All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 171: Kirisu Mafuyu – ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻!

The fact that Kirisu Mafuyu is a disaster at housekeeping...

Yukima Azuma almost forgot about it.

It can only be said that, as a dignified and imposing ice-cold female teacher—

Kirisu Mafuyu's usual demeanor is far too deceptive.

To the point that even Yukima Azuma overlooked the daily life of this aging single young woman.

And the truth proves that letting one's guard down comes at a price.

"Dear esteemed Kirisu Mafuyu-sensei, could you kindly explain to me why your room ended up like this?"

Yukima Azuma flashed a "holy" smile.

Kirisu Mafuyu, having just sobered up a little, now only wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

As a teacher, for her room to be like this—

What a disgrace!

But what could she do?

Kirisu Mafuyu lowered her head,

A growing sense of shame swelling inside her.

Until it reached a breaking point, and her psyche completely collapsed—she simply gave up.

Thanks to the effects of alcohol, she opened her mouth and said:

"It's not like I want it to be like this! But the more I clean, the messier it gets!"

"If I could tidy up, of course, I would have done it already!"

"I'm such a terrible teacher! Boo hoo hoo~! I'm almost thirty and still can't even find a boyfriend!"

"If only someone would marry me, that would be great! That way, I wouldn't have to clean my own room anymore!"

"Hey, you troublesome student, why don't you just marry me? I'll even let you handle my salary card..."

In a drunken stupor—

Kirisu Mafuyu once again passed out.

Her current intoxicated state completely exposed the true desires within her heart.

"Truly, alcohol loosens the tongue."

But to want to get married just to avoid cleaning—

Is this the true terror of aging single women?

Yukima Azuma helplessly picked up Kirisu Mafuyu once again.

Amid the chaos, he tried to find a path wide enough.

After carefully laying her properly on the bed,

Yukima Azuma glanced around at the messy piles of stuff, made a simple plan, and then got to work cleaning.

Fortunately, Kirisu Mafuyu was only a disaster at housekeeping, not a true slob.

Her room was cluttered, but it wasn't actually dirty.

Yukima Azuma picked up the books scattered on the floor and neatly placed them on the shelf.

The clothes piled on the chair—he took them to the closet to hang up.

"Has this been worn already or not?"

Looking at the wrinkled dress in his hand, Yukima Azuma pondered.

The usual way to check was to bring it up to his nose and sniff it.

But doing that with Kirisu Mafuyu's clothes didn't seem appropriate.

After a moment of deliberation—

Yukima Azuma grabbed a laundry basket and tossed the dress inside.

Even if it hadn't been worn, it was so wrinkled it would need ironing.

Might as well wash it to save the trouble of overthinking.

After picking up stuff for a while—

Yukima Azuma suddenly found himself holding a bright red lace item, his mind momentarily going blank.

"What the hell kind of battle armor is this!?"

Why was something like this just lying around so casually!?

Yukima Azuma quickly tossed it into the laundry basket and continued tidying up.

"Yukima-san, I'm home..."

A sleepy voice murmured.

Yukima Azuma froze at the strange way he was being addressed.

He turned to look toward the bed—

Only to see Kirisu Mafuyu still deep in slumber.

That earlier line must have been sleep-talking.

It's just... what exactly was this icy female teacher dreaming about?

This felt like some kind of weird character setup.

Even the way she unconsciously called out "Yukima-san" was quite something.

Carrying the laundry basket out of the room,

Placing it in the laundry room, Yukima Azuma then headed downstairs, walking into the kitchen to grab a can of red bean soup and some hangover medicine.

This hangover remedy was originally bought for the alcoholic bass player Hiroi Kikuri.

Unexpectedly, it was coming in handy right away.

Having preparations in advance really does pay off.

The girls sitting around the dining table had all stopped eating, their eyes fixed on Yukima Azuma.

He had helped Kirisu Mafuyu upstairs and had been gone for quite a while.

Even though they were certain nothing inappropriate had happened—

They still couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

"Kirisu-sensei was really drunk, so I went up to give her some hangover medicine. Otherwise, she'd definitely wake up with a headache tomorrow morning."

Yukima Azuma gave a simple explanation.

The girls exchanged glances before turning their eyes toward Kato Megumi in unison.

Now was the perfect time for Saint Kato Megumi to step in.

"Need any help?" Megumi asked gently, living up to expectations.

Yukima Azuma thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's okay, it seems like Kirisu-sensei doesn't like other people entering her room."

"I just gave her the medicine and left immediately."

Kirisu Mafuyu took her image as a teacher very seriously.

Whenever she came to Toyogasaki to teach, her suit was always neatly ironed, without a single crease.

The fact that she kept her suit so pristine showed that she was quite meticulous in her appearance.

Given that—

Yukima Azuma figured it was best to keep quiet about Kirisu-sensei being a disaster at housekeeping.

Among the girls present, two were current students in Kirisu Mafuyu's class.

One was a former student of hers.

And one, although not in Kirisu Mafuyu's class, was an outstanding student at Toyogasaki.

If they went up to help clean—

Then when Kirisu Mafuyu woke up, she would definitely be so embarrassed she'd want to disappear on the spot.

Carrying the hangover medicine and red bean soup—

Yukima Azuma returned to the room on the second floor.

Pushing the door open—

He immediately saw Kirisu Mafuyu, who was supposed to be lying still…

Sitting up instead.

Her beautiful eyes were now open.

Though a little dazed—

She seemed to be somewhat awake.

"Kirisu-sensei, perfect timing. Here's the hangover medicine and red bean soup, please have some—"

Before he could finish his sentence—

Kirisu Mafuyu cut him off.

"Don't call me sensei…" Her soft voice sounded like she was acting spoiled. "We already have… that kind of relationship."

Yukima Azuma: "◉_◉?"

A giant question mark immediately popped up above his head.

What kind of relationship?

Another weird character setting popping up again.

Sensing that the situation was getting out of hand, Yukima Azuma immediately pulled out his phone.

He opened the camera, switched to video mode, and started recording.

"If I can't call you sensei, then what should I call you?"

Yukima Azuma played along and asked.

"Of course… my love."

As she spoke those words, Kirisu Mafuyu looked a little shy.

"Ah, so it's this kind of setting… My love, please have the hangover medicine."

"Darling, feed me~!"

ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

"Alright, here, open your mouth and say 'ah~.'"

~(˘▾˘~)

"Ah… so bitter, prprpr. My shoulders are sore, massage them for me~."

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

"Okay, then lie down. You've worked hard."

"Mmm mmm… right there, that's perfect!"

(─‿‿─)

"All done. Anything else?"

"Mmm mmm! I want darling to clean my ears for me."

"(;一_一)" (✿´‿`)

....

The Next Morning.

Kirisu Mafuyu bolted upright in bed, eyes wide in horror.

Kirisu Mafuyu: ಠ╭╮ಠ?

A bit of glistening drool still clung to the corner of her mouth.

She parted her lips slightly, her mind blank, her entire being frozen in a daze.

"This is a disaster! I just had a dream indulging in the pleasures of life."

"My desires have become way too obvious!"

"But… why was it that delinquent student?"

Kirisu Mafuyu vaguely recalled—

She had dreamed of marrying Yukima Azuma.

He was her husband, helping her clean up her room.

When she came home from work, he served her tea, massaged her shoulders, and even… cleaned her ears.

Just thinking about it felt so good— No, wait, that's not the point!

Kirisu Mafuyu shook her head furiously, trying to snap herself back to reality.

They had a clear-cut teacher-student relationship! How had things developed into that kind of dynamic?!

She let out a deep sigh.

"Could it be that I've been too exhausted lately? Was the training at Shuchiin too intense?"

Muttering to herself, Kirisu Mafuyu finally regained her composure.

But as she became fully conscious, she was met with—

A spotless, unbelievably tidy room.

Everything that had been scattered messily across the floor had disappeared without a trace.

Her clothes were neatly hung in the closet.

Textbooks, notebooks, and teaching materials were carefully categorized on the shelves.

Even the half of the bed she hadn't slept on was perfectly smooth.

Kirisu Mafuyu froze once again.

(°ロ°)☝ ???

She rubbed her eyes.

(>ლ)

The sight of a clean, orderly room remained unchanged.

She pinched her cheek lightly.

Ouch! Not a dream.

Kirisu Mafuyu's pupils trembled violently.

Just then—

Her gaze drifted to the edge of her blanket.

Right next to her pillow—

Lay an ear-picking spoon with a fluffy cotton tip.

"Hiii—!" She inhaled sharply.

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Kirisu Mafuyu tried to analyze the situation calmly.

She carefully reconsidered, pondered for a moment—

And then, enlightenment struck.

Total realization!

It wasn't a dream!

What had she said to her student last night?!

At that moment, Kirisu Mafuyu felt like her utter incompetence at housekeeping was no longer the biggest issue.

What did I do with Yukima Azuma yesterday?!

The scariest part wasn't getting drunk.

It was getting drunk—and remembering everything afterward.

Perhaps it was because the plum wine had too low of an alcohol content.

The more she recalled, the clearer her memories became.

She had clung to Yukima Azuma, a teacher making her student call her "my love."

She had called him "darling" and shamelessly acted spoiled!

┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) (ヽ°-°）ヽ ┬──┬

A A A A A A ! !%^#!#!^@!%#

┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻

Kirisu Mafuyu felt like her life had turned completely gray.

Everyone has to die someday, but not from embarrassment!

(note: I was bored so I sat around playing with emojis)

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