I Became a Teacher at an All-Girls Boarding School, and Now the Students and Female Teachers Are After Me~ - Chapter 21 - A Fatal Misunderstanding

Chapter 21 – A Fatal Misunderstanding

The weekend flew by, and Monday was here again.

The last week was all about getting used to the school, the students, and my new identity as a teacher.

But still, my students aren’t my practice dummies.

Starting this week, I’m going to get serious and use last week’s experience to make this an even better school life for everyone.

With this renewed determination, I headed to school.

I was walking from behind the school building, which was close to the faculty dorms, when I ran into Miyama-sensei in front of the incinerator. Incinerators are rare now, but ours is still in active use because we’re in the mountains and garbage collection is rare.

“Oh, Ryuuki-kun, good morning!” she said, still squatting in front of the incinerator and waving at me. I hurried over.

“M-Miyama-sensei! Can you please stop calling me by my first name in the open?”

“Oh? Right, my bad,” she said, sticking out her tongue. I was sure she did it on purpose.

But more importantly…

“What are you doing here?”

“As you can see, I’m about to burn some garbage in the incinerator.”

A garbage bag sat next to her, stuffed with what looked like a bunch of letters.

“W-What is that?” I asked, leaning in to look inside the bag.

“Oh, Sensei, you can’t look,” she said, putting her hand on my forehead to stop me.

But for a split second, I thought I saw a letter addressed to “Hosokawa-sensei.”

“H-Hold on. I think I just saw my name…”

“Ah, the fire seems to be getting stronger now,” she said, throwing the bag into the incinerator and closing the lid before I could ask any more questions.

“Don’t tell me… were those letters for me?”

“No.”

“But I swear I saw my name…”

As I protested, she stood up and looked at me.

“Sensei, are you tired? Is your vision blurry? This is just some old papers that I didn’t need anymore. Besides, even if there were letters for you, why would I burn them?”

“That may be true, but…”

“And do you really think you’d have this many letters?” She pointed at the incinerator and tilted her head.

“Well, I guess you’re right…”

I’ve never received a letter before. I thought I saw “To Hosokawa-sensei,” but it’s not like students would send me a letter.

If they had something to say, they would just talk to me directly. And it’s impossible for me to get this many letters anyway.

It must have been a mistake. Convinced by her argument, I apologized.

“I’m sorry for saying something weird.”

I said, and started to walk toward the school building… but then Miyama-sensei called out to me.

“Oh, Sensei!”

She took what looked like a key from her pocket and tossed it to me with an underhand throw.

“W-what’s this?”

“It’s a key for your shoe locker.”

“My shoe locker? My shoe locker doesn’t have a lock.”

“I know. That’s why I had one installed.”

“Huh? W-why?”

“There are some prank-loving students in the school, so your shoes might get messed with, or someone might put something in your locker.”

Pranks? I want to believe our students wouldn’t do something like that, but I guess preventing bad things from happening to a student would ultimately protect them.

I convinced myself, bowed to Miyama-sensei, and headed towards the school.

As I entered the building and walked towards the faculty shoe lockers, I saw a female student I didn’t recognize standing in front of my locker.

She was trying to open the locker, looking flustered.

“H-huh?! Why is it locked?!” she exclaimed.

Huh? What is she doing?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“A-Ahh!” she yelped, flinching and turning to face me.

Her cheeks were bright red as she turned her face away from me.

Watching her, I thought to myself, Maybe she was going to play a prank in my locker, just like Miyama-sensei said?

“Do you need something from my locker?”

It wasn’t right to immediately suspect her, so I decided to ask her what was going on.

“N-no, it’s nothing…” she said in a whispery voice that sounded like she was about to cry.

She bowed her head repeatedly and said, “I-I’m so sorry! Please forget about it!”

Then, she ran off somewhere, as if she was running away.

“H-hey, wait!” I called out, but she was already gone. I could have sworn she was holding a letter in her hand…

What was that all about?

Anyway, I went to my locker, took out the key Miyama-sensei gave to me, and unlocked it to take out my shoes.

At least no pranks had been pulled yet, which was a small comfort. But then I felt sick to my stomach for checking to see if I had been pranked.

What am I doing?

It’s wrong to suspect a student when they haven’t done anything.

I don’t know the full story, but that student must have had a reason.

I slapped my cheeks with both hands to snap myself out of it and headed to the faculty room with a new resolve.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed an unusual number of students standing around.

Huh? What’s going on?

Confused by the strange sight, I said, “Good morning” to them.

Everyone fidgeted nervously and said, “G-good morning…” in return.

However, immediately after, they started whispering to each other, and I even saw a few of them pointing at me from behind.

What is happening?

As I walked down the hallway, confused by the strange atmosphere, a thought came to me.

“There’s a rumor that sensei has no experience with romance…”

That’s what Sakurada told me the other day.

If her words were true and the students were gossiping about my virginity, their whispering would make sense.

Oh no…

I realized what was happening and struggled to keep myself from collapsing on the spot. I ran towards the faculty room, desperate to escape.

Damnit! They’re all ganging up on me and making fun of my virginity!

I cried in my heart.

That day, I swore to myself that one day I would become a respectable teacher that everyone could rely on.

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T/N: They’re not making fun of you for being a virgin, they want to take it! Damn it!!!!!!!