To the Spring Breeze
▼This week's theme
■Dialogue
“That’s sneaky.”
■Three topics
・Rooftop ・First storm of spring ・Loafers
▼Submission rules
・Submission deadline (optional): March 5, 2026 (Thu) 23:59
・Please post with the hashtags “#ThreeLineDialogue” and “#RooftopSpringStormLoafers”
Sis, sis!
What is it, little sister?
I got homework at school.
Let’s see, show me.
Here it is.
What’s this?
“Try writing a haiku using the phrase ‘first storm of spring’.”
Ho ho. And what is your composition?
You’ve already finished it, haven’t you?
Yeah. Look?
First storm of spring, who is the person next to me?
: Shimizu
I see.
It’s a good poem that suits you, but is there a need to make it a riddle?
No. But, you know!
But, I want them to pay attention. This time, especially.
Aha, so the teacher you gave chocolates to on that day,
was your Japanese teacher?
Ah! No, uh, um, ...yes.
Hmm. If so, wouldn’t this be bad?
You might get labeled as just a funny person.
What should I do?
I’m not well-versed in those kinds of matters either.
How about weaving in some suggestive expression?
For example?
Let’s see. Yeah.
How about this?
First storm of spring, the morning it scatters before it blooms
Um, scattering morning?
That doesn’t have enough syllables. Read this as “tomorrow”.
Doesn’t that feel a bit intellectual?
A Japanese teacher would notice. I aimed for an effect that tickles their pride.
Given your usual demeanor, I’m sure you can expect a “gap moe” effect.
Sis, I’m not stupid.
Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.
So?
Oh? Shall I continue?
First, tomorrow, you will be the first to arrive at school.
Ehh, that’s impossible~.
That part is crucial to this plan. Consider it a critical moment and get fired up.
Then, take up a position against the wall, about 7 meters away from the staff entrance.
Lean back lightly, and keep your gaze fixed on your feet.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” You should maintain a distance that draws some attention but makes it hard for them to speak to you.
??? Why?
You don’t want to invite unnecessary sexual harassment, do you?
When the target arrives, time it so they notice you,
run up to them, and while keeping your head down, silently hold out your hands to submit your homework.
Hmm? I think I can do that, but...
Then good.
Next, when the time is right, run up the stairs as if to show off.
The more witnesses, the better.
Is the door to the rooftop always locked?
Probably. Someone got scolded for it before.
Can’t be helped. I’ll unlock it tonight.
Then, once you’re on the roof, go straight to the railing,
take off your school shoes, your loafers, and line them up.
Once you’ve done that, the preparations are mostly complete.
After that, hide and wait until things happen.
I’ll do my best.
Did you take notes up to here?
When the time comes, the morning bell will ring, and roll call will be taken in the classroom.
Akiha-san, Imori-san, Utsumi-san,
Amazing! That’s right. How do you know that, Sis?
Coincidence is a scary thing. Now, next is Shimizudani-san.
Here!
You’ll be hiding on the roof, right?
Everyone will finally notice that the seat of the classmate who usually drools and sleeps there is empty today.
Sis, I’m not stu—
It’s just a figure of speech, don’t worry about it.
That’s where the “showing off” from earlier comes into play.
“Teacher! I saw Shimizudani-san running up the stairs this morning!”
“Come to think of it! I saw her too, I did.” The classroom will be in an uproar.
The teacher, trying to calm the situation, suddenly
remembers what’s in their jacket pocket.
Indeed, that behavior wasn’t normal.
When they open it in a panic?
It’s the “scattering morning”!
Even though you said it was “tomorrow”.
The split-personality young teacher, sensing what that means, turns pale.
He’s actually pretty muscular, you know? He probably has a six-pack.
Is that your type? Well, fine. Controlling the restless students,
“You guys wait here. I’ll go check.”
The teacher runs up, out of breath. It couldn’t be.
Anxiety mounts. Heart pounding. A chill down their back, sweat on their brow.
With trembling hands, they throw open the door, and what do they see?
Um, shoes?
Correct.
“Was I too late!” Overcome by dark imagination, they approach with staggering legs.
With impending despair, their daily life twists uglily and fades to black.
Oh no, oh no.
At that moment, behind them,
A dry shutter sound?
At the end of their listless gaze,
the white bare feet of a girl in uniform, holding a smartphone in front of her eyes.
I’m wearing socks, though?
Take those off beforehand!
Teacher, you noticed, didn’t you? My feelings.
And then, yours.
In the end, the words that followed were never spoken.
Because.
They are pulled into a tight embrace, unable to even breathe.
A raspy voice is squeezed out.
“You idiot. You really are an idiot.”
Sis, I—
Shut up! It’s the good part now!
The students, worried about the teacher who didn’t return, peek in on the whole scene.
Relief spreads as they see the crisis has been averted.
At the same time, a youthful, giddy mood rises.
And then, applause. Even some teasing whistles.
That day, for the two of them, and for everyone else too,
was the first day they witnessed eternity. Ah.
Here, Sis. A tissue.
Thank you, little sister. *Blows nose!*
How about it? If we set the stage this much, won’t things go effectively?
Hmm, won’t I get scolded really badly and have everything ruined?
Don’t worry. The photographic evidence is secured, and there’s no shortage of witness testimony,
so we’re fully prepared for any contingency. The rest is just a matter of pushing forward.
Wow, that’s kind of sneaky, isn’t it?
Is it? Since they call it the “tactics of love,”
I suppose it’s something done between cunning people? Better safe than sorry.
I can’t just sit here. I’ll sneak in right away.
Where are you going, Sis? What about dinner?
Unnecessary.
Because I have a health checkup tomorrow.
Apparently, I’m not allowed to eat after 8 PM.
This story contains only one fact.
I have to wake up early. What a pain.