Just an ordinary private tutor

Not my tutor, but my boyfriend.

After that confession, my relationship with my teacher changed 180 degrees.
So to speak, that person treats me like a girlfriend without hesitation
But I... became the opposite.

'Isn't that what I wanted?
Why are you acting awkward?'

When we touch hands while solving a problem or when class is over
He gave me a sly smile and said, “See you next week.”
I hate myself for being so startled every time I see you.
Is this what it's like when you fall in love and associate with someone?
What was more surprising was that after we started dating, the teacher became very
The fact is that it has become bolder.

"Look where you are. Look at me."

“You don’t like holding hands? Then what else?”

“Why are you covering your face? You’re pretty.”

If you're going to make that heart-breaking statement, at least blink.
Come...

"Teacher, you know things have changed so much these days, right?!
"When I came in, a cold wind was blowing?"

"So it's not that great?"

"Good...but."

“And how long are you going to call me teacher?”

"Hey, it's a bit much to change it right away."

“He’s not my tutor, he’s my boyfriend.”

"Just give me time..."

I'm asking for some time to calm down.
I lowered my head, my face red as a tomato
He stroked my head.

"hey??"

"So, where did the high schooler who used to push me go?
"Is only the old vein left?"

"......" 

“Then can I take it now?”

Look at him acting so sly. He must be a teddy bear.
I thought it was just a fox.

"Class is over today, see you next week."

"Goodbye."

He waved cheerfully and walked out the front door.
Me too. I'm worried because of this broken reaction.

'Your pocket. Check it later.'

He moved his lips so that only I could recognize him.
Only then did he open the door and go out.
I came back to my room and checked my hood pocket.
There's chocolate in it. When did you put this in?
It was awkward because the way I spoke and acted changed
The awkwardness was indescribably good.

Actually, I saw something really weird the next week.
Saturday afternoon. I was taking a break after finishing my homework.
I got a call from the teacher.
A single line in KakaoTalk saying that I was waiting at the apartment complex’s main entrance.
With a feeling that something was wrong, I quickly headed towards the main gate.
I ran.

"Teacher, did you call me?"

"Yeah, Doa."

Something is off. Looking closely, he
I was staggering a little.

“Why are you like that? I’m worried.”

"Just... to see you."

With those words, he collapses in my arms.

“Excuse me, teacher, are you okay?!”

My body feels like it's on fire. I think it might be the flu.
But why did you come to my house instead of going to the hospital?
I barely managed to get him home, already unconscious.
I dragged it.
First, put a wet towel on your forehead and prepare some medicine.
I left it. Oh my. It's a good thing there's no one home.
Anyway, I stayed by his side for a while, waiting for him to wake up.

"Hmm."

He tossed and turned slightly and opened his eyes.

"Teacher, are you awake??"

"Where am I?"

“Where is it? It’s my house.”

"No way."

“The teacher was waiting in front of our apartment.
Don't you remember?"

"?" 

I'm the one who wants to raise a question mark right now, teacher.