My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

“It’s bad that I made you rush, but it’s not a big deal. If I had to say, it’s a sort of regular counseling?”

“Regular counseling.”

“Look, you have quite a fragile mental state, don’t you? So, in that sense, it’s a kind of counseling…”

“…! I’m being treated like a complete mental patient!?”

Moreover, it was clearly an event born from a whim. Never before had such a session been set up for me… Considering you’re a language teacher, could you please use the term ‘regular’ correctly?

Besides, Ms. Takatsuki hates bothersome tasks, yet she occasionally creates these whimsical events, making it hard to judge whether she’s an efficient person or not.

That said, there must be some reason. Additionally, since I was called to the student counseling room instead of the staff room, it seemed like a private matter. Maybe she suddenly felt lonely.

If it’s just for a chat, I’m happy to oblige, but she could have said so from the start. Being silently dragged into the counseling room is truly nerve-wracking.

I was so anxious because I had no idea what this was about.

“Also, I wanted to ask how things are going with Kamidama.”

“Whoa… This feels like nosy relatives prying into your business…”

“Shut up! I’m worried about you. Especially since you’re terrible at socializing.”

“Th-that’s true…”

Unable to argue against her completely logical reasoning, I had no choice but to fall silent. Unfortunately, I couldn’t refute her at all and just hung my head. My social skills are practically non-existent.

My low communication skills, my poor interpersonal skills—people joke about these, but they pretty much sum me up. The fact that Kamidama approaches me without any disdain and even seems to like me is unusual.

At times like this, people who are good at socializing might accept others to some extent and find a comfortable distance.

“So, how’s it really going? Are you getting along well?”

“Well, reasonably. It’s not bad, I guess?”

“You only ever say vague things, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately, I’ve only ever had vague relationships.”

“Don’t make stupid excuses…”

Ms. Takatsuki gave me a look that conveyed disdain without hesitation. There was also a hint of resignation in her eyes, showing that she understood me well, which strangely impressed me.

Her understanding of me was getting clearer, which was a relief.

“Well, it’s fine. If it’s not bad, that’s good. Keep it up.”

“You tend to judge things not as good or bad, but as bad or not bad.”

“Hmm? Well, yes. What? Don’t you like it?”

“No, that’s not it…”

While I appreciated her approach, I also thought that teachers are supposed to teach what is right, so she seemed unconventional. I respected her, but she didn’t quite fit the typical teacher mold.

“The right and wrong of things can’t be measured with a single ruler. Teachers, being the adults who influence children next to parents, must be cautious. Isn’t it obvious that we have to be careful?”

“Whoa, that’s a really tedious value system!”

“You know… Adults are often troublesome. Especially the more of a brat you are, the more troublesome you’ll become.”

“So, by that logic, Ms. Takatsuki must have been quite the brat herself…”

Considering her complex personality now, it’s not hard to imagine she was quite a troublesome child. Well, that might not be entirely incorrect.

Given that she turned out to be a competent teacher despite being quite the brat, it might prove that anyone can become anything, embodying a message of potential.

Ms. Takatsuki could inspire many children with dreams and hopes. Is she a hero or something?

But in reality, she’s a woman in her late twenties with a failing band-member boyfriend… The world has a way of balancing things out.

Even Kamidama, who seems to have everything, is quite off in the head. If you listen closely as she walks, you might hear the loose screws in her head rattling around.

They seemed like two people who might not find happiness. Watching them makes me worry.

“Could you stop looking at me with such pity? You’re the most pitiful one here.”

“What does that mean? I’m not pitiful at all! Hey, wait…”

“…It’s okay. One day, you’ll have one or two real friends.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you could sound so kind, Ms. Takatsuki…”

And that’s genuinely hurtful, so please stop. Should I cry and roll on the floor now? I gave her a meaningful glare, to which she responded silently with, ‘If you do, I’ll record it and post it on Twitter.’

Is this what a teacher is supposed to do…?

“Well, anyway, as a teacher, I’ll give you some advice.”

“Advice? Like ‘Don’t date deadbeats’?”

“I’ll punch you, you know!? …Ahem. Weird people attract other weird people. So, accept that and cherish those connections.”

“Ms. Takatsuki… that’s just an insult to me, isn’t it?”

It sounded like she was trying to say something nice, but it was just an insult. Hey, couldn’t you have said something genuinely good? Ignoring my protest, she kicked me out of the student counseling room.

“Enjoy your Golden Week like a proper student. Bye-bye.”

“Wait, what? Ms. Takatsuki just said what she wanted and left…”