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After School in the Music Room
After the club activities ended, when no one was around, Sakuraiand I summoned Shirogane.
"We know," Sakuraisaid, her voice echoing softly in the quiet room.
"Huh...?"
"We know about Mr. Shirota."
The color drained from Shirogane's face.
"Recently, in the music room..."
I took out my smartphone. The screen showed Shirogane and Mr. Shirota embracing.
"Did you... record this?"
"No, it was an accident..."
"Delete it!"
Shirogane desperately reached for the phone.
"Shirogane, we're friends, right?"
Sakuraistepped forward.
"That's why I'm telling you. This... it won't end well."
"No! You don't understand!"
Shirogane's voice trembled.
"Mr. Shirota and I... no one understands..."
"But if it's found out..."
"No!"
Shirogane shook her head vigorously.
"I only have Mr. Shirota. He... he cares about me too."
Tears streamed down Shirogane's face.
"Shirogane..."
"Please, don't say anything more. Please..."
Shirogane covered her face with both hands.
"Leave me alone."
Sakuraitried to say something, but Shirogane grabbed her bag and rushed out of the music room.
"Should we follow her?"
"No... let's leave it at that for today."
Sakura's voice was also trembling.
The setting sun filtered into the music room, leaving Sakuraiand me alone. The persuasion had failed, but we both knew this was just the beginning.
"Mr. Shirota, we need to talk."
After school, Sakuraiand I headed to the staff room, but Mr. Shirota was not there.
"Maybe he's in the music room..."
On his desk was a high-end Montblanc pen, a symbol of his refined taste.
I casually touched it, and suddenly—
"...!"
I quickly pulled my hand away. Memories and images flooded my mind like a torrent.
"What's wrong?"
Sakurailooked at me with concern. I couldn't speak.
I then touched his notebook. It was a high-quality leather-bound notebook, and from it, clearer memories poured in.
Current relationships with multiple women. A 23-year-old café worker in a neighboring town, meeting twice a week at a set time. The two of them, sweaty and entwined in a love hotel.
A 29-year-old actress from a local theater group, under the guise of helping with stage direction. Animalistic sex in the dressing room after rehearsals.
And... past memories, a student from Seiko High. The star of the track team, in the sports storage room during practice.
A past student from Minami High, the former captain of the band.
Further back—5 years ago, 7 years ago, 10 years ago... countless students in his past.
Using his charm and the common ground of music, he skillfully manipulated them, ensuring his actions would never be discovered. A perfect strategy.
"I... feel sick."
This was Mr. Shirota's true nature. Was Shirogane just another victim?
"Sato-kun? You look pale."
"Let's leave this for now, Sakura."
"But..."
"Shirogane is in danger."
Those words froze Sakura's expression.
"What do you mean...?"
"Mr. Shirota... it's not just Shirogane."
I explained, choosing my words carefully.
"Even now, he's involved with multiple women. Both adults and students... and in the past, countless students..."
I couldn't find the words. The notebook held cruel truths, with dates, locations, and names. A perfect record, like a log of conquests.
Sakura's face paled.
"Could it be... Shirogane is also part of this calculated plan..."
Footsteps approached from the staff room hallway, the distinctive sound of Mr. Shirota's leather shoes.
"Let's go."
I quickly took Sakura's hand and left the area.
We stopped behind the library, finally out of breath. No one came to this dimly lit place, filled with the scent of books. Both of us were speechless.
"Tell me everything, Sato-kun."
Sakura's voice trembled. As Shirogane's friend, she had to face this harsh truth.
"Mr. Shirota has a perfect strategy."
I began to explain, organizing the memories I had seen.
"At first, he approaches as a teacher who recognizes musical talent. Then, he gradually makes them feel special. Private lessons, after-school guidance..."
"The flute he lent to Shirogane..."
"Yes. All of it was planned."
The notebook detailed the steps, including the student's personality, family background, and friendships. Like a hunter stalking prey, it was meticulously planned.
"But why didn't anyone notice... anyone..."
"He was careful. He never got involved with students at the same time. He chose students from different schools. Perfect time management..."
I continued, my voice shaking.
"In Shirogane's case, it was probably part of the plan. Even the incident with Konno's broken flute..."
"Surely not..."
Yes, the notebook had Konno's name too, marked with a red "caution."
"Sakura, we have to protect Shirogane."
Our hands were still clasped, but even that warmth felt uncertain now. The depth of Mr. Shirota's darkness was far beyond our imagination.
"Can we... do anything?"
Sakura's anxious voice went unanswered. We couldn't just leave Shirogane in Mr. Shirota's hands.
...At that moment, a shadow appeared in the hallway. We ran out of the library, stopping in the deserted courtyard.
"Huff... huff..."
Sakuraicaught her breath, looking at me. Her eyes held fear and uncertainty.
"Mr. Shirota has data," I said quietly but firmly.
"Data of all the women he's been involved with. Photos and videos..."
"Even Shirogane's?"
"Yes. That's why Shirogane can't break up with him. Not until Mr. Shirota gets tired of her..."
Sakura's face turned pale.
"It's stored on the computer in his study. The password is 'HAITOKU'..."
The memories from touching the notebook flooded back. Mr. Shirota's home study, the computer's contents, and his twisted desire for conquest.
"If we can delete the data..."
"We can protect the current victims. But..."
"But?"
"The past victims won't be compensated."
The wind blew through the courtyard, rustling Sakura's long black hair.
"Should we tell Shirogane the truth?"
"Not yet..."
"But!"
"Shirogane won't believe us. She'll probably push us away."
Sakuraiknew it too. Shirogane's feelings for Mr. Shirota were pure and deep.
"Then what do we do?"
"We need evidence. Without it..."
At that moment, a figure appeared in the school window. We instinctively hid.
"Let's call it a day, Sakura."
"Okay..."
It was well past the time for students to leave. Staying any longer was dangerous.
"Let's think about this more later."
As we parted, I felt Sakura's hand trembling. Mine was probably trembling too.
Mr. Shirota's study computer, filled with dark desires. Without that evidence, we couldn't save Shirogane or the other victims.
But how...
Walking through the evening streets, my mind was filled with dark, hopeless thoughts.
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