Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 132 - 53

Chapter 132: Chapter 53

The golden afternoon light filtered through the classroom windows, dancing across the dust motes that hung suspended in the quiet air.

Seijirou let out a long, groggy yawn, the fog of a dreamless sleep slowly lifting from his mind.

As his vision cleared, he found himself staring directly into the warm, golden eyes of Miyamura Hana.

She was still sitting in the chair she had pulled up, her chin resting on her palms, watching him with a serene, almost protective smile.

“Ah… good morning, Sensei,” Seijirou muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

The stiffness in his joints reminded him of the all-nighter Retsu and Hiyori had forced upon him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pass out like that on my first day back.”

Hana shook her head gently, her messy blonde bun bobbing with the movement. “There’s no need to apologize, Seijirou-kun. There isn’t even a class right now. Everyone is currently in the gym for a special assembly and a major announcement.”

Announcement? Then shouldn’t you be there with them?

“…I see,” Seijirou said, sitting upright and stretching his arms until his spine popped. “Is it okay for me to be here? Shouldn’t I be down there with the rest of the students?”

Hana’s smile widened, a soft chuckle vibrating in her throat. “You can stay right here and rest. Tachibana-san was quite adamant about it. She said she’d take notes and fill you in on everything later. I think she might have threatened anyone who dared to wake you up.”

Seijirou went silent, leaning back in his chair as the classroom felt strangely intimate in its emptiness.

He looked at Hana, really looked at her.

He saw the way her glasses slightly magnified her kind eyes and the way she seemed to radiate a genuine, unforced warmth toward him.

It was a stark contrast to the way the rest of the world looked at “Kageyama Seijirou”.

“Hana-sensei,” he began, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. “I’ve been curious for a while now. Why do you care so much about me? Why do you go so far for someone like me? Everyone else see me as some kind of a monster, a delinquent, or a lost cause. But you… you look at me like I’m some kind of gentle soul. Why do you think I’m kind when every rumor in this city tells you otherwise?”

That is something Seijirou couldn’t understand.

There was no information about this in the game, nor did he remember knowing or meeting her in the past.

Hana’s expression softened, a nostalgic glint appearing in her eyes. “Why, indeed? It’s not a secret, though you’ve likely forgotten. This isn’t the first time I’ve been your teacher, Seijirou-kun. I was your teacher back during your third year of middle school as well.”

Seijirou blinked, his brow furrowing as he searched his memories. Middle school…he was more wild back then, completely manipulating and blackmailing women to sleep with him.

So he was barely in school, and when he is, he was always asleep.

“Middle school? I… I honestly don’t remember you from back then.”

Hana laughed, letting out a bright, melodic sound that filled the quiet room. “It’s perfectly normal that you don’t. I looked like a completely different person. My hair was cut into a sharp, short bob, I didn’t wear glasses, and honestly? My eyes were so fierce and my expression so naturally cold that people used to cross the street to avoid me. Students used to whisper that I was a retired female gang leader.”

Seijirou stared at her, the description triggering a sudden, sharp memory.

He saw a flicker of a woman in a black suit, standing at a chalkboard with a gaze that could wither a forest. “Wait… The ’Lightning Flash Sensei’?”

“NOOO!” Hana shrieked, her hands flying up to cover his mouth, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled a ripe tomato. “Don’t say it! Don’t mention that name! That is my dark history! My absolute ultimate shame!”

Seijirou found himself laughing behind her palms, the absurdity of the situation breaking his fatigue.

He apologized repeatedly, and only after he promised never to use the nickname again did she finally lower her hands, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

Lightning Flash Sensei… He remembered that the students gave her that nickname because they thought she was a gang leader and that was her rumored nickname.

Her lightning fast reflexes and running speed also helped solidify that rumor.

“Still,” Seijirou said, his smile lingering. “Even if you were my teacher, that doesn’t explain why you’re so kind to me now.”

Hana let out a long, shaky sigh, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s because I know what it’s like to be judged by your surface. Because of my fierce appearance, I spent my entire life being feared. People assumed I was violent, unapproachable, or cruel. I didn’t really mind it back then, since I was never much of a social person anyway, but it made me observant.”

She looked out the window, her gaze distant. “When I found out you were assigned to my class for my first year of teaching, I was terrified. I thought, ’Oh no, I’ve got the worst delinquent in the district.’ I spent nights worrying you’d bully me, or set water bucket traps on the door, or lead a classroom mutiny. But you didn’t. Aside from sleeping through my lectures, you never did a single thing to make my life difficult. I was relieved, but I was still keeping my distance.”

She turned back to him, her eyes shining with a deep sincerity. “Everything changed on one tiring evening. I was walking home and happened to see you with Nakamura Shou. You didn’t see me, but I heard what you said to him. You were harsh, yes, but your words were exactly what he needed to hear to stop destroying himself. You saved him that day, Seijirou-kun.”

Seijirou remained silent, the memory of his early interactions with Shou flashing through his mind.

“Then I saw you help Kurokawa Suzune,” Hana continued. “I saw how you reached into the darkness she was drowning in and pulled her out. And later, I overheard Watanabe-san and Itoshi-san talking in the hallway, about how you saved them from fates I don’t even want to imagine. I realized then that while you looked like a villain to the world, you were acting like a hero in the shadows. I saw a gentle soul hidden behind a terrifying exterior.”

Sensei…back then, with Shou and the others was a coincidence. And with Emi and Yukina is because I wanted to sleep with them.

As for Yukina… She used to be his ’good daughter’ back in middle school, and as a request from her mother, I, as the father, must help her.

Of course, Seijirou kept them to himself.

Hana leaned closer, her voice filled with a fierce, quiet resolve. “I realized it was horribly unfair. It was unfair that no one saw the goodness in you. So I decided that I would be the one to protect you. When I heard you were coming to Shunji High, I immediately applied to teach here. I changed my entire image, I put on the glasses to hide my fierce eyes, I styled my hair to a bun to look professional, and even learned how to get along with people so I can look approachable, all so I could be someone people liked and trusted. Because I knew that if I had to defend you against the school board or the other students, I needed people to be on my side so they would listen to me when I told them the truth about you.”

Ah. Although I found you annoying in the game, sensei, I think I kind of respect you now.

She paused, her breath hitching slightly. “Is that… enough of an answer?”

Seijirou stared at her, a profound sense of warmth spreading through his chest. Seriously, how could such a good woman exist? Game Seijirou truly made her hateable, she was scolded so much by the gamers for always protecting Seijirou and punishing the protagonist instead.

Seriously, whoever can marry her is incredibly lucky.

Seijirou stared at her. Hana wasn’t just an NPC, she wasn’t just some minor villain, nor is she a romantic interest from a game guide.

She was a woman who had seen his heart and decided it was worth protecting.

And Seijirou finds it incredibly beautiful.

“Hana-sensei,” Seijirou said, his voice soft and filled with a rare, genuine emotion. “You’re a lot more amazing than I gave you credit for.”

Hana chuckled, the blush returning to her cheeks. “I’m just a teacher looking out for her favorite student. Now, you’ve had enough rest. We should probably head toward the gym before they wonder where the homeroom teacher has disappeared to.”

As they stood up together, Seijirou felt the weight of his “Seeker” Origin vibrate.

He had been looking for a happy ending for the girls, for his friends, and for himself.

But looking at the back of the gentle, blonde teacher who had been his secret guardian for years, he realized his mission was even bigger than he thought.

He doesn’t know what her fate was after Seijirou was defeated, but it was definitely isn’t good.

Seijirou remembered using the power of Rindou’s father, who was a police officer, to make sure she suffers in prison.

Back then, she was one of the characters he absolutely despised with every fiber of his being.

’Don’t worry sensei, I’ll make sure you have your happy ending too.’