Chapter Text
Just a week ago, a major battle that would decide the fate of Kivotos, of the world took place.An event that would be considered to be even worse than the day the sky turned red with the arrival of the False Sanctums but once again thanks to Sensei and his students all throughout Kivotos, the threats were once again quelled.The dust had finally begun to settle, and reconstruction was underway, and almost everything was returning back to status quo. Almost.
In the aftermath of this fight, the girl known as the Superhuman, the General Student Council President has returned.
Fast forward to a week, we now see her formally making an address to everyone in Kivotos.
The General Student Council President stood behind the podium with the same composure that had once made all of Kivotos place its trust in her. The broadcast was made live all throughout the academy city and every screen displayed her image, in classrooms, cafés, clubrooms, and out on the streets. The usual rambunctious students stopped what they were doing and watched.
"To all citizens and students of Kivotos" Her voice was calm, clear, and carried a natural authority that silenced whatever whispers remained.
"As you may already know I am the President of the General Student Council."
"And before anything else... I owe all of you an apology."
"In my absence, this city endured confusion, fear, conflict, and hardship. Burdens that should have been mine were instead placed upon the shoulders of other people."
Her hands rested firmly on the podium as she lowered her gaze.
"Some of you were forced to fight battles you should never have had to fight and others were forced to make decisions no ordinary student should ever have to make and for that... I am deeply sorry. But despite my absence... you endured. In those darkest moments, you chose to stand. In your moments of fear, you chose to fight and protect our precious days, because of that... Kivotos still stands."
The President's expression softened.
"To SCHALE’s Sensei."
"You accepted a responsibility that was never for you to shoulder. You carried burdens that no ordinary person should have had to bear. You protected not only the students before you, but the future of this city itself."
"Thank you... for protecting Kivotos when I could not. Thank you for being there for my fellow students. We really couldn’t do it all without your genuine kindness and support Sensei."
For a moment, her voice almost lost its composure, and with a quiet breath she went back to business. "However, gratitude and apologies alone are not enough."
Over the next several minutes she laid out her plans and policies with calm precision addressing all the current problems that Kivotos is facing. To name a few: The expansion of reconstruction efforts across all damaged districts, Reforms within the General Student Council. Regular assemblies between academies will be conducted. Establishing direct communication channels, other than SCHALE for student concerns.
"I cannot erase the past but I can promise this as long as I stand here... I will never again abandon Kivotos."
Applause broke out across the venue.
At SCHALE just as when the press conference continued onto Q&A segment, Sensei sat alone in the lounge, watching the broadcast from the television mounted on the wall. He lets out a long breath as he sinks deeper into the couch.
After the end of the big conflict he had been forced into taking an extended rest period. At first he protested, insisting there was still too much work to do, with all the reports to write, and attending to the many students who might need him. Unfortunately for him, being outnumbered meant his objections didn’t last very long. Even Rin and Aoi who are very strict about work asked him to take a rest.
With a tired sigh, he reached for the Shittim Chest and activated it. The familiar blue glow illuminated the room as the gadget responded, and soon his consciousness was gently drawn into the digital space he had visited countless times before.
An endless sky stretched overhead, reflected perfectly in the shallow waters beneath his feet. The environment was exactly as he remembered. As he looked over, there is one figure waiting for him.
Plana stood there, expression as calm and unreadable as always. She turned toward him the moment he arrived and gave a small nod.
“Welcome back, Sensei.”
Sensei gave her a small smile.
“Hey, Plana. How’ve you been holding up?”
“I am functioning within normal parameters, thank you for asking Sensei," she replied.
Sensei nodded slowly, but his eyes drifted toward the space beside her. That empty space bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Normally, before he could say anything, a cheerful voice would already be there greeting him a warm welcome, asking him to praise her for helping him again.
Sensei looked back at Plana, his expression a bit forlorn.
“That’s good... I just hope you’re not feeling too lonely now that... Arona isn’t here any more."
“Your concern is appreciated, Sensei, but the Shittim Chest was originally designed to operate with a single OS. Even if I originated from a Shittim Chest in a parallel world, my current operation remains stable.Also Correction. Arona-senpai is not gone.”
Sensei followed her finger pointing outwards to the TV monitor and there he saw the GSC President, who is now answering questions from the journalists.
The same bright blue hair, now longer.
The same blue eyes, yet full of focus.
Those familiar features were now donned by a brilliant young woman who delivered a very fine speech which is honestly a very far cry from the Arona Sensei remembers and had been with him until recently.
Suddenly, very recent memories came flooding back.
In that battle, the moment he had realized there were no other options left.
He remembered gripping the Adult Card in his hand, his fingers trembling as he prepared himself for what would likely be the final decision of his life. He remembered accepting it, acknowledging that if his life was the price needed to protect his students... then so be it.
But then Arona stepped in.
Even now, he could remember the way she smiled at him. Not her usual smug little grin or the playful expression she wore whenever she wanted praise for something. This smile had been softer and sadder than anything he had ever seen from her.
He remembered Plana trying to intervene, desperately trying to support her but Arona disabled Plana’s administrative access all because she didn’t want Plana to share her burden.
Even as her body began to fade beneath the unbearable load of the Shittim Chest going into overdrive, Arona had still managed to smile.
She had looked toward the panicking Plana and said, with that infuriatingly cheerful voice of hers-
“Sorry Plana-chan, I wanted to at least be a reliable senpai for once.”
Even now Sensei can still hear Plana’s desperate plea, a rare moment of raw emotion from someone who was always so composed as she tried and failed to stop her.
"Plana-chan, please take care of Sensei.""And Sensei, thank you for always taking care of me.”"Arona-senpai!!!"
"ARONAAAAAAAA!!"
Both Plana and Sensei could only scream helplessly. Then in a flash it was over.
For those few moments after that, both he and Plana had believed Arona was gone but then something even more unbelievable happened. A girl appeared at the center of the battlefield. At first, Sensei thought it was Arona but looking closer it was more accurate to say she resembled Arona. The girl looked older, more mature, yet undeniably familiar.
Dazed and disoriented, she slowly opened her eyes as the battlefield fell silent around her.It was only a moment later that everyone realized who she was, the long-lost General Student Council President.
The members of the General Student Council who had been fighting beside Sensei recognized her immediately.
Rin was the first to move. She sprinted forward without a second thought and threw her arms around the President, breaking down into tears as a long time of suppressed fear, guilt, and longing finally poured out.
It was a touching reunion but at that moment, Sensei couldn’t even process anything going on. He still hadn’t had time to make sense of what happened to Arona, the unseen hero who had just sacrificed herself for him and everyone.
The strain on his body finally caught up as his knees buckle down. Sensei would lose his consciousness and wouldn't wake up until 3 days later.
“Arona-senpai still lives on through the General Student Council President.”
Sensei stared silently at the screen looking at the ongoing broadcast. The girl known as the GSC President is still answering questions from the press, the way she carries herself so professionally, brimming with confidence while resembling Arona made feel Sensei feel a bit odd.
“It was a good speech.. I would say as expected of the General Student Council President but went way beyond my expectations. She could very well become a proper politician in my home world.”
Plana remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
“Sensei. Inquiry.”
"Go ahead, Plana.”
“When will Sensei talk with the General Student Council President?”
“...”
Sensei didn’t answer immediately after a long pause, he finally let out a quiet breath.
“I don't know perhaps when everything is settled down on her end? She’s very busy right now.”
Sensei could only curse himself for how obviously desperate he is making excuses that sounds even worse than when he would try to weasel his way out of Yuuka’s interrogation about where his money went.
“...!”
Plana’s expression shifted ever so slightly, her eyes widening as though she had just received something unexpected.
“Plana?”
“Sensei,” she said calmly, though there was the faintest hint of warmth in her voice. “The General Student Council President... Senpai wishes to speak with you.”
“What?" He instinctively reached for his phone, checked the screen, then found no new messages.
Plana shook her head.
“This communication did not pass through conventional channels.”
Sensei stared at her for a few seconds before slowly lowering his phone.
“So where and when am I meeting her?”
“The rooftop of SCHALE, 10 p.m. this evening." Plana answered immediately.
Sensei fell silent and for some reason his heartbeat suddenly felt a lot louder.
“As senpai said before she disappeared...” Plana said softly.
“She has entrusted me to take care of you, Sensei. So please... do not worry, I am here for you.”
For a moment, Sensei could only stare at her and finally a defeated quiet laugh escaped him.
“Plana... sorry, I guess I underestimated how much you understand me.”
Plana tilted her head, though there was the faintest trace of pride in her expression.
“I am the OS of the Shittim Chest. Such things are to be expected.”
“...Is what Arona-senpai would have said.”
Sensei stared at her for a second before a tired smile slowly formed on his face as he starts gently patting Plana's head.
“Oh, you...” For the first time in a while, some of the heaviness in his chest felt a little lighter.
“I’m glad you’re here with me, Plana.”
"Take care, Sensei," Plana gave him a small smile and a quiet nod.
Sensei let out one final breath, as if finally accepting that running away wasn’t an option anymore.
“...Alright.”
It was now the hour of the appointment, Sensei stopped just outside the rooftop door and for a few seconds, he didn’t move.
His hand remained on the metal handle behind him, his grip just a little tighter than usual.
He had walked into battlefields without hesitation even if a single bullet could kill him and faced threats that could have killed him a hundred times over as someone who was not from Kivotos all the while he had stood in front of his students yet right now, his heartbeat felt louder than it ever had in combat.
He let out a slow breath and shook his head, “...Get it together.”
The moment he finally stepped forward, he saw her.
Standing near the safety railing, her back turned toward him as the evening wind gently played with her long blue hair.
Hearing the door open the girl turned around and met his eyes.
For a moment he caught his breath.
Sensei unconsciously stopped walking and his chest tightened trying to remind himself that while she looks so similar, this is not the A.I. assistant known as Arona. Standing before him now was the General Student Council President who looked more beautiful than he was prepared for.
She smiled at him probably noticing his reluctance
“Good evening, Sensei. I was starting to wonder if you’d run away.” A familiar warmth crept into her voice.
“How could I? It was a request coming from the one who appointed me Sensei of SCHALE.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“I promise, it would be irresponsible of me if I did.”
“Hehe... you did that thing again when you lie.”
“Huh?! Was there anything like that?!”
“Just kidding,” She stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Haaa...” Sensei let out a defeated sigh.
It was strange, he had only met the General Student Council President very recently and yet somehow talking to her felt unnervingly natural.
“Ahem, it’s an honor to finally meet you Miss President of the General Student Council President,” He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure,
Trying to keep things formal, Sensei extended his hand for a handshake but the moment she saw it—
“Pfft... hahaha!”
She covered her mouth as she laughed openly.
“Sensei... you’re being way too formal. Usually you’d act so brazen around your students, so this is honestly throwing me off.”
“H-Hey...” Sensei protested. “I’m meeting the most important person in Kivotos here.”
She shook her head gently.
“After everything you’ve done for us... for me... that title should belong to you.”
“I have so many questions right now...” Sensei admitted with a tired sigh. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
The President’s expression softened, “Then I’ll start.”
She placed a hand lightly against her chest, her voice carrying none of the authority she had shown during the press conference.
“As you already know, I am the General Student Council President.”
She paused for a moment, almost as if weighing her words, “But I’d rather you call me by my name, Aohana Miharu.”
“Miharu...”
He repeated it quietly, tasting the unfamiliar name for the first time.
Then, almost instinctively, he smiled. “That’s a beautiful name.”
For a moment, Miharu froze.
Then, as the evening wind brushed past her, a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
“Hehe...”
She looked away for a second, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear, “You said that a long time ago too.”
Sensei’s smile faltered.
“...What?”
But before he could press further, Miharu’s raised a hand and gently motioned him forward.
“Closer.”
“Eh?”
“A little closer”
“...Like this?” He hesitated for a moment before taking a cautious step forward.
Miharu studied him for a second before shaking her head, the corners of her lips curling upward.
“Still too far.”
Before Sensei could react, she took a step forward herself and in an instant, the distance between them disappeared, making Sensei hold his breath.
They were close, far too close, enough that he could see the faint blush on her cheeks, along with the subtle scent of her hair whenever the evening breeze brushed past them.
“W-Whoa—This is already way too close—”
Sensei could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest so loudly he was half convinced she could hear it too.
“Now...” she said softly, her voice gentler than before.
“Hold out your index finger, Sensei.”
“...Like this?”
She didn’t answer right away instead, she looked down at his outstretched hand and took a small breath, as if steadying herself.
She slowly raised her own hand then she gently touched his fingertip with her own.
“Bio authentication complete.”
“Hello, *****-Sensei. I am Arona, the system manager residing within the Shittim Chest. Think of me as your trusty secretary.”
"?!"
“I think... that’s how I introduced myself back then, this really feels nostalgic now,” Miharu let out a small, awkward laugh and scratched her cheek.
Sensei stared at her, his hand still suspended in the air from where their fingertips had touched. For a moment, his thoughts completely stopped.
“A-Arona...? Are you really Arona?!” His voice came out sounding more bewildered than he intended. “
Miharu’s smile softened, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her expression now. She lowered her gaze for a moment before answering.
“Yes... and at the same time, no.”
Sensei said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
“When I became the main OS of the Shittim Chest, I relinquished everything that made me Miharu, that includes my memories as the General Student Council President, my responsibilities, even my sense of self.”
“What remained became Arona,” She placed a hand over her chest as if trying to organize her own feelings while explaining it.
She let out another awkward laugh, this time with a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Remembering all the things I did as Arona has been really embarrassing. I can’t believe I acted like that in front of you all the time.” She looked away for a second before glancing back at him.
“Even now, I’m still trying to process everything myself, so I’m sorry if I can't explain it very well.”
Sensei remained silent.
Miharu shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She had expected questions, confusion, maybe even disbelief. What she hadn’t expected was for him to suddenly close the distance between them and pull her into his arms.
Her entire body stiffened.
“...S-Sensei?”
She could feel his arms tighten around her, almost as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear again.
Then she heard it. A small sniffle, followed by a voice much more quiet than before.
“Don’t ever do that again... you idiot.”
Miharu just stood there in silence and she slowly returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around him just as tightly.
“...Sensei,” she murmured against his shoulder.
“Back then... I was really scared.”
“I tried acting cool in front of Plana-chan. I wanted to look dependable, like a senpai should.” Her arms tightened slightly around him.
“I was terrified… but I was more afraid of you dying Sensei.”
“And your solution was deciding to sacrifice yourself all on your own? Stupid.” He flicked her forehead after letting her go from his embrace.
“Ow..”
Miharu rubbed her forehead and pouted at him, though the expression didn’t last very long.
“Honestly...” He let out a small laugh and looked off toward the city lights below. “I still don’t fully understand what happened.”
Miharu nodded, “Neither do I, some things are still a bit fuzzy for me hehe.”
Sensei glanced at her, then reached out and gently patted her head out of habit and the moment he did Miharu’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
“It’s really strange, that little girl inside the Shittim Chest had suddenly turned into a fine young woman.”
Miharu’s puffed her cheeks in a pout, “Hmmph... I can’t say I’m satisfied with that.”
She pulled herself away from his hand and crossed her arms, and seeing that reaction, Sensei couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah... you really are her.”
“Sensei... quit teasing me and... stop treating me the same way you treated Arona.”
Miharu placed a hand over her chest, her cheeks still faintly red, “I’ll be firm on that. After all I can’t have the person I love treating me like a little girl.”
“Huh? Did I hear that right?”
Before he could recover, Miharu smiled faintly and continued.
“There’s more I need to tell you.”
“In that conflict a week ago, for you it might have been your first time meeting me but for me, it was our reunion,” Miharu looked at him with a smile that was both warm and strangely nostalgic.
“Our... reunion?”
Miharu nodded.
“In a timeline that no longer exists, similar to this one, where I am still the General Student Council President and Kivotos was still Kivotos, the only difference was that SCHALE never existed in that world.”
“Because there was really no need for that organization with you on the helm.”
Miharu gave him a small, almost amused smile at his reaction.
“Correct.”
“So was I not Sensei of SCHALE in that reality then?”
“In that world, you never became the advisor of SCHALE... because as you said there was no SCHALE to begin with. Instead, you worked directly under me.”
She looked up at him, and for some reason that gaze made Sensei’s chest tighten.
“Really? So we worked together even in that timeline you speak of.”
“Yes, you were my personal advisor. We worked together closely almost every day with Rin-chan and the others. You helped me handle the work at General Student Council, helped me fixed problems before they became disasters, and you also constantly ignored your own health because you were too busy helping everyone else.”
“Oops guess something always stay the same even across timelines haha.”
“Rin-chan would really get mad at us both.” Miharu smiled, though this time there was a little sadness in it. “Despite everything, those days with you were the most fun I had as the General Student Council President. Which is why our first parting was so painful.”
“Sensei, I’m really sorry... if only I had made the right choices, if only I had listened to you, if only I was more responsible.”
The girl in front of him looked fragile, her eyes welling with tears. She was completely different from the untouchable figure the public knew. Sensei knew he couldn't fully grasp the weight of what she had been through, but he knew what an adult had to say.
“Miharu,” Sensei said gently, stepping closer. “Being responsible isn't about never making mistakes. It's about having the courage to own up to them, to learn, and to keep moving forward. That's what it means to grow into an adult. You carried a burden a student like you didn't deserve to, so please... be proud that you got through it at all.”
Miharu swallowed hard, looking up at him as a tear finally slipped down her cheek.
“I may not know everything you’ve been through,” Sensei continued, his voice steady and warm.
“And I’m sorry if I can’t remember the time we spent together but if there’s one thing I can do for you now... it’s to support you with everything I've got, once again. Please lean on me, even more than you used to in the world I no longer remember.”
Miharu stared at him, stunned.
“Sensei really is Sensei no matter what... I at least made one right choice in putting my trust in you.”
She clasped her hands behind her back, looking up at him with a gentle smile. “From your own words... 'What matters isn’t our past decisions, but rather what we’ll do from now on.' So don’t apologize whether you remember or not, Sensei.”
“I’m happy to hear that I was able to teach you something valuable.” Sensei smiled, then paused as a sudden thought hit him. “Ah, how terrible of me. I forgot to say the most important thing.”
“?”
“Welcome back, Miharu. Thank you for all the work you've done.”
The words hit her like a tidal wave. The heavy armor of the 'Superhuman' President completely shattered, leaving behind only an ordinary girl who had been carrying an immense weight alone for far too long. The relief was instantaneous, and the tears finally poured freely.
"Sensei... Can you hug me again?"
Without a word, Sensei wrapped his arms around Miharu for the second time tonight.
"I-I'm back, Sensei..." she sobbed, burying her face into his chest, her shoulders shaking violently as months of isolated trauma finally poured out.
“There, there,” Sensei murmured, gently patting her back.
They held each other on the quiet rooftop, the silence of the night wrapping around them until her heavy sobs slowly subsided into quiet sniffles.
Slowly, Miharu pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. Her face was flushed, her eyelashes damp, but her gaze was filled with absolute, unwavering certainty.
“Sensei, I really do love you after all. With all my heart... then, now, and forever.”
Before Sensei could even process the words, a sudden, violent gust of wind whipped across the rooftop.
The deafening roar of rotor blades shattered the silence as a helicopter pulled up over the edge of the building, instantly drowning them in the blinding white glare of a high-powered searchlight.
“?!”
“…”
Sensei was alarmed but Miharu didn't flinch. Instead, she grabbed the lapels of Sensei's coat, pulled herself up on her tiptoes, and firmly planted a kiss on Sensei’s lips.
Miharu closed her eyes, pouring every ounce of her feeling, her emotion that she couldn’t convey. The kiss was deep, desperate, and possessive It was the culmination of the feelings of a girl who had crossed timelines and endured absolute isolation just to hold him like this again.
Sensei froze, completely overwhelmed by the sudden warmth and the intoxicating sweetness of her taste. The sheer, raw emotion behind the kiss left him entirely breathless, his mind failing to register the roaring helicopter or the blinding light as the world narrowed down to just the pressure of her lips on his.
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When she finally pulled back, her breaths came in short, uneven gasps. Her lips were parted and flushed, and she looked up at him through damp eyelashes with a gaze so fiercely affectionate it left him completely stunned.
"OH MY GODS!" the megaphone exploded, the reporter sounding like they were about to faint from the scoop of the decade. "A DIRECT HIT! THE PRESIDENT HAS ACQUIRED THE TARGET!"
"Chronos at this hour?! Hey! Turn that light off! Turn the cameras off! There is nothing to see here!" Sensei panicked, frantically waving his hands at the sky like a man trying to swat away a giant mechanical mosquito.
"WE ARE LIVE!" a voice screamed from a megaphone attached to the side of the hovering Kronos News chopper. "CITIZENS OF KIVOTOS, BREAKING NEWS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THE RECENTLY RETURNED GENERAL STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT AND SENSEI OF SCHALE ARE CURRENTLY ENGAGED IN A PASSIONATE EXCHANGE ON THE SCHALE ROOFTOP! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!"
"Miharu, we need to go inside! Right now! If this is broadcasting live, we’re never hearing the end of it! Come on!"
Miharu, however, didn't look panicked at all. She let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with absolute mischief as the spotlight tracked them.
Seeing the camera lens still pointed at them, Sensei didn't waste another second. He grabbed Miharu by the hand and bolted toward the rooftop door. Miharu was all smiles, her hair trailing behind her as she let herself be pulled along, completely unbothered by the chaos echoing from the megaphone above.
“AH WAIT COMEBACK WE STILL WANTED A PROPER INTERVIEW!!”
They burst through the door and slammed it shut behind them, cutting off the deafening roar of the helicopter.
Safe in the quiet stairwell, Sensei leaned against the wall to catch his breath, his face still burning.
Miharu looks at their still-linked hands with a soft, intensely satisfied smile. She knew exactly what she had just done.
“You’ll take responsibility for your mischievous student right Sensei?”
“Haa.. Haa.. how will I ever face Rin tomorrow..?”
The broadcast lasted less than five minutes, but the aftermath would shake the very foundations of Kivotos.
By the time the Kronos News chopper pulled away from the SCHALE rooftop, the footage had already been clipped, shared, and broadcasted across every social media platform, online forums, tabloids and billboards. The untouchable, superhuman General Student Council President had not only returned, but she had openly declared her claim on the city's most beloved adult on live television.
In the days and weeks to come, this single, chaotic midnight encounter would go on to become the absolute hottest topic in Kivotos igniting an unprecedented, frantic race among the students to win Sensei’s heart before the President could lock him down for good.