A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

Both cheeks flushed slightly, and then Kawasaki Saki's cheeks turned increasingly red, eventually turning a bright red.

It turns out she's also a master of theory.

Seeing that she was trying to look away as if nothing had happened, Uesugi Genshin said.

"Ahem." She coughed lightly, reminding everyone, "Spring is the peak season for the flu, so remember to open the windows for ventilation."

You could clearly feel Yumiko's body stiffen from her arm, and her face suddenly became very interesting.

This gave Kawasaki a clearer hint.

"Well, I'll take over Miura's work this afternoon, that's all." Kawasaki Saki continued walking forward, passing the two of them without looking back, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Did she figure something out?" Miura Yumiko asked, turning her head.

"It's more accurate to say there was a slight misunderstanding than to say you saw something," Uesugi Genshin sighed, tilting his head. "Actually, it would have been better to just say that your foot bumped the corner of the table."

"right."

The response was too slow!

As she walked out of the cafeteria building, Miura Yumiko's legs finally felt less numb.

"Okay." She got off Uesugi Genshin. "Ah, my feet really hurt just now."

The numbing sensation that travels from the soles of the feet straight to the spinal cord is indescribable.

"Are you going back?"

"Hmm..." She stretched, revealing the youthful body of the girl in her school uniform.

"Tell Yui I need to talk to her, and ask her to come to... um, the courtyard to find me."

"understood."

With a wave of her hand, Miura Yumiko walked towards the side gate of the school. When she saw her man heading towards the courtyard, she turned 90 degrees and went straight into the special building to find Yukinoshita.

She forbade Xuanxin from seeking revenge, but she didn't say she wouldn't seek revenge herself.

The reason I didn't want him to cause trouble for those bitches was that, no matter the outcome, it wouldn't do him any good.

But she is a girl.

Yumiko Miura discovered that she and Yukinoshita might actually get along quite well, as they both have a vengeful nature, which is why she went to her to discuss how to punish those people.

We walked to the central courtyard.

Uesugi Genshin sighed inwardly. Sure enough, he found him. Hachiman was sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, lost in thought.

Because there are hardly any people here anymore, it has become their usual place of residence.

Once you get closer, you'll see that the expression on his face is less like he's in a daze and more like he's reflecting on something.

"..."

He now understood why Hachiman had been able to tell what had happened to him the previous time—of course he could tell!

The vivid examples before his eyes almost made Uesugi Genshin blurt out his innermost thoughts.

Even the eyes on her face, which seemed to be reminiscing and grieving, and which even Komachi had described as hopelessly rotten, came to life.

"Has the park been cleaned up by now?" As if accusing him of slacking off, Uesugi Genshin sat down next to him.

Making way without a second thought, Hachiman chuckled, "As soon as I told them that if they cleaned it up by the morning, they'd have the afternoon off, they all got really excited."

The task that was supposed to take a whole day to finish was completed in just one morning, which shows that people have unlimited potential.

"Kasumigaoka is more popular than me, the minister who only shows his face once a day. I should probably step down and hand over the reins to someone more capable."

As he said this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"That's it."

It was entirely within Uesugi Genshin's expectations that Utaha would gain recognition within the club so quickly and inherit Hachiman's influence, after all, she is a talented woman.

People are happy to follow this person who is opinionated, talented, and has a pleasing appearance.

"Wait a little longer, and announce it together when there are the next job changes." Frequent reorganizations are not something to be proud of.

"I understand." Hachiman nodded. In any case, he was only nominally in a position now, and all the work within the department would be handed over to Yukinoshita by Kasumigaoka.

"Where are you?"

"At least we brought the fishing boat back," Uesugi Genshin shared about his experience in Kisarazu.

"Self-Defense Forces, Advanced Educational Middle School. Heh, we just need to take care of ourselves." Hachiman chuckled, not intending to think about what was happening in the distance.

"Yes." Things in Tokyo are still a bit far off, so there's no need to get involved.

"Speaking of which, Hachiman."

"Well, what happened?"

"You... have you also arrived in Canaan?"

Chapter 188: Historical Issues

Like countless other mornings, this one may be different.

Lately, I keep getting woken up by the chirping of birds by the window. Ah, that's the downside of having a park nearby.

He believes many people share his feelings, such as a close friend.

Despite being so sleepy, I still woke up before dawn. I guess that's what they call a biological clock.

His elbow sank into a lump of soft flesh; could it be that the woodcutter, in his restless sleeping posture, had slipped into his bed?

"..."

wrong! ! !

Hachiman Hikigaya realized that he wasn't sleeping in his own room at all, and his sleepiness vanished instantly.

My body was tense, I dared not move, I held my breath, and only the sound of one person's breathing echoed in the room.

Normally, breathing sounds should be hard to hear, but if they're right in front of you, that's a different story.

After listening to that calm breathing for a few seconds, good, he didn't wake up.

I quietly opened my eyes and looked at the different ceiling. The ceiling was white and seemed no different.

No! The lights are different.

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the naked woman sleeping beside him.

This is the first time I've felt this warmth and fragrance in the morning.

But when I saw her face, my shyness vanished.

"...Um, um..."

The timing of her waking up seems a bit too coincidental.

Ah, his arm was still pressing against her chest, which was probably why she felt a little uncomfortable.

Silently withdraw your arm and erase the evidence, and you'll avoid any awkward moments.

When Hiratsuka Shizuka opened her eyes, she saw dead fish eyes right in front of her, and her breath caught in her throat the moment she saw them.

Good morning, Hachiman!

Unlike her usual cool and capable older sister image or lively and youthful demeanor, the teacher did not show her usual smile. Instead, her face turned red, and she was very shy.

"Ah, um... good morning..."

Ah, seeing that expression on her face, I don't know what to do.

Hachiman Hikigaya wanted to say in a cool and stylish way, "I think you've fully realized that I want to be your lover."

Although oolong tea deserves some credit.

"Huh?!" Completely lacking the composure of an elder, Hiratsuka Shizuka let out a cute, girlish exclamation.

"I still really like you, teacher."

"Huh!?!?" Hiratsuka Shizuka gasped back in shock, her mind going blank.

"No, it's more accurate to say that I genuinely like you, teacher."

"Ugh, ugh..." A panicked sound came from her throat, and the blush on her cheeks became even more pronounced.

"Hey,...hey, Hachiman. What are you saying when you're sober? By the way...did you say these things when you were drunk yesterday?"

"More or less." Although not exactly the same, "I'm repeating it so that the teacher knows I didn't say that while I was drunk yesterday."

"What...? Hachiman, you're serious...?"

“Yes, I’m very serious, no matter how many times I say it,” Hachiman Hikigaya nodded.

"...Wait a minute, I don't think this kind of surprise attack is appropriate." With faces and eyes so close, I couldn't even muster the thought of refusing.

"It wasn't a surprise attack. Didn't I say before that I don't think there's anything wrong with a woman like a teacher?"

We also talked about ramen. Ah, speaking of which, I was thinking of making ramen for the teacher, but I didn't expect that the cooking club would just make it with the broth.

However, industrial products can never compare to truly fresh ingredients, and the idea of ​​making a delicious bowl of ramen for the teacher did not disappear.

"If I agree here, wouldn't it feel like anyone could do it?"

“If anyone is fine, then that means me, which is perfect,” Hachiman Hikigaya agreed. “And what do you think we did in bed and in the bathroom last night, Sensei?”

"Th-that's..." Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't bring herself to tell a lie about whether it was because of the alcohol.

How could it be because of the alcohol! If I really disliked him, even if I was drunk, I would still punch him, just like those nasty guys you sometimes encounter on blind dates.

"I hope my teacher can become my wife," Hachiman Hikigaya pressed his advantage.

"...Having an older wife can be very tough, you know?" Hiratsuka Shizuka tried to advise.

“I’m just going back to my original intention. I had already decided that my marriage partner would be an older woman with an income, and then I would be a stay-at-home husband.”

Thinking about it carefully, this dream is already half realized; as for the other half, we can only take it one step at a time.

He'd first throw away the positions he was temporarily holding—the secretary's position and the head of the publicity department—and then he'd think his girlfriend, Kasumigaoka, was quite good.

"Phew... I like you. This isn't a joke or something I did while drunk. Ever since that day, the day the teacher risked his life for the students, I've always admired you."

“…Hmm.” Her wandering gaze focused on Hiratsuka Shizuka the moment she made up her mind. She looked at Hikigaya Hachiman, her tightly clenched lips relaxing. There was no bitter smile or a smile of compromise, but rather a relieved acceptance of her own heart, and she smiled gently, “I’m happy. I love you too.”

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“Yes, Canaan.” Hachiman nodded, indicating that he had witnessed the fertile land.

No wonder Jews and Arabs are fighting over this land.

"Ha, Canaan." Uesugi Genshin nodded in relief, looking ahead. "Then I can rest assured."

One less destabilizing factor at Soubu High School; even when Hiratsuka-sensei can't hold on any longer, there will be a strong arm behind him.

"You didn't come to talk to me just to confirm this matter, did you?" Hachiman asked, as if something had occurred to him.

“How could that be?” Uesugi Genshin shook his head. “I need your help with something. Please make time for me this afternoon. I have to go out.”

"Oh." Hachiman agreed immediately, but he looked past Genshin and behind him, "But wait a minute, there's no rush, let me take care of things here first."

Not far behind Uesugi Genshin, Ebina Hina was walking towards them, probably having finished her work in the culinary department.

Standing up, Hachiman said, "I'm leaving now."

His back looked like that of a warrior going into battle; what decision had he made?

Uesugi Genshin didn't know, but watching him leave, he asked, "3 o'clock, meet at the school gate, is that alright?"

Without saying a word, Hachiman made an "OK" gesture to indicate that he understood.

This amount of time is enough for him to resolve the matter; it's something that should be dealt with swiftly and decisively anyway.

Watching Hachiman and Ebina talk, he then suggested they find another place to chat.

Uesugi Genshin sighed softly. Indeed, if Hiratsuka-sensei established a relationship, what would happen to Ebina? That was a problem.

His eyes were fixed on the leaves swirling in the air as they fell to the ground, until he noticed they had disappeared around the corner.