I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 215 On the day of my birthday, return to Tokyo
It's past twelve o'clock.

In Kyoto, a city far away from Tokyo, the two of them walked on the streets until this moment, just to be able to bless the people around them at the moment of arrival, and to hear the love of the people around them at the first moment. blessings of the people.

"If you think about it carefully, it seems a bit... naive."

Slowly, with the late night wind blowing, Moshu Kuta looked ahead, and the empty streets spread to strange places.

Hirakawa Zhewen was looking at the mobile phone navigation, and the destination was a nearby hotel.

"What's childish?" He looked up and saw that it was a fork in the road. By the way, he replied to the teacher beside him while reminding, "It's on the left, it's almost there."

"That's how I went until late at night, just for a birthday wish."

"Are you childish?" Hirakawa Tetsubun inexplicably glanced at the side face of Hisada Moshu.

Kuta Moshu turned to the other side, not showing him the profile.

"childish."

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen blinked his eyes somewhat incomprehensibly, and then.

"So, Hisada-sensei, where is the childishness?"

"It will."

He couldn't see his face, but he seemed inexplicably shy when he heard the voice.

"..."

"..."

The streets at night only echoed the footsteps of the two, and the shadows of the two were pulled away under the street lights, and as they continued to move forward, the shadows moved closer to their feet.

Until he came to the fork in the road and stood directly under the street lamp, the shadow turned into a ball and surrounded his feet.

Hirakawa Zhewen suddenly laughed, and his slow pace stopped completely.

"Teacher Hirakawa, what are you laughing at?"

The inexplicably shy female teacher was still looking away.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi's smile stopped, and then he said with emotion: "Mr. Hisata, do you want to express childishness or romance?"

"..."

A moment of silence.

Kuta Moshu looked at him, then nodded firmly.

"childish."

"..."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi succumbed to her gaze.

"Okay, okay, it's childish."

"Ah."

Nod again.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen started walking again with a smile, and Hisada Moshu followed half a step behind him.

"However, even if it is naive, it is very meaningful to be able to do naive things with Hisada-sensei."

"..."

"Because Hisada-sensei is cute."

"..."

The high sky, the quiet and deserted streets, a few lit street lights, and people who care about you.

Hirakawa Zhewen's state of mind suddenly felt a sense of relief.

An inexplicable impulse surged up, he stared at the deserted street in front of him, and always had the urge to shout something.

But fortunately held back.

Because, at the moment Hirakawa Tetsubun opened his mouth, in the darkness of night, a vague figure walked out of the blind spot and appeared on the road ahead.

"..."

"..."

pass by.

Hirakawa Zhewen glanced back at the passing passerby.

"Teacher Hirakawa, what's the matter?"

Half a body behind him, Kuta Moshu, who was still thinking about something, found him who was looking back, paused for a moment, and then turned his head to take a look.

A passing passerby, until he walked away, his white clothes disappeared into the night.

The female teacher looked away puzzled.

Then, under her puzzled gaze, Hirakawa Tetsufumi coughed dryly.

"Hakuta-sensei, do you know what happened?"

"How would I know?"

"Just now, I suddenly wanted to shout."

"Call out, why?" Kuta Moshu asked.

"Maybe because I'm too happy." Hirakawa Tetsuwen replied.

"Huh?" The female teacher was still puzzled.

Hirakawa Tetsubun smiled and looked towards the hotel that appeared in sight.

"Because the gentle and great Hisata-sensei forgave me, of course I am happy. Before that, I was really worried about what to do."

"Hey..." Moshu Kuta looked at the teacher who was belatedly happy—it has been two hours before he realized it?

"Then what does Mr. Hirakawa want to shout?"

"Hata-sensei, I like you, or something."

"..."

"..."

Kuta Moshu looked back again, and the passer-by had indeed gone far.

"It's a good thing I didn't shout out."

"..."

The hotel has arrived.

……

After opening two rooms, when they walked to the door of the room and prepared to part.

"Ms. Hirakawa, have you ever thought about what you should do tomorrow?" Jiu Tian Mo Shu looked at him and asked.

"Of course I thought about it." Hirakawa Zhewen nodded without hesitation.

"Do something?"

"Ms. Kuta will follow along tomorrow."

"Is it like I celebrated Hirakawa-sensei's birthday?"

"Ah."

Kuta Moshu stroked his hair lightly, with a gentle and serious tone.

"Then I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Hirakawa, don't let me down."

"Absolutely not." Hirakawa Tetsuwen said.

"Well, well, good night then."

"Good night."

When he turned around and entered the room, he saw the female teacher covering her mouth and yawning slightly.

"boom."

It wasn't until the edge of the door lightly touched the door frame that Hisada Moki's figure completely disappeared from sight, and Hirakawa Tetsubun formally walked into the room and closed the door.

……

After waking up the next morning—rarely, Hirakawa Zhewen woke up first, and when Jiutian Moshu woke up, the two of them had breakfast together and headed towards their destination.

"Teacher Hirakawa, where are we going?" Hisata Moki asked when getting on the tram.

Tetsubun Hirakawa found a seat, let Moshu Kuta sit down first, then sat aside, and then replied.

"Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine - when you come to Kyoto, this place is definitely worth a visit."

"Is that so?"

"Ah."

"Before I came, did Mr. Hirakawa go shopping?"

"In other words, in order to give Mr. Hisata a good sightseeing experience, I have already stepped on the spots and planned the route in advance."

"..."

-

In Inari Taisha Shrine, when the two of them were writing ema together—a way of wishing, writing their thoughts on a small wooden sign and hanging it on the ema stand—Hirakawa Tetsufumi found the one he had hung up the day before yesterday Ema.

"What did Mr. Hirakawa write?" Moshu Kuta leaned closer, looking at the wooden sign Hirakawa Zhewen found from the ema stand.

"I hope everything goes well." Tetsufumi Hirakawa showed her.

"Hey...that's a very broad statement. The gods won't respond without a clear request."

"Is there any such statement?"

"Yes."

"Then write another one today."

"Write what?"

Hirakawa Tetsubun bought an ema from the Miko lady in the shrine, and wrote on it.

"In November, I was able to be with Mr. Hisata."

"..."

"What did Hisada-sensei write?"

"...Don't look at it."

"Ok."

shy.

-

When you mention Inari Shrine, you cannot do without its thousand torii gates, and Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine in Kyoto, as the main shrine of Inari God, has the most spectacular thousand torii gates.

Tens of thousands of vermilion torii gates donated by pilgrims stretch for several miles to the top of Mount Inari.

When walking in it, you can feel that the sun is dyed red.

"Crack."

The female teacher next to her took out her mobile phone and took a photo.

"Teacher Hirakawa, how was my filming?"

"Pretty good."

The two walked into the approach together, stepping deeper into the ever-extending red.

"Ms. Kuta, do you feel that?"

Halfway through the walk, Tetsubun Hirakawa looked at the torii gates surrounding him, and suddenly spoke.

"What do you think?"

Hisada Kasuki is still immersed in this landscape.

"If you confess in this kind of place, there is a lot of atmosphere."

"Eh……"

When he came back to his senses, he blinked his eyes in bewilderment.

"...What are you doing, Teacher Hirakawa?"

"Think about it, walk into this place with someone you care about, walk along the approach, and a torii gate will pass by, and then one of them confessed. At this time, the face of the other party, surrounded by the sound of confession, Being dyed red, I don't know if it's the blush or the reflection of the torii, and finally, I nodded shyly in agreement..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun stared at Kuta Moshu and described this situation for her.

"Such an atmosphere."

"..."

Kuta Moshu seemed to have imagined such a picture, and turned his face away, leaving his side face, whether it was because of the skylight or because of shyness, a faint red was revealed in the whiteness.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Atmosphere can indeed affect people's hearts.

A faint smile appeared on Hirakawa Tetsuwen's face.

"Such a situation is... naive, right?"

"..."

"..."

"Huh?" A certain teacher turned around in a daze.

Hirakawa Zhewen smiled: "Is it? Very childish."

【Childish】The word is stressed and has a meaning.

"..."

Kuta Moshu naturally thought of last night.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

"Ok?"

"annoying."

When I said this, a wind blew up on Mount Inari, and the wind passed through the forests on both sides of the torii gate, and the treetops swayed and made a soft sound.

In such a situation, the young and beautiful female teacher, with a blushing face, stretched out her hands to gently curl the ends of her hair blown by the wind.

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen didn't dare to watch it, obviously he was molesting the teacher, but he really couldn't help but want to confess.

However, things haven't been dealt with clearly, it can't be done.

Just wait until November.

"Ms. Kuta, let's go."

"Um……"

The sound of the answer and the continuous sound of the wind passed by the ears together.

……

……

In the morning, Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Hisada Moki didn't go shopping too much.

I just went to Inari Shrine together, made a wish to a god that doesn't exist together, and finally visited the neighborhood near the shrine, and the time was almost up.

After lunch, the two headed to Kyoto Station together and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.

Tetsubun Hirakawa has been evading for long enough, and he hasn't been to the performance department for several days. It can't go on like this, the Tokyo metropolitan competition is about to start.

Of course, before that, he had to spend a good birthday with the female teacher beside him.

"After arriving in Tokyo, go to my house for dinner."

"Okay, listen to Teacher Hirakawa's arrangement."

-

After a long journey in the afternoon, the train galloped to connect Kansai and Kanto, bringing Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Hisada Moki to Tokyo.

It was dusk when we arrived.

When Hirakawa Tetsufumi dragged his suitcase out of Tokyo Station, he looked at Tokyo after a few days away, and——on the square in front of the station, this is the place where Moriya Roadshow had been.

And there—Shiori Shinohara was there, expressing his heart to him, and there, where she fell down because of dizziness, and his uneasiness at that moment...

These deliberately avoided memories reappeared in my mind as I returned to Tokyo, with clear details.

"Teacher Hirakawa?"

Kuta Moshu, who was walking in front, stopped suspiciously and turned to look at him.

"Are you tired from the long drive?"

"...It's a little bit." Hirakawa Tetsufumi smiled a little and followed, "But it doesn't matter, as long as you can see Mr. Kuta, your tiredness will be wiped away."

"..."

Kuta Moshu was helpless.

However, this familiar look of talking nonsense made her no longer worried.

"Let's go then."

"Ah."

-

After leaving Tokyo Station, Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Kuta Moshu did not go to his house first, but went to the supermarket to buy ingredients before returning home.

When we arrived, it was already dark.

And back to the familiar home, when he opened the door, facing the entrance, Hirakawa Tetsuwen felt his stomach twitch again.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and there is no escape.

Where is the eldest lady whose news has been temporarily blocked by him, and what mood is she in?

Hirakawa Zhewen didn't dare to think about it.

He forced himself to forget about it for a while, changed into his slippers, and walked into the kitchen with the ingredients.

"Mr. Jiutian, please sit down for a while, just wait for me to show off my cooking skills."

"Well, okay."

Kuta Moshu responded briskly, and sat down in the living room.

In the kitchen, there was a pleasant sound of running water soon.

-

The dishes were served on the table one by one, and the aroma was tangy.

Of course, because there are only two people, and, according to Japanese habits, the dishes are quite small.

At the last moment, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked out of the kitchen, facing Moki Hisada who was looking at the dining table curiously.

"Ms. Kuta."

"Teacher Hirakawa, what's the matter?" The female teacher looked away from the rather sumptuous dinner.

Hirakawa Zhewen showed an apologetic gesture: "Suddenly, I found out that the sugar has run out. I'll go to the convenience store to buy some."

"Is that so? Then I'll go—"

"—No need." Hirakawa Zhewen tried to dispel her thoughts, looked straight into her eyes, and made himself look very sincere, "Today is Mr. Hisada's birthday, so you should just sit and wait."

"..."

"..."

"Really?" A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Kuta Moshu's mouth.

"……Yes."

She blinked and waved her hand: "Then Teacher Pingchuan, come back soon."

"..."

-

In the quiet living room, the lights have been turned on.

Kuta Moshu sat on the sofa, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, waiting expectantly.

'When Hirakawa-sensei comes back, he should act a little more pleasantly surprised. '

She looked at the time on her phone. If she said she was going to buy candy, it would have been a little longer.

Just as he put down his phone, the doorbell rang.

She got up immediately and walked to the door.

"Come on."

Holding the doorknob with his hand, he felt a little nervous inside.

Press down to open the door.

……

It was already dark.

Outside the door, in the dark night, the light of the candle was held in the hands of a teacher.

He stood at the door, his face being licked by the dancing flame light.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Hisata."

Accompanied by the plain and familiar voice, Kuta Moshu had to admit that even though it had been expected, when it really happened, there was no need to deliberately disguise the joy surging in his heart and the smile at the corner of his mouth.

She greeted the gentle gaze of the male teacher, and carefully took the birthday cake in his hand.

"Mr. Hirakawa, thank you."

"Should be."

(End of this chapter)