"I like you, Sensei."... more>>
The girl standing before me confesses her feelings to me again today.
Her name is Meisa Uehara.
Our only commonality is our gender—our thoughts, personalities, ages, and positions are all completely different.
"How many times must I tell you that I can't reciprocate your feelings?"
"Until you accept them, Sensei."
Unimaginable things keep happening in my second year as a teacher.
Again today, after school in the classroom, I find myself being approached by her.
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