I've been confessed to before. Anyone who's ever mustered the courage to confess, or been confessed to, surely remembers that intense feeling. In the confined world of a school, the moment I was confessed to by my student, Asano, the boundaries between teacher and pupil shattered. She confessed to me 15 times. No matter how many times I rejected her, she never gave up—her feelings only grew stronger. At first, I worried, "What if she stops coming to school?" But she was strong-willed, resilient, and beautiful, and each time she confessed, I struggled desperately to hide my wavering heart. On the day of graduation, when she looked up at me with those big eyes and said, "I'm moving to Tokyo in spring for university... I won't be able to see you anymore, sensei," I was completely drawn into her world. Her strangely mature, bittersweet expression shook me to the core. Just once... since she's graduating... But even though she's still technically my student, after three years of resisting, I finally gave in to her feelings and crossed the line. The taste of her sweet nectar, laced with danger, was overwhelmingly sweet and intoxicating. Like an aphrodisiac, once you've tasted it, there's no turning back. But seeing Asano smile in the end made it all worth it.