~ Right after last chapter ~
Akira left, leaving the students to do what they wanted... With all this done, he would need to pay keen attention to Haguro. Since it was now Haguro, sanity would start diminishing...
"... I guess I won't be needing you anymore..." Akira said to himself. Taking off his mask...
'A new chapter of my life is going to start... might as well leave this behind.' He thought. Dropping the mask on the floor.
On his way down the stairs, he met a familiar face...
'Aoshika sensei? I thought she would have left by now. Either way, this is perfect timing.' Akira thought.
Aoshika, who was deep in thought, now realized that there was a person coming towards her. She then stopped immediately...
'W-Who's he?...' Aoshika thought, blushing while her nose was started to bleed, badly... However, after closer inspection, she noticed the color of the person's eyes...
'Wait! Those eyes... I-is that Akira?' She asked in her mind surprised... she thought he had a skin condition, which was why he wore the mask in the first place... At least, that's what it said in his report...
But... 'if' this was indeed Akira, she could understand... He was handsome, to a very terrifying degree...
it was now taking every fibre of her being not to push him down on the floor and teach him the 'ways' of a mature woman...
Noticing the bleeding nose. Akira sighed.
'If she doesn't get her nose checked, she'll pass out real soon...' Akira thought. A little worried...
She looked extremely light-headed... He needed to end this conversation fast...
"Miss Aoshika, nice to see you again. Do you have any spare shirts I could use? As ya' can see, I'm in a bit of a pickle..." Akira said to her...
He didn't have anymore spare clothes in his inventory, which was a needed fix for future his endeavours...
Hearing his question, she quickly stopped her day-dreaming...
"Ah yes... w-we have spare shirts in our faculty r-room..." she said, spinning around. Completely forgetting what she was coming here to do...
After a little while of both heading to the faculty room, which was fortunately rid of any teachers. Akira sat on the chair, while Akiko went into the storage room, trying to pick up a reasonably large sized shirt.
When she found it, she handed it to Akira...
"H-Here, this should fit." She said, dropping it in his hand...
'This should do it... A bit fitting, but it should work.' Akira thought to himself...
While he was changing, Akiko stated at his rather aesthetic build, admiring the amount of muscles a child of his age had...
Aoshika shook her head and remembered why she was there in the first place... "I-Inugami... Why were you coming from the direction of the school roof? I heard Haguro and his friends were heading that way earlier..." she asked... a little nervous...
But she heard the rumors... but she thought it wouldn't hurt to hear his side of the story...
Akira, hearing this question, sighed... He hoped she wouldn't ask the question. But in this world, and the manga world, she was an excellent teacher, both kind and caring, or she at least tried to be. Akira had appreciated that, respecting that part of her greatly...
"You were a part of it. Weren't you..." She said it like a question, but it sounded like more a statement given her tone.
"...Yes, but it's been taken care of..." Akira said...
Hearing this, she rubbed her head a little...
"Could you please tell me what you mean by that?" She asked... worried.
"... To keep it simple... Haguro came to pay me a visit... but he learned quickly that he messed with the wrong guy. I taught him a lesson. So he won't be comin' to school for the next 1-2 weeks at least." Akira said.
Hearing this made Aoshika's face go deathly pale...
"OH, NO! W-Wait... you're telling me that you defeated Haguro? As in a fistfight? Why?" she said, but now, looking at Akira's physique, she realized that the possibility wasn't all that unlikely... it was on the contrary, even.
But that arose another issue...
"Inugami... do you know that Haguro's father is a yakuza? We will all be in danger if he finds out what happened to his son! The things he'll do to you, to us and to this school..." she said tiredly.
She might as well be starting thinking of resigning. Her life was now on the line. Heck. She might die tomorrow if she's lucky and tonight if she isn't...
Seeing her fret entertained akira a little. It was honestly comical to him.
In the next moment. He used his right hand, putting it on her head, stroking it...
Akira didn't entirely know why he did this, but. For some odd reason. He felt as if she could use a bit of reassurance...
"W-what?" Akiko said, surprised. She looked baffled at the sudden action of her student.
'Why is he doing this? And why does it feel so... comforting...' She thought. For some reason, she felt like she was being held by her lover in a time of crisis. It was as if Akira was indirectly telling her that 'everything would be okay.'...
She then began to pout, realizing that he was treating her as if she was the younger person...
Her face puffed up cutely at the realization... but it wasn't something she hated.
"S-stop treating me as if I'm the one who needs this..." she said, her voice barely audible...
Akira smiled at the cuteness of his teacher. Rarely did the opposite sex make him somewhat happy...
'No wonder the original Akira fell in love with her... She's a kind soul... it's almost radiatin' off her...' Akira thought.
In the next moment, both of them looked towards each other, staring into one another's eyes deeply...
Aoshika blushed... but for some reason, both of them started closing the distance.
Akiko then closed her eyes and soon followed Akira...
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