That’s How I Ended Up Alone With Sensei In Her Room

We arrived at the beach resort we were staying at for a couple days. I was excited to be on a trip with my class again, but I questioned why it had to be at a beach resort of all places.

The first thing we did after checking in was place our luggage in our assigned rooms. My roommates were composed of Yoshi and another classmate, Toujou Takeru.

As we stepped into our room, we were immediately greeted by a soothing coastal ambience coming from the surrounding ocean, visible through the expansive window. Our room included a bunk bed and a single bed with crisp white linens. Each bed had a bedside table with reading lamps on it. Opposite the beds was a medium-sized writing desk, and above it was a small flat-screen TV that filled the spacious white wall. While it had a toilet, it did not have a shower, so we would have to use the public bathhouse in the hotel.

In order to decide who slept in which bed, we played a game of rock, paper, scissors. Yoshi was the victor of the game, so he received the single bed, which meant Toujou-san and I would sleep on the bunk bed.

Our first day consisted of going to some of the landmarks nearby, such as a temple, a large mall, and a food stand best known for its unique version of takoyaki.

“Sozen! You have to try this!” Karou proclaimed whilst shoving one into my mouth. After a bite, I understood why this takoyaki was classified as one of the best.

We arrived at the picturesque temple. Its architectural elegance, intricate details, and tranquil surroundings exuded an awesome aura. While exploring the large temple grounds, I came across Sensei, who was gazing up at the temple in awe, her eyes widened, and her expression was one of wonder and admiration for the cultural landmark. Small petals from the trees gently floated in the air. From my point of view, the entire image looked like a portrait; She looked like she fitted right in with the beautiful building. She seemed like she really appreciated the serene beauty of the temple.

Slowly, I approached her and stood next to her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” She remarked

“Yes. You are.”

Oh crap. I messed up and said she was beautiful (I wasn’t wrong, though).

“What was that?”

“I meant yes, you are correct. It is truly magnificent.”

Phew. I think I saved myself. I noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed. I think she was a bit embarrassed about being caught in her moment of admiration. I was certain she didn’t hear my mistake. I was saved from the awkwardness by Yoshi, who called over to me.

The day came to an end when it began to start raining. As a result, we returned to the resort earlier than expected. Inside our room, I watched as the rain dripped down the window. The day was so nice as well. What a bummer.

“Man. I hope it stops raining. We’re supposed to be going to the beach tomorrow.” Yoshi whined

Beach? We’re going to the beach tomorrow? I know it’s right outside our resort, but do we really have to go there? Can’t I just stay in my room and watch Youtube? Why did it have to be a beach resort?

“You seem really excited for the beach, Muto-san.”

“Of course. That’s the whole point of why we came here.”

Why’d it have to be a three-day trip to somewhere near a beach?

“It’s not something we have to do.”

“Yes, it is! It is a must. It is a necessity!”

“I think you’re overhyping this, Muto-san.”

“I’m not. You’re excited for the beach, right, Sozen?” At this point, he must have realised what he said and immediately moved on. “Anyways, we can’t waste our final trip indoors. We should be out and about.”

“We can’t if it’s raining, dumbass.”

The rain continued into the evening. Our class gathered in a large dining hall and awaited our food. Waiters carrying trays of all kinds of food entered and displayed them on the long table that wrapped around the room. Like wild animals, everyone eagerly dug into the sumptuous feast before them. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and shared joy; even the teachers were having fun and drinking. To up the entertainment, Yoshi danced in front of everyone; he was wearing yellow spandex, which made it even more ridiculous.

Excusing myself from the room to go to the toilet, I was surprised to find Sensei sprawled across a comfy sofa in the lobby. The faint scent of alcohol hung in the air. Despite her unprofessional state, she still looked mesmerising in the soft embrace of the moonlight, her features sculpted by its silvery luminescence. Her loose hair radiated an otherworldly glow. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, torn between waking her and allowing her to rest, but I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t leave her in this vulnerable state. I gently helped the unconscious woman to her feet and carefully navigated our way to her room.

After managing to make it to her room, using the key card in her pocket to enter, I helped the intoxicated teacher onto her bed. It was a struggle to get her here, so I helped myself to a glass of water. I heard a moan come from the other side of the room, so I went to check on Sensei in her peaceful slumber. My gaze was attracted to the soft contours of her face. There was a swelling of a myriad of emotions swirling within me. She looked so innocent lying there. My thoughts wavered, teetering on the edge of temptation, before a surge of self-awareness washed over me. I needed to leave, so I silently covered her with a blanket.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, there was a soft whimper behind me, so I turned around to meet Sensei’s tear-strained eyes. The sight of Sensei’s tears dripping down her face surprised me; her vulnerability was laid out before me, and I had no idea what to do. Was she having a bad dream, or did something happen early that I was unaware of?

Slowly, I stepped back to the bedside and sat next to her. I knew physical contact between student and teacher was something that may be seen as indecent, but I wanted to comfort her. With a light touch, I placed my hand on her face and wiped her tears. As her sobs gradually subsided, I lifted my hand from her face and got off the bed. But then, I heard a soft voice call out to me. “Thank you, Kurosawa.”

Was she awake this whole time? I felt slightly flustered, so I quickly left without saying a word. I made sure to check if anyone was lurking in the hallways before making my way back to my room.

My roommates weren’t back yet, so I had the room to myself. Amidst the quiet of the room and the sound of crashing waves, my mind drifted to the image of Sensei’s peaceful slumber. My name—spoken with a quiet, dreamlike tenderness—left an indelible mark on my heart. How did a simple thank-you make my heart ache this way? Her voice, tinged with vulnerability and a touch of affection, seemed to linger in my mind longer than expected. And so, as the night enveloped the world in its embrace, I found myself lost in the sweet echo of her voice.