Would I say that I have made up with Shiraki?
Well, at least I made some progress.
Now all that’s left is Sensei and Mifuyu…
This is a little tough…
Making up, or rather starting a relationship again, is not as easy as it sounds.
It’s not as easy as it sounds to make up, or rather, to start a relationship again.
What should I do?
I still feel awkward with Mifuyu.
Then, it would have to be Sensei…
I haven’t seen Sensei even once since the last day of school.
I still can’t get over the awkwardness.
Still, I feel it is somewhat better than the awkwardness with Mifuyu.
Sensei is a person who helps students to find their way.
I don’t really like being a teacher after all.
Nevertheless, it is because of the existence of teachers that schools can exist and students can exist.
I let out a sigh for no reason.
I think that Satosaki Sensei is a good teacher in general.
She is strict, but she is a good teacher who cares about her students.
That’s probably what most people think.
But I don’t think so.
She has too many ideals of what a teacher should be like.
She want the others to be like her
She feels too strongly that she wants to help her students feel the same way.
So I only listen to one side of the argument and not the other.
Sure, it is possible to be a mentor to one student.
But that is only one person.
It does not mean that many people will be saved.
Satozaki-sensei doesn’t see the reality right now.
She is trying to save too many students.
In reality, it is impossible to save all the students.
Naturally, the number of students, though several hundred, far exceeds the number that can be saved by one person.
If this continues, the teacher will break down.
That’s not my intention either.
I’m still a bit strange these days.
I can’t believe I’m worrying about Satozaki Sensei.
In the past, I used to think that if I was going to be broken, I should just break on my own.
But now I can’t overlook it.
Maybe it’s time for me to see the real me.
That is the goal I must achieve during this summer vacation, and it will have a tremendous impact on my life in the future.
Satosaki-sensei, she was crying.
At that moment, I felt better.
But now I wonder why I said that, and I regret it so.
I felt like that was an expression of my change of heart.
“Let’s go to school.”
I muttered to myself and headed for the front door.
When I stepped outside, the scorching sun was shining down on me like it was trying to scorch me.
I headed for the school with a slight tug on my hair.
I arrived at the school and headed for the staff room.
The elastic of my slippers clinked against the corridor, echoing in the empty school building.
I throw away the thought of returning to school and continue walking.
I head toward my destination, despite the urge not to see her, not to meet her face to face.
Finally, I arrive at my destination.
I take a deep breath and make a fist in my hand.
I bring it in front of the door and lightly move it back and forth twice.
Then, after a slight pause, the door opened.
There stood the direct reason I came to school today.