Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

Hmm... Chiba Shimizu? Does a disheveled young lady who ran away from home count? However, I am actually quite curious. I'd like to discuss some philosophical questions about water quality...

Adolescent boys are like that, thinking and thinking, their train of thought drifting off to who knows where...

Meanwhile, Otome Mizuko stood on the sofa, arms crossed, reclaiming her superior position. Such is the way of a young lady; she looks down on everyone, except in Haruka's presence,

"Anyway, your next class is P.E, and I remember you won't be participating, right, Shimizu... It works out well, so stay and help me."

Miss Otome probably knows the class schedule of Haruka Yuzan's class clearer than any of the boys...

Chiba Shimizu didn't look up, her calm gaze fixed straight ahead, seeming to peer through those two pairs of black-stockinged legs at the boy sitting on the sofa. In the end, she nodded her head,

"Mhm, sure."

This time, there was no refusal and Otome Mizuko's eyes couldn't help but squint.

And just like that... Haruka Yuzan was kicked out, leaving only the two distinct young ladies in the activity room.

The sunlight outside was rather cheerful, he took a deep breath, the taste of freedom invigorating him completely. In fact, he was also surprised to be let out,

He had only mentioned it offhand, and Otome Mizuko immediately nodded her agreement. It seemed as if Miss Otome had something to say to Chiba?

Avoiding me just to talk... it must be quite a bloody scene?

As for actually needing help? Don't make me laugh, Otome Mizuko has already started handling the Otome Family's corporate affairs. Would she really need help with something as trivial as a sports festival?

Glancing at the firmly closed door behind him, Haruka Yuzan shook his head and turned to leave.

The sunlight, filtering through the window, cast a shadow on the ground that spelled out two big characters: "Integrity!"

Why should I be afraid? There wasn't really anything wrong...

......

During P.E class,

Beautiful cherry blossoms scattered across the grass, their blended hues strikingly vibrant. A few girls sat scattered on the benches, whispering amongst themselves, occasionally casting shy glances towards the boy on another bench,

Quickly averting their gazes after just a glance, yet deep down, they still hoped he'd notice their little motions, ideally with a look in return, an acknowledgment.

Of course, Haruka Yuzan noticed the girls nearby watching him, but he preferred to waste his time on English vocabulary than on time management within the school grounds.

As for sweating it out on the field with his classmates? That wasn't something a Tokyo heartthrob needed to do.

Thus, after the squad dismissed, Haruka Yuzan came here alone, to enjoy a quiet study time...

Although occasionally distracted by a nearby girl, what can you do?

Cherry blossoms, schoolgirls, and beautiful legs; those are the ingredients for the scent of summer...

"Huh? This serious? I'm touched, Haruka!"

With the voice came the view of those slender, black-stockinged legs—tight and smooth, losing none of their beauty while boasting an almost perfect curve.

Looking up, Teacher Mizutani Nozomi was smiling at him,

"You're really a moving sight with your diligence, Haruka!"

As she spoke, Mizutani Nozomi in her office lady outfit sat down next to the boy, inserted a straw in the milk, and took a deep sip, her eyes closing in momentary bliss,

"Mmm... as good as ever."

"Teacher Mizutani came to see me but only brought a drink for yourself?" Seeing Teacher Mizutani acting like a young girl, Haruka Yuzan teased from the side.

"Hahaha! I just happened to pass by and then chanced upon a scene that moved me!" Mizutani Nozomi laughed heartily, even patting the boy's shoulder quite vigorously.

"Hey, teacher, that hurts, you know." Haruka Yuzan turned away, somewhat disapproving, feeling his other shoulder sink.

"Hmph, nonsense, I didn't hit hard!" Mizutani Nozomi puffed her cheeks, indignantly declaring that she saw right through the boy's scheming.

"An adult's way of measuring is different from a child's!" Haruka Yuzan retorted.

"Hahaha! Are you admitting you're just a child?" Mizutani Nozomi laughed, with their private interactions resembling that of a brother and sister,

It wasn't Haruka's fault; it's just that Mizutani Nozomi really lacked the dignity of a teacher.

"No," said Haruka Yuzan as he gently turned a page in his book, speaking calmly, "I just think you're too old, that's all."

"You little brat!!" Hearing this, Mizutani Nozomi stopped drinking her milk, her expression sulky, "Such a sharp tongue at a young age, you'll have trouble getting a girlfriend!"

"A girlfriend? Isn't studying more important?"

"While I'm comforted that you understand this now, I feel sad for your future life."

"I love studying English the most." Haruka Yuzan said earnestly.

"Tsk." Mizutani Nozomi pouted, disbelieving.

"Does Teacher Mizutani like watching anime?"

"Not really."

"So you're super into it then?"

"Yes!! I've been watching anime for over ten years more than you!"

...

Energetic cheers kept coming from the sports field, as if some competition was underway. On the gravel path, this odd student-teacher duo sat chatting, laughter tinkling like little silver bells from time to time, enough to make the tree branches above sway with the breeze,