The morning air was crisp, brushing against Mark's cheeks as he walked to school with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His headphones were in, but the music played softly—just enough to drown out the city noise, not enough to distract him from his thoughts.
His backpack bounced slightly with each step, light compared to the weight in his chest. He couldn't stop thinking about yesterday—about Chizuru.
They hadn't spoken after what happened. Whatever it was. He still wasn't sure if he had said something wrong or if she just needed space. She'd looked upset, but before he could talk to her, she'd disappeared. Now, with each step toward school, he kept hoping she'd be there—standing at the gate like usual, maybe pretending nothing was wrong.
But when he arrived, weaving through the crowded walkway and scanning the familiar faces, he didn't see her. Not by the gate. Not on the steps. Not even in the hallway by her locker, where she always stood adjusting her books with that quiet focus she had.
Mark paused, frowning slightly. "She's not here…"
A few classmates brushed past him, caught up in their own lives, their own chatter and laughter. He leaned against a locker for a moment, letting the realization settle. She probably didn't come today... because of yesterday.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, then pushed off the locker and headed to class. There wasn't much else to do. If she needed time, he'd give it. But he hated not knowing.
When he stepped into the classroom, the first thing that caught his eye wasn't the students—but the teacher.
Miss Miwa stood by the whiteboard, already scribbling equations in her flowing, elegant handwriting. Her long, wavy blonde hair gleamed under the morning sunlight that filtered through the windows, and as usual, she wore a perfectly fitted blouse and skirt that made more than a few heads turn
She had curves that defied logic—especially her chest, which, in Mark's distracted mind, could only be described as a pair of balloons barely contained by her blouse. It was impossible not to notice, and half the class, guys and girls alike, seemed either captivated or confused.
Mark slid into his seat and tried to focus on the notes she was writing. But her voice, smooth and confident, only added to the distraction.
"Today, we're reviewing quadratic functions," she said, tapping the board with her marker, unaware—or perhaps completely aware—of the collective gaze in the room. "Please take out your homework from last night. I'll come around to check it."
Mark reluctantly pulled out his notebook, trying to hide the fact that he had barely finished half of it. His mind had been elsewhere. Chizuru's absence still lingered in his thoughts like a dull ache.
As Miss Miwa walked down the rows, heels clicking softly against the floor, the scent of her perfume filled the air—floral, light, and expensive. Mark stole a glance as she passed, then immediately looked away, clearing his throat and focusing hard on his paper.
Focus. You're not here for her.
But even as he told himself that, his eyes wandered to the empty seat in the row beside him.
Chizuru always sat there.
Her desk was spotless, her handwriting always neat and precise. She had a quiet presence—never loud, never drawing attention—but she always made the space feel full. Now, it just felt… off. Like something important had been removed from the day.
Miss Miwa returned to the front and resumed the lesson, her voice cutting through his thoughts. Mark tried to follow along, scribbling down equations, but his heart wasn't in it. He just kept thinking about her.
When the bell rang, the class stood to leave, but Mark lingered, staring at Chizuru's empty chair one last time.
I'll find her tomorrow, he told himself. She can't hide forever.
"However, the way my lifespan is decreasing, I should replenish it," Mark said, walking into Shirakawa Miwa office.
"Hello," Mark said with a smirk as she turned to look at who was calling her name.
"Oh, Mark, it great to see you. Can I help you with something," She said naively.
"Miss, I think I need to use you for myself and to feel good," He said, expecting her to be surprised, but all he could see was her look confused by the statement
Suddenly Mark thought, "She is so naive, I can't believe someone has not jumped her already,".
"As how," Miwa said as Mark slowly walked toward her and grabbed her boob which was a mountain.
"Huh, what are you doing," She shouted as Mark just smiled and activated his domain. l, block out the sound.
"Making good use of this boob for better purpose," Mark said squeezing it with even greater force.