The bus pulls up to the resort, where the students eagerly anticipate the relaxation and fun awaiting them. The girls, wrapped in their soft yukata, head to the hot springs, while the boys, with mischief in their eyes, plot to sneak a peek. However, their antics result in nothing but getting caught, and Haruki, exhausted and irritable, locks them in their rooms, hoping for a moment of peace.
The next morning arrives with Haruki, sporting dark circles under his eyes, mustering the energy to wake everyone up once more. His weary expression draws concern from Sakura, who can't help but notice how much he's pushing himself.
"You need to rest, Sensei," she whispers, her eyes filled with worry. "You can't keep going like this."
"I'm fine, Sakura," Haruki insists, his voice a bit too strained to be convincing. "I'm your Sensei, after all."
Sakura, unimpressed by his bravado, counters, "We're only two years apart, Haruki-san. You're not invincible."
Haruki dodges her concern, leading everyone onto the bus. The atmosphere is unusually quiet, with the students sensing their teacher's exhaustion. Haruki finally succumbs to sleep, the gentle hum of the engine lulling him into a much-needed rest as the bus winds its way to the campsite.
Upon arrival, the scene that greets them is nothing short of breathtaking. A crystal-clear lake sparkles under the warm sun, with a waterfall cascading into it from a rocky ledge. The air is fresh and filled with the sounds of nature—birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the occasional playful chatter of monkeys swinging through the trees. The campsite is nestled between a dense forest and a small beach, the perfect blend of adventure and tranquility.
"Wow, it's like something out of a dream," Sakura breathes, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the surroundings.
Haruki, though still tired, can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Alright, listen up!" he calls out to the students, drawing their attention. "Here are your assignments: girls, you'll set up your tents by the beach. Boys, you're in the jungle. You're responsible for everything—setting up camp, catching fish, gathering firewood, and cooking your meals. And no wandering off too far!"
With the tasks assigned, Haruki retreats to the van, finally allowing himself a moment of rest. Sakura lingers nearby, watching over him with concern. She gently brushes aside a strand of his long, black hair, her fingers lingering as she gazes at his sleeping face.
"What should I do, Sensei?" she whispers to his sleeping form. "I'm seriously in love with you… I want to stay by your side, hold you close, and never let go."
Haruki, pretending to be asleep, blushes at her heartfelt confession. Though he keeps his eyes closed, his heart races, knowing the depth of her feelings.
Meanwhile, the students are busy organizing themselves. Izumi steps up to lead, grouping everyone for their tasks. The atmosphere is a mix of excitement and focus as they set about their work. Sakura and Yuki are paired together to catch fish at the seashore. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the water, making the waves sparkle like diamonds.
Sakura expertly shows Yuki how to fish, her movements confident and precise. Yuki, though a bit clumsy, follows her instructions, his focus split between the task at hand and the fluttering feelings in his chest. The tranquil sound of the waves and the occasional call of seagulls create a peaceful backdrop as they work together, pulling in a decent catch for the group.
As they walk back, Yuki's mind races. He remembers Izumi's words: "You WILL confess, 'kay?" The thought makes his heart pound, and he steals glances at Sakura, trying to muster the courage.
Back at camp, the students gather around a campfire they've built near the seashore. The sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It's a picturesque scene, the perfect end to a productive day. Izumi and Mitsuha prepare the fish for dinner, and in a quiet moment, Izumi accidentally burns his hand. Mitsuha notices and immediately tends to him, carefully applying a bandage. Their eyes meet, and a shy smile spreads across Izumi's face, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
The rest of the students are in high spirits, laughing and singing as they roast the fish over the fire. Ren starts a song, and soon everyone joins in, their voices rising in harmony against the sound of the gentle waves lapping at the shore. Haruki watches from a distance, his heart swelling with pride and affection for his students. Despite his fatigue, a warm smile plays on his lips.
Yuki, seeing Haruki alone, walks over and sits beside him. They share a quiet moment, Yuki resting his head on Haruki's shoulder. Haruki wraps an arm around Yuki, patting his head affectionately.
"You've grown so much, Yuki," Haruki murmurs, his voice filled with pride.
Yuki smiles, feeling a deep sense of belonging. It's a far cry from the loneliness he once felt, and the warmth of Haruki's embrace makes him realize how much he's changed.
But the night isn't over. As the last rays of sunlight fade, Izumi calls everyone back to work, reminding them that there's still more to do before they can eat. The students groan but obey, scattering to finish their tasks.
Sakura and Yuki return to the seashore to catch more fish for the night. The sky has turned a deep shade of blue, with stars beginning to twinkle above. The sea is calm, reflecting the soft light of the moon. It's a magical, almost surreal scene, with the gentle sound of the waves adding to the tranquility.
As they work, Yuki's heart races. The serene beauty of the scene around him, combined with the closeness of Sakura, gives him the courage he needs. He clutches his fishing rod tightly and, with a deep breath, turns to her.
"I love you, Sakura," he says, his voice trembling with emotion.
Sakura stops, caught off guard by the sudden confession. The world seems to pause for a moment, the only sound the soft lapping of the waves against the shore