After a rather dull philosophical discussion on whether fish do or don’t have a proper word for ‘water’, a black and white vampire movie, and several cups of tea, it was finally time for Reikoku-sensei to go home. It was indeed a relief; I was afraid she had decided to spend the night, which would be (in my humble opinion) a little bit more inadequate than me spending the day alone with Kouma. Besides, I’m still not sure of whether she would or would not attack me during the night.
I was just kidding. Stop taking everything so seriously.
“So I guess that means you’re coming tomorrow and the day after and so forth.”
“…pretty much.” She seemed slightly embarrassed, but not to the point of stopping her from coming to my house and eating my food every day.
“Fine.” I said after sighing enough to make her believe I was not so fond of the idea when in fact I was. “I’ll cook an extra portion from tomorrow on.”
“Aren’t you supposed to say something like ‘but it’s not like I want you to come here’, or anything like that?”
“I am not a tsundere character, sensei.” She seemed delighted to see that I was indeed familiar with the concept. “And even if I was, and I’m definitely not saying I am, you probably wouldn’t be my love interest.”
She approached me, most likely intentionally using the natural charm of a full grown, older woman. Reikoku-sensei’s movements weren’t as much as steps, but more like Gravity had completely forgot her existence and without realizing it handed her a license to dance tango alone in mid-air. Interesting. It seems that Gravity stops having such a strong effect on you when you grow up, but that’s probably because there are several other things bringing you down already.
“Oh, really? I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“W-why?” There was only a single sentence in my mind, and it was ‘don’t stand so close to me.’.
She then released a smile clearly tainted with malice and whispered between it, lascivious, waving words flowing from her lips to my ears.
“Because I did correct your first day’s classwork last night.” She then backed off like a little boy who runs away after pressing doorbells. The teasing moment was over. “You, sir, are awfully bad at statistics. Ciao.”
Then she walked away, once again vanishing into the night.
Unfortunately for me, I started to realize I was getting used to this kind of relationship. By doing so, I am probably walking baby-steps towards complete insanity.
I won’t complain about that.
Also, I cannot complain about the fact people seem to always be coming to my place since I moved to this town. Thanks to that, I don’t have the time to actually feel lonely or to wonder why my parents haven’t called me yet. In fact, I might even have to thank that monster for keeping that kind of thought out my mind. If Kouma were here, I’m pretty sure she would complement that by saying something along the lines of ‘we are going to thank it alright, personally.’
Hah, how interesting; I’ve got to know a sweeter and actually decent side of her today, but the freaky first impressions won’t go away. Not easily, anyway.
Hah, how odd. I haven’t talked to Ryo since that call in the park. I guess I should text her or something to tell her I’m fine, although I’m pretty sure Kouma handed her a written report on my situation or something like that.
Hah…After such an unusually tiring day, I only noticed how exhausted I was when I suddenly fell asleep sitting on the couch.