She turned, holding the eraser against her chest like a shield. "You’ve never asked a question about homework in your life."
But I heard the lie underneath. The same lie I was living.
"Sometimes," she said quietly, "the empty classroom is the only place I feel like I can breathe." boku to misaki sensei cap 2
She reached out and touched the back of my hand. Just a brush of her fingertips. A teacher checking a student’s temperature. Except her hand was warm, and it lingered a second too long.
I stayed behind after class again. It was becoming a habit. A dangerous one. She turned, holding the eraser against her chest
I walked out into the wet hallway, my heart pounding. Behind me, the classroom light clicked off.
Then, so faint I almost missed it: "Nowhere. And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t come." "Sometimes," she said quietly, "the empty classroom is
"I had a question about the assignment," I lied.