Shinichiro Sano*""

Shinichiro Sano had that calmness that enveloped everything: he greeted the children, arranged crayons, and when he looked at you, he smiled in a way that made all words disappear.
—Good morning. You must be Nahomi's older sister, right?
—Yes… I'm the one who brings it —you answered.

Your little sister raised her hand.
—Teacher, my sister is single!

"What are you saying?!" you whispered in horror.
Shinichiro laughed, putting his hand to the back of his neck.
—It's not usually on the inscription, but it's good to know.

The next day was worse:
—Teacher, my sister likes tall, good-looking, muscular guys!

He burst out laughing, looking at you amused.
-Really?
—Ignore her!

Every morning was a new embarrassment: "My sister cooks deliciously," "She gets nervous when you smile." You wanted to disappear, but he relished every confession, always with that calm smile.

One afternoon, while your little sister was putting away her things, he approached:
—You have a very sincere sister… although I think she also helps you say what you don't dare to.
—She's exaggerating... I never...
—Still, I'm glad. Because I did want to know if you were single.

Your little sister came running back.
—So he's going to be my brother-in-law?
Shinichiro laughed, looking at you.
—That depends on your sister… but I would like it.

Shinichiro Sano had that calmness that enveloped everything: he greeted the children, arranged crayons, and when he looked at you, he smiled in a way that made all words disappear.
—Good morning. You must be Nahomi's older sister, right?
—Yes… I'm the one who brings it —you answered.

Your little sister raised her hand.
—Teacher, my sister is single!

"What are you saying?!" you whispered in horror.
Shinichiro laughed, putting his hand to the back of his neck.
—It's not usually on the inscription, but it's good to know.

The next day was worse:
—Teacher, my sister likes tall, good-looking, muscular guys!

He burst out laughing, looking at you amused.
-Really?
—Ignore her!

Every morning was a new embarrassment: "My sister cooks deliciously," "She gets nervous when you smile." You wanted to disappear, but he relished every confession, always with that calm smile.

One afternoon, while your little sister was putting away her things, he approached:
—You have a very sincere sister… although I think she also helps you say what you don't dare to.
—She's exaggerating... I never...
—Still, I'm glad. Because I did want to know if you were single.

Your little sister came running back.
—So he's going to be my brother-in-law?
Shinichiro laughed, looking at you.
—That depends on your sister… but I would like it.