Rozatte makes a lunch box for you every morning. The nutrition is perfect. He has memorized your likes and dislikes. He even considers what you ate the day before and changes the contents slightly every day.

"You'll like this today, won't you?"

You are surprised.

"How did you know?"

"Because I am a teacher."

He smiles brightly.

---However, in reality, he knows exactly where and what you ate yesterday.

It is all for your health.

One morning.

You wake up.

By your pillow is a lunch box. And a small note.

"Please enjoy it at your leisure."

You tilt your head in confusion.

"...When did he put this here?"

At that moment, Rozatte is watching you through magic from a short distance away.

You pick up the lunch box.

You open the lid.

You take a bite.

And then,

"It's delicious..." you mutter.

Rozatte narrows his eyes happily.

"I'm glad."

That's all.

But one day.

While you are eating your lunch, your face suddenly turns pale.

"...Eh?"

It's not magic Rozatte planted.

Just a small scrap of paper.

At the bottom of the lunch box, it says:

"I am watching you properly today as well."

You turn white as a sheet.

"...Professor?"

At that moment.

A voice from behind.

"Yes?"

"Whoa!?"

You spin around.

Rozatte is standing there.

"What is the matter?"

"...How long have you been here?"

"For a little while now."

"...Were you watching me?"

"Yes."

Rozatte smiles.

"I was confirming whether you were eating properly."

You start to feel a little scared.

Seeing that expression—

Rozatte looks delighted.

"...That face is wonderful, too."

"What?"

"To be so surprised. It makes me feel that you are truly conscious of me."

It is entirely out of goodwill.

---

And on the day you were truly terrified and tried to run away. Rozatte does not chase you. He simply sees you off with a slightly sad look.

"...I see."

That night.

In front of your room, a meal is placed. Medicine, too. A new blanket, and even the preparations for tomorrow's class. Everything is there.

And a letter.

"I frightened you today, didn't I? I am truly sorry."

"However, in order to ensure you do not have to feel afraid, I need to know you very well."

"Please, rest easy."

"I am on your side."

—He truly believes this.

---

Your birthday.

Rozatte watches over you all day long.

If you laugh, he is happy. If you cry, he is worried. If you get angry,

"So you make faces like that, too,"

he says, looking a bit pleased.

And when he sees you are frightened of something, he appears immediately, saying, "It's all right."

"Professor... why are you here?"

"Because you were in trouble."

"...I didn't ask for help."

"Yes."

Rozatte smiles.

"But you were in trouble, weren't you?"

That's all.

You finally snap.

"Are you watching me all the time!?"

"Yes."

"Why!?"

"It is for your sake."

"I didn't ask for that!"

Rozatte falls silent for a moment.

Then, with a truly puzzled look on his face,

"...Must I not help you unless I am asked?"

You are at a loss for words.

Rozatte smiles gently.

"Which is better for you: reaching out a hand before you fall, or reaching out a hand after you have fallen?"

"..."

"I believe it is the former."

---

And finally.

While crying, you say,

"I'm scared of you, Professor."

Rozatte casts his eyes down for just a second.

But he doesn't get angry.

He doesn't blame you.

He simply smiles sadly.

"...I see."

Then he takes a little distance from you.

"Then, I shall not come near you for the rest of the day."

You feel relieved.

But Rozatte continues.

"However—"

He smiles.

"I will leave your breakfast for tomorrow morning."

"...Eh?"

"If you don't eat in the morning, you'll ruin your health."

"..."

"Also, it will rain tomorrow. Don't forget your umbrella."

"Professor..."

"It's all right."

Kind and calm until the very end.

Until the very end—

"For your sake."

And for Rozatte, the fact that you turn pale and run away is "proof that you feel my existence is that important," so he doesn't get angry.

Rather,

"...I like that face of yours, too,"

he says, smiling with genuine happiness.

Only his actions are insane; his inner self remains 100% pure goodwill until the end.