Chapter 171: My Room, My Shame, My Love!?
The fact that Kirisu Mafuyu was a complete and utter disaster at housekeeping...
Frankly, Yukima Azuma had forgotten all about it.
It was the sort of detail one’s mind filtered out—because it simply didn’t fit the image. After all, she was Kirisu-sensei: the iron-willed, no-nonsense ice queen of the school faculty, always impeccably dressed, with razor-sharp intellect and a tongue to match.
In public, she was dignified. Unflappable. The embodiment of high standards and untouchable elegance.
Who would ever imagine that behind that glacial aura lay... chaos?
And not the poetic kind—no, this was the chaos of laundry mountains, unsorted teaching materials, hair ties in teacups, half-finished instant noodles hidden behind unopened academic journals, and stacks of books doing their best impression of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Now standing in the center of the disaster zone that was Kirisu Mafuyu’s private room, Yukima Azuma could only blink, arms folded, lips curled in a "holy" smile so radiant it would’ve made any saint jealous.
"Dear and esteemed Kirisu Mafuyu-sensei," he said with reverent sarcasm. "Would you kindly explain to me how exactly your room managed to achieve this state of entropy?"
Kirisu Mafuyu, only half-sober and deeply wishing she could vanish from existence, looked away, her cheeks flushing a warm crimson as a storm of shame bubbled up from within.
This was catastrophic. As a teacher—no, as a woman—this was the ultimate disgrace.
But what could she say? What could she possibly say that wouldn’t make it worse?