power of that family. No matter what, I’m still her second-most favored student – Shizu is first. On top of that, I’m related to her long-tone-sided crush.

Uh. I didn’t add how close we’ve becrecently because it’s not really worth mentioning. It’s still far from enough to sway her.

“They did, I guess. I got confronted by Ichihara Jun last night.”

“How? Did he look for you at your house?”

“No. I was at the Ichihara estate.”

“Huh? What the hell are you doing there? Don’t tell me…?”

With an incredulous expression, Hayashi-sensei almost leaned forward to shake me. Thankfully, she held herself back. She’s probably thinking I boldly went there specifically to see Marika, disregarding that it’s their territory.

“Ah. It’s not what you’re thinking, sensei. I went there for a part-tgig as a boxing instructor.”

Upon hearing that answer, Hayashi-sensei couldn’t help but put a hand on her forehead. It’s now confusing for her.

I mean, it is if she doesn’t know the specifics. I can’t blher for that.

“Alright. Stop for a moment. Givea rundown of everything that happened. Include the how’s and the why’s.”

Hayashi-sensei put a hand in front ofas she tried to recompose herself.

Although it’s not within my plan to tell her everything, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to inform her about my whole conflict with that family.

And so, I started with my part-tjob up until the point where Ichihara-san requestedto personally instruct her daughter.

Hayashi-sensei listened intently but she kept on asking questions to clarify like why did I accept the offer or what’s my motive behind it.

I naturally didn’t lie to her and honestly said I’ve been enticed by the pocket money I can get. But more importantly, I told her that it allowedto find out how Marika was being treated by that family.

“So, in the end, it’s all because you’re determined to get Kujou out of their grasp… What am I expecting?” Hayashi-sensei let out a sigh of lament once I finished my recollection.

Her concern becmore highlighted but at the tail-end of it, she’s lamenting my recklessness.

“Sensei, I appreciate your concern for me… But I will never change my decision. I’m ready to fight back if it means I can give Marika her freedom.”

“Psh. Stop talking like a white knight in a medieval era saving a princess locked in her tower. Tread carefully, you idiot student. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

“Sorry, sensei. I’ve already done that. My only path is to move forward. I won’t be shameless and ask for your help. This is something I have to face, after all. It’s enough that you look after everyone for me.”

“... You. Don’t make a speech like you’re leaving a will behind.”

Does it sound like that? Maybe. But well… I better give her sgood news next tto rest her concern.

“Sensei, you can joke, huh? Anyway, enough about the Ichihara. Should I start with my report? Also… I can see you’re accumulating fatigue again, sensei. Why don’t I give you a massage while reporting?”

To dispel the serious atmosphere that built up because of our discussion, I added that last part to take her by surprise.

And it’s effective.

Hayashi-sensei’s face scrunched up into a scowl as she reached in to pinch my ear.

However… she didn’t say no.

Silence means yes, right?

And with that, after she retracted her hand, I stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her withto one of the beds.

Since I’m going to give her a massage, isn’t it better to do it in private? Anyone can pass by and see us through the door, after all.