The Students I Once Tutored As Part-Time Home Tutors During My Student Days Had Suddenly Achieved Excessive Success In Their Careers.

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A Date?

Sae After Being Discovered.

“I can’t believe I was seen with Nanase-san in class…,” such surprise, and today I felt a sense of caution with, “I should be more careful from now on…” The world seems wide but small. I felt those words directly today.

“Goodbye, teacher!”

“Yes, goodbye.”

“Sensei, see you later!”

“Yes, goodbye.”

This place where each student exchanges greetings is Class 3-A.

There are students with club activities, students with cram school, part-time job students, and students with errands. Due to various reasons, many students leave the classroom, leaving the space almost empty in less than an hour, except for one student working on a sketchbook.

“…Sensei, why are you in the classroom?”

“I don’t have any staff meetings or plans today, so I wanted to check how everyone is doing after school.”

“Check?”

“Yes. I want to see if anyone has any worries or if any students seem different from usual. These are things I can’t notice during class.”

The class that Sora is responsible for is the third year, a crucial year for exams that can shape one’s future. To minimize anything that might distract from studying, he is sensitive and attentive to his students.

“…Even if you’re a good teacher, the fact that you were all lovey-dovey on a date won’t change.”

“Oh, haha. You might not believe it, but it really wasn’t a date. I understand that it could be misunderstood that way, though.”

“If Sensei says so… I believe you.”

Since it’s private, she can’t pry further. While Sae has an adult-like perspective, it’s probably hard for her to just accept it. She turned away with a troubled look and returned her gaze to her desk, continuing to work.

Sora watched her like that and smiled wryly, but he had no intention of telling Sae about the time he spent with Nanase on Saturday. It wasn’t out of guilt or maliciousness; it was out of concern for a former student.

Nanase and Sae are in the position of “former students.” Still, Nanase can interact freely with Sora, while Sae has certain restrictions due to their relationship. Sora believed that revealing this unavoidable fact would not be right.

“By the way, Sae-san, it’s rare for you to stay here, isn’t it?”

“Because you’re here, Sensei.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I thought it would be lonely for you to work alone.”

“Haha, I see. Well, thank you for your consideration.”

Sora is usually alone when he works, so he might feel lonely in that situation. He appreciated Sae’s thoughtfulness in saying, “I’ll stay with you.”

“What are you doing right now, Sae-san?”

“I’m drawing rough sketches.”

“Is it okay if I take a closer look?”

“Yeah.”

“In that case, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

With Sae’s approval, Sora took a pipe chair that was leaning against the corner of the classroom and sat down across from her. While looking at the rough sketches in Sae’s sketchbook, specifically an illustration of a girl sitting on a bed, they continued their conversation.

“Is this an illustration for work? It’s surprisingly detailed for a rough sketch.”

“No, this is something I do as a hobby and post it online. I can’t show commissioned illustrations until they’re completed.”

“I see, that makes sense.”

Thinking about it, it did make sense. Just like various professions have confidentiality requirements, there’s probably something similar in the contracts for commissioned artwork.

“Hehe, but it’s really nostalgic…”

“Nostalgic?”

“Yeah, seeing Sae-san quietly moving the pencil like this while I watch.”

“Y-Yeah, it is nostalgic.”

“Right? This used to be our teaching material back then.”

This is a classroom. What Sae is doing is illustration work. Although the situation is different from their days as tutor and student, the setting is eerily similar.

“…Because Sora-kun, you said that, now I suddenly can’t concentrate.”

“You’re using that name again, Sae-san.”

“There’s no one here to hear it.”

“If we slip up, it could be a problem, for both of us. Well, haha. Why don’t you look so dissatisfied?”

Her cheeks puffed up like mochi. Sora felt the urge to poke them, but they were in school, so he held back because anyone could see them.

“When it’s time for a home visit, feel free to call me as much as you like.”

“We don’t have any plans for anything beyond that?”

“Huh?”

“What I was hinting at with ‘making time for you.'”

“…Ah, that’s no good.”

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”