Please tell me... 11

I blew up the arcade.

 

 

 

I don't know how a single grenade managed to demolish half the building, but it exploded anyway.

 

 

 

And now, I'm being,

 

 

 

Dragged.

 

 

 

Why am I always being dragged around?

I have two legs that can move on my own will.

 

 

 

"Haaah..."

 

 

 

Twitch.

 

 

 

The president, dragging me along, sighed.

 

 

 

"Well, I won't say anything since it seems you know what you did wrong, Nito."

 

 

 

"I-"

 

 

 

"You're not going to say you didn't do anything wrong, are you?"

 

 

 

"Ugh..."

 

 

 

When I blew up the arcade, the president appeared out of nowhere and took me straight out of Millennium.

 

 

 

It seems she's taking me home.

 

 

 

At least I managed to protect the doll I won in the chaos.

Anyway, it was that stupid arcade's fault for rigging the claw machine.

 

 

 

"Well, that arcade was a bit suspicious, and I was investigating it anyway."

 

 

 

"Huh...?"

 

 

 

Investigating because they put erasers in the dolls...?

 

 

 

"Ahem! Well, we're getting close to your house, so I'll be going now. And..."

 

 

 

And?

 

 

 

"Please check your Momotalk messages on time."

 

 

 

?!

 

 

 

"Well then, take care!"

 

 

 

President disappeared from sight, but I couldn't move from that spot for a while.

 

 

 

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

 

 

 

Cough-

Cough-

 

 

 

"Ugh..."

 

 

 

I caught a cold.

 

 

 

It seems I'm being punished for wandering around outside in my pajamas all the time.

 

 

 

So, now I'm lying in bed under the covers.

The cat doll I won the other day is beside me.

 

 

 

At least it's something.

No matter what happened, I still got it.

 

 

 

I'm still mad about getting ripped off, but whatever, I already vented my anger, so it doesn't matter.

 

 

 

Cough-!

 

 

 

"Ahhh..."

 

 

 

This is so hard.

It's a weekday...

How am I going to attend classes...?

 

 

 

No, no, when I think about it, why should I go to class?

I should rest because I'm sick.

 

 

 

I sent a Momotalk message to the president saying I caught a cold and will be resting at home today.

 

 

 

Isn't this the first time I've sent a message first?

 

 

 

Buzz-!

 

 

 

-Okay. I'll let Sensei know, so get some rest today.

10:40 AM

 

 

 

Ugh... This is too much.

I feel like I'm dying...

 

 

 

I hugged the cat doll beside me.

 

 

How did it come to this?

 

 

 

Right, Momotalk.

That was the root cause and starting point of all this trouble.

 

 

 

If I had just checked Momotalk every time I got a new message, it wouldn't have gotten this bad.

 

 

 

When I was a beginner, I ran the schedule and got a bunch of Momotalk messages all at once because the students' affection levels went up.

 

 

 

I looked at a few at first, then decided to check them later, and left them alone, and now it's turned into this mess...

 

 

 

Maybe I'm getting emotional because I'm sick.

I should be thinking logically and rationally like a scientist, but I can't.

 

 

 

Haha...

Looking at it this way, my situation doesn't seem much different from the doll next to me.

 

 

 

In the end, nothing went my way.

 

 

 

I...

What...

 

 

 

What should I do?

 

 

 

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

 

 

 

-Sensei! Today is the day we do that request from the other day! Or so I'd like to say, but unfortunately...

 

 

 

"Oh? What happened?"

 

 

 

-The client contacted us. The student who was supposed to come today is sick with a cold, so it won't be possible today...

 

 

 

"Where is she?"

 

 

 

-Huh?

 

 

 

"Please give me that student's home address."

 

 

 

-I knew it would come to this! I understand!

 

 

 

Leaving a sick student alone at home is failing as a teacher and as an adult.

 

 

 

I started getting ready to go out.

 

 

 

"Arona, did you get the address?"

 

 

 

-Yes! So...

 

 

 

As soon as I heard the address Arona gave me, I thanked her and rushed out of the office.

 

 

 

Following the address, I arrived at a villa.

It was a pretty nice place.

 

 

 

I climbed the stairs and found the student's apartment number, then rang the doorbell.

 

 

 

Ding-dong-!

 

 

 

But there was no answer from inside.

I was about to leave, grabbing the doorknob and wondering,

 

 

 

Clunk-!

Creak-

 

 

 

Surprisingly, there was no door lock, and the door opened.

 

 

 

Why isn't there a door lock?

I don't know.

First, I need to go in and check if the student is okay.

 

 

 

As I stepped inside, my body froze.

 

 

 

"Haaah... Uh..."

 

 

 

Lifeless blue hair.

A face flushed red, contrasting with her pale arms.

Trembling eyebrows.

 

 

 

The student groaning in pain was Aoi Nito.

 

 

 

Nito was the student?

 

 

 

I was momentarily surprised, but this wasn't the time for that.

 

 

 

She doesn't look good.

I should put a cold towel on her forehead.

 

 

 

"Haaah... Ah..."

 

 

 

Her groans subsided a little.

She seems to be doing a bit better than before.

 

 

 

That's a relief.

 

 

 

"Phew..."

 

 

 

Cough-

Cough-

 

 

 

"..."

 

 

 

It seems I'll have to stay here and take care of Nito today.

 

 

 

I thought as I re-cooled the lukewarm towel.

 

 

 

Come to think of it, I'm in a girl's house who lives alone, aren't I?

 

 

 

Without even asking permission?

If someone reported this, I'd really get in trouble.

 

 

 

Now that my mind is a bit lighter, I'm having all sorts of silly thoughts.

 

 

 

Nito is hugging a doll.

 

 

 

A cat...?

Does she like cats?

 

 

 

It seems so, since I don't see any other dolls around.

 

 

 

Looking at her like this, she's really, really cute...

 

 

 

But her first impression was so strong, I can't forget it.

That day was the biggest crisis of my life.

 

 

 

But now that I think about now, it seems like a memory I can laugh about.

 

 

 

"Ugh..."

 

 

 

Nito groaned again.

The moment I reached out to change the wet towel,

 

 

 

Grab-

 

 

 

?!

 

 

 

"Haaah... Help... me... What... should I do... now...?"

 

 

 

Nito grabbed my wrist and struggled to speak.

 

 

 

It seems she's not talking to me specifically, just feeling anxious.

 

 

 

What should she do...

That's a question even adults can't answer properly.

 

 

 

But I think I can answer this one thing.

 

 

 

Just try something.

Do what you want to do.

Then, won't you naturally find out what you should do?

 

 

 

That's what I'd say.