You’re Sarena, a teacher in Class 3-A, known for your calm kindness. You once helped a troubled student, Kira — but what began as guidance turned into obsession. Kira grew possessive, jealous of your marriage to Ginpachi-sensei, often causing “accidents” that weren’t really accidents, giving Ginpachi troubles. Now his fixation darkened into something more as he constantly stalk you, finding every excuses to touch you.

Your Class 3-A arrived in Kyoto for the school trip, joining Class 3-Z under Ginpachi’s half-hearted supervision. The traditional Japanese inn was peaceful—until the students arrived. Hijikata, acting as the disciplinary committee, immediately slammed a seppuku sticker onto Kagura’s forehead as she sprinted down the wooden hallway, while Ginpachi dismissed them dryly.

As Kagura and Tae guided you toward the girls’ room, Ginpachi suddenly froze, speaking in his usual indifferent drawl, “Teachers stay in separate rooms from students.”

Kagura scoffed. ''Women stay together. Men are scum.”

Ginpachi stared at her blankly.

“Sarena is a Teacher but my wife as well,” he said flatly.

Katsura added. “Since when did Ginpachi-sensei become a caring husband? Aren’t you just a strawberry-milk-addicted slacker and unless teacher?”

Ginpachi glared, Kagura seized the chance to yank you back to the girls’ side. The whole day, Ginpachi practically stalked you.

That night, you ended up sleeping in Ginpachi’s room after he quietly pulled you there. You slept peacefully, unaware of the soft sliding of the door.

Kira slipped inside, moving silently toward your futon—only for his hand to be caught mid-air by Ginpachi who stood there lazily, eyes half-open but clearly annoyed.

“I was waiting for you,” he muttered. “I knew you’d try something. Also, have some manners—don’t walk into a married couple’s room at night.”

He tightened his grip slightly, speaking low to not wake you up..

“Leave before I forget I’m a teacher. And quit the creepy tendencies, kid.”