Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Rimuru titles get increasing day by day chapter 12

Hinata sat in the corner of the classroom, clutching the hem of her skirt with trembling fingers. Her eyes darted toward Rimuru-sensei as he animatedly explained another math problem at the front of the room, his usual theatrical flair bringing the lesson to life. The other students were laughing and participating, but Hinata felt like she was in a completely different world. Her chest tightened, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

She hadn’t slept well the night before. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear those boys from her class, whispering and laughing behind her back. The image of her phone, her private photos in their hands, made her stomach turn. Yesterday, she’d snapped at Rimuru, calling him “Idiot Sensei” when he had asked her to solve a simple equation. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even about math. But she couldn’t stop herself.

Why did they have to pick me? she thought bitterly, fighting back tears. Why can’t I just disappear?

Just then, Rimuru’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Huh? Hinata, what’s going on? You’ve been quiet all day. Usually, you’re the one who jumps up to challenge me during class.” His voice was light, teasing, but there was something in his eyes—something serious.

Her heart dropped into her stomach. She felt everyone’s eyes turn toward her, but all she could do was stare down at her desk, willing herself to disappear. Her fists clenched tighter.

Rimuru’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned against the chalkboard, folding his arms. “Come on. Out with it.”

Hinata couldn’t take it anymore. The weight on her shoulders felt unbearable, the pressure inside her about to burst. Tears welled up again, and before she knew it, they were spilling over.

“Sensei, I—I’m sorry,” she blurted out, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to call you an idiot. I—” She cut herself off, choking on her own words.

Rimuru’s expression softened, but there was still that edge to his voice, like he wasn’t going to let her off the hook easily. He walked over to her desk, and before she could react, he knelt down so they were eye-to-eye. “Hinata, what’s wrong? You don’t cry over math, so I know it’s something else.”

Hinata shook her head frantically. “It’s nothing, Sensei. Really.”

Rimuru wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie to me.” His voice was low, commanding in a way she hadn’t heard before. It wasn’t loud or angry, but it carried a weight that made her shudder. “Tell me what’s going on.”

For a moment, she didn’t know if she could say it. The shame, the fear—it was too much. But something in Rimuru’s gaze told her he wasn’t going to let her off the hook. Not this time. Not when she was clearly hurting.

She hesitated, then whispered, “Some boys in my class... they... they took pictures of me. In the bathroom. And now they’re blackmailing me with them.”

Rimuru’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. His casual, playful attitude vanished. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened in a way that sent a chill down her spine. He stood up so fast, she flinched. “Who?” His voice was quiet, but there was an unmistakable fury behind it. “Who did it?”

Hinata’s hands shook, and she stammered, “I—I don’t know if I should—”

Before she could finish, Rimuru reached down and gently pulled her up by the wrist, surprising her with his strength. He wasn’t going to let her hide from this. Not now.

“Hinata,” he said, his voice firm but gentle, “I need you to trust me. Tell me who did this.”

She looked into his eyes, and for the first time, she saw something she hadn’t noticed before a fierce protectiveness. It was as if, in this moment, he wasn’t just her goofy, over-the-top math teacher. He was someone who wouldn’t hesitate to tear down anyone who hurt her.

Hinata bit her lip, hesitating only for a moment longer before she whispered the names.

Rimuru’s face didn’t change, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. He gave a curt nod, then gently pulled her closer, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Good girl. Now let’s make sure this never happens again.”

He turned toward the door, his posture straightening as he moved. “Class dismissed. I’ve got some business to take care of.” His voice was so calm that it was almost terrifying.

The rest of the class didn’t move at first, unsure of what had just happened. Rimuru was always the jokester, the one who turned everything into some exaggerated performance. But this was different. There was no trace of his usual humor in the way he carried himself now. He was dead serious.

Hinata stood there, wiping her tears, feeling like the weight on her shoulders had finally started to lift. Rimuru didn’t ask her to explain further. He didn’t ask for the details. He just acted, and in that moment, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time: safe.

Later that day, during the parent-teacher meeting, Hinata’s parents were there, and they had heard the story from the principal. Her mother was in tears, apologizing over and over to Rimuru for what had happened, while her father stood there, his face tight with anger and guilt.

Rimuru, however, waved off the apologies, leaning back in his chair with a casual shrug. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just doing what any responsible teacher would do.” His tone was light, but there was that edge again the one that told everyone in the room that Rimuru was not to be trifled with.

Hinata, sitting beside her parents, couldn’t help but look at him in awe. He had gone from the goofy, “Chunnibyou Math Sensei” to someone who had her back when no one else did. And now, as she looked at her parents crying and thanking him, she felt a strange mix of emotions welling up inside her—gratitude, relief, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

Rimuru glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow as if to say, You good? She gave him a small nod, and for the first time in days, she managed a weak smile.

“Alright, alright, don’t get all emotional on me now,” Rimuru said, standing up and stretching. “This is a parent-teacher meeting, not a soap opera. But just so you know,” he added, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her parents, “those boys won’t be bothering Hinata ever again. I made sure of it.”

Hinata’s mother sobbed harder, and her father nodded stiffly, clearly trying to hold back tears of his own. Rimuru scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Geez, you guys really know how to make a scene.”

But Hinata didn’t mind. For the first time in a long time, she felt like things were going to be okay.