That’s How She Confessed To Me

Our date started out nicely. I had everything planned out, including the conclusion. Today, I was determined to confront Sensei about her feelings for me, and I also wanted to confirm a suspicion of mine.

We decided to meet up quite early in the morning because we were going somewhere far, but somewhere familiar. I could tell she was somewhat nervous; she would fiddle around with her purse’s strap.

“Are we where I think we are?”

“Yeah.”

We had arrived at the beach resort we went to during our school trip last year.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“Ever since we came here, I wanted to revisit. I know it’s winter, but I thought it would be the perfect place for our date.”

“I see. You know I could have driven us here, right?”

“I know, but I wanted to spend the extra hour on the train talking with you.”

“Oh, I-I see.”

“Well then, shall we go, Sensei?”

“Yeah!”

The first thing we did was watch a movie. This time, we sat next to each other, our shoulders practically inches away from one another. I allowed her to pick the film, and she chose a horror film, but it was clear that she couldn’t handle horror well.

“Do you want to leave and go see a different movie?” I whispered to her.

“No. I’m enjoying this, so it’s fine.”

As a way to ease her fear, I placed my hand on top of hers. We smiled at each other, as if we were assuring each other that we were there for each other.

After the movie ended, Sensei was so relieved that she fell to her knees.

“Sorry, Kurosawa. I thought it would be fun to watch a horror movie, but I wasn’t able to cope with it.”

“There’s no need to apologise. It was very brave of you to sit through that whole thing.”

We continued our date by walking around town, going into different shops, and admiring their products. We arrived at a nice-looking restaurant. I had come across this restaurant when we were on our trip last year. I had booked a reservation for us prior to the date.

“Please order whatever you want, Sensei.”

“Thank you. I won’t order much.”

After eating, we went to an art exhibition. It was nice to see Sensei’s mesmerised face as she examined each art piece. There were quite a lot of people, so it was hard to move around. We were almost separated in the large crowd, but I managed to grab Sensei’s hand. Realising what I had done, I quickly let go of her hand.

“Sorry!”

I felt a hand grab onto mine. It was Sensei.

“Uh, there’s a lot of people here. I’m afraid I’ll lose you.”

For the rest of the time we were in the art exhibit, our hands were joined, neither one wanting to let go of the other.

After that, we went to a cafe to buy some hot drinks to warm us up since we had been walking around in the cold weather for a while now. I couldn’t help but admire Sensei’s beauty. She looked so pretty in her white winter jacket, and she looked extra adorable whenever she wore her winter beret.

“What did you say, Kurosawa?”

Shoot! Did I say that I thought she was pretty out loud?

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Y-yes. You always look beautiful in my eyes. To be honest, Sensei, there is no one more beautiful than you.”

“Thank you, Kurosawa.”

She’s even pretty when she smiles.

We spent the rest of the day doing different activities and trying out different local foods, and overall, we were having a lot of fun.

As the day’s vibrant hues began to soften, we walked along the beach. The sun kissed the edge of the sea, casting long, languid shadows upon the sand. The sky transformed into a symphony of warm colours.

“Thank you, Kurosawa. I had a lot of fun today.”

“No. I should be the one thanking you for coming on this date with me despite the cold weather. But I have to ask. Why did you ask if we could walk on the beach? The wind makes it quite chilly.”

“I simply wanted to take a walk on the beach with you.”

“Oh, I see.”

Reflections danced upon the water’s surface, as if the waves themselves were carrying the sun’s fiery essence. The sound of them crashing onto the shore created a peaceful atmosphere.

“The sunset is beautiful here.”

“Yes, it is. Do you like sunsets, Sensei?”

“Yes, I do. But I like you more.”

I froze in place when I heard her say those words. My heart stumbled over its own rhythm, caught in a web of surprise and euphoria. Did she just properly confess to me?

“Sorry, Sensei. Did I hear that right?”

Sensei stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with me. “Yes, you heard right.”

Sensei turned around, and I was immediately drawn to her eyes, which held a universe of emotions within their depths. They were like a window into her thoughts and feelings.

“I like you, Kurosawa.”

In that moment, the crashing waves seemed to echo the rhythm of my heartbeat. I had planned to ask Sensei about her feelings for me at the end of the date, but she unexpectedly confessed to me.

“I have liked you for a while now. You are probably—no. You are the most important person to me in my life.”

“Sensei—“

“But before you say anything, I want you to first think about it. I want you to come to terms with your own feelings before you decide how to respond to mine. I want you to think about how this could affect our whole dynamic and the consequences we could face. I want you to properly think about what you want.”

When I returned home from my date with Sensei, I locked myself in my room and thought about Sensei’s love confession. Her words, so delicately spoken, resonated in my head. Her feelings, so clearly conveyed, tugged at my heart. She asked me to take some time to think about her confession. She asked me to think about what I wanted.

What do I want?

I… I… I want… I want Sensei!

Ah. I see how it is.

I like her as well.

Looking back at it all, I have had feelings for her for a while now, but I could never accept that I did. Whether it was fear that everything would change that held me back or something deeper, I had repressed the truth. I avoided coming to terms with my feelings because of the regulations around a teacher and a student dating. I thought it would never work, and it seemed like Sensei thought the same. But she never hid her feelings. She accepted them while I avoided them, perhaps more for my sake than for hers.

But not anymore. I will no longer hide from my feelings. I like Sensei. She is the one I am in love with.

But how do I tell her that I like her? If I am going to confess my feelings for her, I need to do it right.