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Akira let out a shaky breath. The offer was absurd. Unprofessional. A student shouldn’t be taking care of their teacher like this. But the exhaustion was a physical weight. “I’d fall asleep,” Akira whispered, the admission feeling like a surrender.

Title: Sensei, Chotto Yasunde Ii Desu ka? Sensei- Chotto Yasunde Ii Desuka -RJ01292809-

Haruki tilted his head, observing the empty coffee cups, the faint shadows under Akira’s eyes, the way their hand trembled slightly as it reached for the next paper. The air in the library felt thick and lonely. Akira let out a shaky breath

“Just for a few minutes,” he insisted gently. “The essays will still be here. You won’t be able to grade them properly if you’re running on empty.” A student shouldn’t be taking care of their

Before Akira could argue, Haruki did something unexpected. He walked around the desk, pulled the spare wooden chair closer to Akira’s swivel chair, and sat down. He then pointed to the small, worn sofa against the back wall of the library.

They hadn't heard the door open.

The voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it made Akira flinch. They looked up to see Haruki Saito, a student from Class 3-B, holding a stack of returned library books. He was a quiet boy, the kind who vanished into the background, but his eyes… his eyes had always seen too much.