The Heroines Want to Confess

In a luxurious apartment in Minato City, Tokyo,

On the 30th floor,

The situation had spiraled out of control.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow on the boy's face—

A face so striking that a single glance could etch it into memory forever.

His flawless, porcelain skin, paired with his delicate features, made him look almost unreal.

But in his hands, he held nothing but a notebook and a pen, his carefully prepared lesson plan scribbled across the pages.

To a stranger, he might seem perfect.

Someone who had everything figured out.

But right now—

That very perfect boy stood frozen, staring wordlessly at the ground below.

Scattered across the pavement, his books and notebooks lay in ruins.

If he hadn't taken out the test papers earlier—

The scene would have been even worse.

"Sakurai-kun, Nino didn't mean to—"

Yotsuba rushed to apologize on her sister's behalf.

But even she struggled to explain.

"She…"

Nino had stormed off immediately after throwing his bag.

Not even giving them a chance to mediate.

Not even Yotsuba knew what to do.

Sakurai said nothing.

Instead, he pulled out his phone.

Opening Shirogane's Line account,

He typed out his resignation.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"It's just some books. No big deal."

His tone was calm—as if this whole situation was just a minor inconvenience.

"After all, I'm just a scumbag who changes girlfriends every week."

"It's only natural for Nino to be on guard against me."

"You too, Yotsuba."

"It'd be better if you stayed away from me."

Without waiting for a response, he turned back to the couch,

Gathered up his test papers,

And gave them a final look before saying—

"It's getting late. I won't disturb you any longer."

A bunch of self-centered girls—

How annoying.

'Tch. I must be insane for taking this job.'

With his things in order, Sakurai stood up.

"You're really just going to leave?"

A voice broke the silence—

It was Itsuki.

She had been watching the whole time.

Too much noise had made it impossible to focus on self-study.

Sakurai glanced at her but answered without hesitation.

"Sorry. I quit."

"I have no interest in dealing with a bunch of annoying brats."

"Tomorrow, I'll formally resign."

He let out a small, amused chuckle.

"I actually thought I could handle this job."

"Turns out, I was way too naive."

His words were light, but his eyes held no warmth.

"It's only the beginning of the school year."

"I'm sure your father can find a more qualified, more patient tutor."

"Unlike me."

Itsuki hesitated.

She wanted to say something.

But in the end—

She stayed silent.

Because he was right.

They probably could find another tutor.

This was his own decision.

She had no reason to stop him.

"Sakurai-kun, last week, you promised to play games with me…"

Miku pouted, looking like a child who had just lost her favorite toy.

Sakurai paused—

Then gave a short, flat response.

"Sorry."

And with that, he walked to the door,

Swung it open—

And left without another word.

Bang.

The door shut behind him.

Leaving only the echo of his fading footsteps.

Outside, Sakurai retrieved his bag,

Brushing off the dust-covered books one by one.

Then he hopped onto his bike, ready to go home.

On the way back, he passed by a familiar convenience store.

Stopping briefly,

He grabbed a few snacks and some canned coffee.

Sakurai rarely cooked during the week.

Not because he wasn't good at it—

He just didn't have the time.

Cooking was something he reserved for weekends.

After paying for his items,

He returned to his apartment complex and scanned his face at the entrance.

His unit was a 50-square-meter studio.

A one-bedroom, one-living room, and a kitchen.

Enough for one person.

If he ever got a girlfriend,

He might consider moving.

But for now—

This was fine.

Inside, he switched shoes,

And scanned his surroundings.

Everything was exactly the same as when he had left in the morning.

"Tch. What a waste of time."

He hung up his uniform,

Took out the test papers from his bag,

And threw them straight into the trash.

Spending an hour making test sheets?

For nothing?

He could barely tolerate studying for two hours a day,

Let alone spending extra time preparing lessons.

This was a first.

Even the detailed study plan he had spent days crafting?

Completely wasted.

For what?

Just to entertain himself?

The circus clown probably had more dignity than he did today.

He had approached them politely—

And what did he get?

One girl called him a pervert on sight.

One girl believed every false rumor about him.

One girl only cared about Japanese history.

One girl was just plain dumb.

And the last one?

Didn't even bother speaking to him.

If they didn't want to learn—

Then he wouldn't teach.

Simple as that.

If his family was struggling,

If he had a sick mother and a little sister to take care of,

Maybe he would swallow his pride and humble himself.

Maybe he'd beg them for this job.

"Please, if I don't work, I'll starve!"

But he wasn't that pathetic.

The thought alone was laughable.

Just as he was about to relax—

Ding!

His phone buzzed.

It was a message from Shirogane Miyuki.

A response to his resignation.

Shirogane Miyuki:Sakurai, if you want to quit, you can. I have no reason to stop you.But as a personal request—if you can, give them another chance.I looked into their middle school records. They weren't top students, but they weren't hopeless.People who are already halfway into despair need someone to pull them out.If anyone can do it, it's you.

"…"

Sakurai frowned.

I knew it.

Of course he'd say something like this.

Shirogane was way too nice for his own good.

So much so, it was almost dumb.

Sakurai sighed.

Then he typed back.

Sakurai:What if I don't want to?This has nothing to do with you.I'll inform the principal myself.

Ding!

A quick reply—

Shirogane Miyuki:Then I'll take responsibility.Since I was the one who handed you this job.

Tch.

So you'd tutor them yourself?

Idiot.

With your workload, you'd drop dead in a week.

Sakurai glanced at the trash can.

At the test papers inside.

Then at his phone screen.

And after a long pause—

He started typing again.