Once I’d finished speaking with Makiri-sensei, I headed straight to the roof so I could eat lunch with Touka. Then I had to endure a snoozefest of afternoon classes before our afternoon break finally arrived.
“Saw you following Makiri-sensei to the staff room earlier. Did something happen?” Asakura suddenly pops up next to me and asks in a worried tone.
“Oh, uhh, yeah. It wasn’t anything serious. Don’t sweat it,” I reply.
He’s probably worried about me because everyone at school has this image of Makiri being the toughest teacher around. I’m sure he believes that she called me in to give me the sermon of the century or something.
“Huh. Okay, if you say so, dude,” Asakura replies, seemingly convinced by my short explanation. “Speaking of, she’s pretty hot, but she gives off these, like,
