Teacher, I'm Actually a Villainous Magical Girl

Haihara raised her head and looked toward Kirishima Ai in the corner of the classroom.

The aloof girl with short black hair was holding a cream croissant, nibbling at it in small bites. It seemed she had skipped breakfast.

Then, as if noticing Haihara's gaze, she looked up just after taking a bite of bread, cream still at the corner of her mouth, and found Haihara watching her.

Kirishima Ai blinked.

"..."

Haihara waved a hand, telling her to keep eating.

As far as she knew, there were currently four students in this school clearly connected to Magical Girls.

Tachibana Aeruru and Kirishima Ai, and...

She flipped another page, but there was not much information about this student.

Takanashi Shiori was a transfer student who had arrived not long ago.

Ever since she joined this class, things had changed.

Kirishima Ai had gone from being a reassuring honor student to a Problem Child who often skipped school.

Whether by appearance or magical aura, this girl was probably not ordinary. Or rather, she was probably not from Earth.

Most likely, she was a Magical Girl from the R'lyeh Kingdom.

But she did not seem to be a particularly powerful Magical Girl. She did not even have a "magical name."

Among all the Magical Girls in Maple Plain City, she fought the least and had the lowest presence.

And the last one...

The final person connected to Magical Girls was not actually from Class Four, so theoretically, Haihara did not need to concern herself with her. She had only included her incidentally.

Still, she had written her down for the time being.

Her name was Kazama Kiriori, a third-year student.

She was also the student council president of this school.

Kirishima Ai and Takanashi Shiori wandered through the hallway, occasionally hearing students around them discussing the idol who was about to return to school.

"That troublesome girl is coming back..."

Though they were all Magical Girls of love and justice who protected the city, they were not close and affectionate like in anime. If anything, they could barely stand the sight of one another.

Kirishima Ai, for example, was not very good at dealing with that frivolous idol.

Likewise, she was not good at getting along with the young lady from R'lyeh beside her.

"Come to think of it, is that person from R'lyeh too, like you?"

Kirishima Ai looked at Takanashi Shiori.

The opportunity for her to become a Magical Girl had come when she met Takanashi Shiori and learned from her how to transform into one.

Tachibana Aeruru had become a Magical Girl even earlier than she had. Back then, Takanashi Shiori probably had not yet come to Earth from R'lyeh.

"She's from Earth, just like you."

"Then how did she become a Magical Girl?"

Transforming into a Magical Girl required two things: a magical tool and a Magic Crystal.

"Her magical aura is obvious, so perhaps her parents were connected to Magical Girls. Many Magical Girls on Earth who are not from R'lyeh are like that."

Many Magical Girls had once been active on Earth. Some of them were Magical Girls from R'lyeh, but even more were Earthlings.

Those Earthlings might have been descendants of Magical Girls, children of R'lyehans and Earthlings, while some might have inherited power from other Magical Girls.

Of course, there was also the worst possibility.

They had been seduced by an evil god or something similar and become Black Magical Girls.

"If I remember correctly, there should be more than just the three of us Magical Girls in this city. What kind of people are the others?"

A few years ago, there had been another senior Magical Girl active in this city, but no one had seen her appear in a long time.

No one knew that Magical Girl's true identity either.

At that, Takanashi Shiori pinched her chin.

"Hmm... As far as I know, there are at least three or four more people in this school with unknown identities who are connected to Magical Girls."

She said something rather shocking with a completely calm expression.

"...Huh?"

Kirishima Ai froze for a moment.

Just as the two were chatting, some sort of commotion seemed to arise in the hallway again.

Quite a few people looked toward a tall figure walking down the corridor. Following their gaze, Kirishima Ai and Takanashi Shiori looked over as well.

Walking toward them beneath everyone's gaze was a tall, slender girl.

Her jet-black hair draped gracefully behind her shoulders. Her eyes were beautiful and clear, like a transparent lake whose bottom could be seen at a glance. She wore her school uniform impeccably, elegance and perfection radiating from head to toe.

She was the sort of perfect character who seemed like she had stepped out of an anime.

Few students in this school did not know her.

Kazama Kiriori, Kaedehara High School's student council president and a third-year senior. She had a perfect appearance, outstanding grades, and a gentle, modest manner toward everyone.

Perfect, dignified, dazzling—those were the impressions everyone had of her.

She got along well with everyone, and the teachers all liked her. Yet perhaps because of that, no one was especially close to the student council president.

But why had the student council president come to the first-year building?

Just as Kirishima Ai wondered that, President Kazama walked toward them. Everyone around watched curiously to see what she intended to do, until she stopped in front of Kirishima Ai.

"...May I ask what you need?"

Why had she stopped in front of her...?

Before this, Kirishima Ai had never met President Kazama. She had only seen her at the opening ceremony.

Kazama Kiriori bent down slightly, leaned closer to the seated Kirishima Ai, and spoke softly.

"This student, do you know where Teacher Haihara is? I couldn't find her in the Class Four classroom."

Since she had leaned in a little, Kirishima Ai could smell Kazama Kiriori's faint fragrance. It was probably a mixture of laundry detergent and some indescribable floral scent.

So she was looking for Teacher Haihara.

Kirishima Ai thought for a moment and pointed toward the homeroom teachers' office not far away.

"Teacher Haihara is probably alone in the office right now."

Since she was often called to the office at this time, she knew very well.

Kazama Kiriori nodded, then simply walked away.

"Lately, it seems like the student council president often comes to see Teacher Haihara..."

"Was the student council president Teacher Haihara's student before?"

"It's probably just official business. Last time I saw the president in Teacher Haihara's office, I think she was saying the principal wanted to see Teacher Haihara."

President Kazama arrived at the door to the homeroom teachers' office. Since Class Four's location was rather unusual, this office was actually used only by Haihara.

Before knocking, the student council president adjusted her collar slightly and retied her necktie before gently knocking on the door.

A cold, languid voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The student council president slowly pushed open the door and saw Teacher Haihara inside, flipping through a book.

As always, the woman wore those thick glasses, her expression cold and somewhat stiff, as though nothing interested her. Only when she turned to look at the person entering did she casually say,

"Is that Kazama? What is it?"

The student council president did not answer immediately. She only gently closed the door first.

Haihara set the book in her hands down on the desk as well. Her chair turned toward the student council president, and she rested one hand lightly against her cheek as she waited for her to speak.

The student council president lowered her head and calmly said,

"The principal asked me to tell you that several students in your class have had low attendance lately. Also, Tachibana Aeruru will be returning to school in a few days, so he hopes you will pay attention to the impact."

At that, Haihara lightly tapped the armrest of her chair. Her eyes were somewhat obscured by the reflection on her glasses, making it impossible to tell what expression she wore.

"I understand."

Haihara nodded and said nothing more.

The office fell quiet for a moment. The elegant, composed student council president remained where she was, watching Teacher Haihara for a while before suddenly saying,

"No one should come into your office at this time, right?"

It was noon. Most students were not in their classrooms, having just finished lunch and taken a break. Some had gone on dates or off to fool around.

Normally, no one would come to the teachers' office.

"No one comes here. Why?"

Teacher Haihara asked strangely.

Without answering, the student council president turned around and reached one hand toward the lock. With a soft click, she locked the door with practiced ease.

Without caring whether Haihara agreed, she then went to the window and drew the curtains shut until no light could pass through and no one could see inside from outside.

Throughout the process, Haihara watched her without stopping her or saying anything.

Once she had finished all that, the student council president came to Haihara's side.

"Then please forgive my impudence."

She spoke softly, already far closer than a student and teacher ought to be.

The student council president, who had always been elegant and polite, moved behind Haihara and stretched out her arms.

Then, she gently wrapped them around Haihara's shoulders and neck.

Teacher Haihara lifted her head slightly and looked at the bold girl.

After hugging Haihara, Kazama Kiriori lowered her head, affectionately resting her chin against Haihara's hair. She inhaled softly and revealed a gentle smile.

She rubbed her cheek against Haihara's hair, then leaned close to her ear and said with faint indulgence,

"Mom."

Kazama Kiriori

Haihara felt a little ticklish from being rubbed against, and strands of hair brushed over her eyes, making her squint slightly. She raised a hand and gently pushed Kazama Kiriori's face away, as if scolding a puppy.

She looked up at the girl hugging her. This child still wore the expression of a good little girl, gazing at her with gentle, pitiful puppy-like eyes.

"I told you, don't call me Mom. I'm only twenty-seven."

Ignoring Kazama Kiriori's pleading gaze, Haihara said coldly.

"And don't rub against me either. It's hot in summer, and I don't want to sweat."

After Haihara gently pushed her away, Kazama Kiriori looked a little lonely. She naturally moved to Haihara's side.

She gently held one of Haihara's hands with both of hers, then slowly crouched down. Stroking Haihara's hand, Kazama Kiriori said with a smile,

"Then when you're cold in winter, can I hug you?"

Since Haihara was sitting in a swivel chair while Kazama was crouching, Kazama was looking up at Haihara.

Haihara shook her head.

"I don't remember you being such a mushy child before..."

Kazama Kiriori, eighteen years old, was her adopted daughter.

She had adopted this child sometime during her university years.