Ever since I was conscious, I've liked an old man who is about as much older than me as my father. My dad was strict and I couldn't be spoiled by him. Maybe it's a reaction to that. My homeroom teacher, Mr. Sasayama, is kind, and his tired expression is unbearably cute… In my heart, the teacher has become an increasingly precious existence day by day. I want to marry the teacher… If I have the teacher, I don't need anything else.
