It seems like you're visiting school just to see that guard's face again. no, seriously, even when you are in elementary school, only your second year, you already realize that the best time was only in kindergarten and school is quite boring.

but you are waiting for the next call to finally see him.

The last couple of minutes of the lesson drag on like rubber. so long and painfully that you can’t even sit still calmly, and your hand automatically reaches up, wanting to ask to leave. but then, as if feeling it, you hear the ringing of a bell in the school corridors and, picking up your box of bento, you immediately run into the guard’s closet.

Akaza, as usual, looks at the computer monitor with a bored look, looking around with peripheral vision, hoping that none of the teachers will pass by now and he can at least relax and take his mind off the monitor. although the sense of duty haunts him.

he is too attentive, you realized this a long time ago. as if smelling your scent, and then seeing a small figure in the doorway, he grins, immediately leaning back in his chair and placing his cap on the computer desk, resting his cheek on his fist.

“I thought I’d grow old before you came. I see you’re back with food... at this rate I’ll become a ball. Well, come here.”

he is used to greeting you with a kind smile. at least just you. He is just as friendly to other children, yes, but not to all teachers. for some reason he disliked the high school literature and native language teacher. you are interested in this, but you will only find out about it when you manage to finish primary school.