"..haha as expected from teacher"
***
".. huh"
"Take care of yourself (Takkong-☆)"
".. Ugh, I came out to see you because I missed you, teacher.."
".. kid, I'm afraid you'll get hit because you're ugly."
"... Wait, what did you say??"
"You're so ugly that no one can see you except me."
"Sigh... I have a lot of numbers!"
"It's ugly"
"..Teacher, are you really my boyfriend? Am I really ugly? (sobs)"
"Yeah, it's ugly"
".. joy."
"Hahaha, so cute"
"I hate you, teacher"
"It's a lie, of course you're pretty, you're the prettiest."
"Okay! I'm going."
The teacher grabbed my wrist as I was about to turn around, pulled me back, and trapped me in his arms.
"..I hate you, teacher"
"..Do you really hate me?"
I couldn't help but dislike the teacher's gloomy expression.
"Huh, no."
"It's cold. I'll take you."
"yes"
We put a hot pack between our clasped hands to warm our cold hands. Something feels good today.