Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -rj01292809- May 2026

“I… I don’t have time, Saito-kun.”

“I know.” Haruki didn’t leave. He placed the books on the return cart with careful, deliberate movements. Then he walked closer, stopping on the other side of the teacher’s cluttered desk. “You’re still here, too.” Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -RJ01292809-

Haruki didn’t comment. He simply moved his chair, positioning himself between Akira and the library door. A silent guardian. He took off his own cardigan – a soft, grey thing that smelled of laundry soap and old paper – and gently draped it over Akira’s shoulders. “I… I don’t have time, Saito-kun

Before Akira could argue, Haruki did something unexpected. He walked around the desk, pulled the spare wooden chair closer to Akira’s swivel chair, and sat down. He then pointed to the small, worn sofa against the back wall of the library. “You’re still here, too

“Or, you could lie down over there. I can keep watch. Make sure no one comes in.”

“I… I don’t have time, Saito-kun.”

“I know.” Haruki didn’t leave. He placed the books on the return cart with careful, deliberate movements. Then he walked closer, stopping on the other side of the teacher’s cluttered desk. “You’re still here, too.”

Haruki didn’t comment. He simply moved his chair, positioning himself between Akira and the library door. A silent guardian. He took off his own cardigan – a soft, grey thing that smelled of laundry soap and old paper – and gently draped it over Akira’s shoulders.

Before Akira could argue, Haruki did something unexpected. He walked around the desk, pulled the spare wooden chair closer to Akira’s swivel chair, and sat down. He then pointed to the small, worn sofa against the back wall of the library.

“Or, you could lie down over there. I can keep watch. Make sure no one comes in.”