When an Oblivious Handsome Older Man Went Back in Time and Was Building Harlem - Chapter 9

The campus was thrown into chaos. Of course, this was also covered in the news. Even now, it’s being reported on the evening news.

“Here is the next news. A 33-year-old teacher, Minoru Masubuchi, has been arrested on suspicion of forced sexual intercourse and assault at a Tokyo Metropolitan High School. According to the police, Minoru was allegedly stalking the female student victim persistently while being a teacher. Since the victim is a student, we will continue with the news======”

It turns out that Nitta-san is actually a model, and she has often been a victim of stalking before. However, she said that nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she wanted to thank me. It was dark when I found her, but I did think that her face was indeed well-formed.

The school, despite informing the parents that Minoru-sensei, the teacher who is both the victim and the perpetrator, will be dismissed, has been receiving constant protest calls. They say things like, “I can’t send my child to a school with a rapist,” and “What kind of education are the teachers receiving?”

I don’t know because I’m not a parent, but I thought that if I were a parent, I wouldn’t be able to send my child to school with peace of mind. Moreover, since it’s a third-year teacher, I can imagine the possibility of them pressuring students for grades.

For that reason, the school took about ten days off under the pretext of protecting the students’ safety, to address complaints from parents and hold explanatory meetings. Of course, club activities were also suspended, and I received a message from Midori, who was bored and suggested playing street basketball. We agreed to meet at a fast-food restaurant, where we would have lunch before heading to exercise.

“Still, it’s scary, isn’t it? I took a class with Minoru-sensie, and he seemed like such a nice teacher… People are scary.”

“Don’t say it too loudly.”

“Oh, right. My bad.”

I scolded Midori for loudly talking about the person who is currently the talk of the town, but he seemed unfazed and just casually apologized.

“So? What are your thoughts on becoming a hero, Akihide-kun?”

“If I had noticed sooner, the injury would have been less severe. Besides, I’m not a hero or anything. I’m only being called a hero because the person didn’t realize it until later, but I don’t feel like I did enough.”

“Well… I guess so. But I’m still shocked. I never thought something like that would happen around us.”

I used to be a police officer, so I’ve encountered such scenes a few times, but they never feel good. Whether the victim is a woman or a man, it only leaves a bad feeling. Especially when a child is chosen as a sexual target, it’s so tragic that no words can describe it.

“If that’s the case, it would be great if Midori could be helped too.”

“Uh… does that mean becoming a police officer? Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

I felt a bit down, but it couldn’t be helped. We both quietly munched on our fries, barely saying a word to each other.

“Well, shall we eat this and then go to the bathhouse?”

“Whoa.”

That day, we both got so into it that by the time we were practicing different plays and strategies, it was already dark. I couldn’t help but feel envious that even after all that movement, my knees and back didn’t hurt at all.