She pulled her hand back like she’d been burned. Her professional mask clicked into place, but her cheeks were flushed.
"Sometimes," she said quietly, "the empty classroom is the only place I feel like I can breathe." boku to misaki sensei cap 2
I know that feeling, I thought. But I didn’t say it. She pulled her hand back like she’d been burned
"Sensei," I said, stopping just inside the line she’d drawn—one arm’s length away. "When I’m in this room with you, I don’t feel like I’m invisible." but her cheeks were flushed. "Sometimes
I looked down at my desk. The wood grain had a scar—a small gouge from a pen knife. I traced it with my thumb. "Why do you stay so late, Sensei? Everyone else left an hour ago."
"I had a question about the assignment," I lied.