Haruichi quietly made his way to the back of the library. When he'd first gotten to Seidou, he'd found a nice little secluded spot away from everything else and hidden behind two bookcases. He'd almost missed it at the beginning, but had seen the sunlight shining in from the windows.

Squeezing his way into what he liked to call his sanctuary, he happily set his bag down and took a seat. Pulling out one of his notebooks, pencil case, and iPod, he jammed his earbuds in and opened to where he'd left off.

Frowning at his partly done sketch, he pulled out his phone and looked at the reference photos he had saved. Scrolling through them, he found the one he needed and looked from it to his drawing. Erasing part from the top, he made the lines a little more round, nodding at how much better it was.

He needed to finish the last two pages today, or he'd have a lot of upset customers. Upset customers meant no money, and no money meant no new games. And Haruichi had one game he wasn't about to miss out on.

Turning when he felt a tap on his shoulder, he sighed at who it was. "I'm a little busy Ayame," He said, pulling out an earbud.

The class president rolled her eyes. "No shit Sherlock. That's why I'm here. You about done?"

"I have two pages left."

"Still? You've been working on this same one for a month!"

"I know, but between baseball and nosy friends, I've been more pressed for time than usual. It's bad enough having to hide it from my roommates, but Eijun-kun's been barging into my room lately for help studying since midterms are coming up."

Ayame sighed and took a seat, one hand resting on her palm as she stared out the window. Honestly, she'd been shocked when she'd found out that the quietest and most overlooked person in her class drew smut about their school's – and other schools – baseball teams. Of course, she'd demanded to see everything he'd drawn for them, drooling over the amount of detail and drama contained, before making copies and selling them to their classmates – and a few teachers.

She was even in the process of making a deal with some of the other schools Haruichi drew smut about to sell them over there. Of course, most of the profit went to the artist (as he'd threatened to never let her near another of his comics again if she didn't), but she still made a nice sum herself.

She glanced over at his current work – a threesome between Eijun, Miyuki, and Chris due to popular demand – and flushed red at the scene, a huge grin on her face. Miyuki was the uke in this, and currently had his back pushed against Chris, who was sucking hickeys onto the second year's neck while sliding one hand up his shirt, and Eijun was busy undoing the catchers' belt while staring up at his seniors reaction.

Miyuki's face was flushed, his glasses askew on his face, and his mouth was open, small pants coming from it. She couldn't wait to read it. If there was one thing she loved more than the money she got from selling the comics, it was being the first one to read them.

The comics themselves were fairly short, but Haruichi did that for a reason. One was because shorter ones were easier for him to finish, but another was that he liked to span the story out into two or three different ones, forcing readers to wait for the part they really wanted – the hardcore sex scenes. As it was, everyone would have to wait for the next comic after this for the actual sex, though this one would have a nice preview at the end.

She'd asked him once how he got into drawing smut comics, and he'd just shrugged and said, "I started with drawing my favorite characters from some games I played and posting them to a fanart website online. Some people seemed to like them and started requesting more. Eventually, someone asked for two of the characters to be drawn together romantically. I'd never done anything like that, so I looked online for some references – which was a big mistake because all I got was porn and when my family found it I was grounded and had to have the talk with my father.

"But I started drawing sex scenes and smut sometimes in middle school, and when I posted them everyone seemed to like them so I just kept drawing it. The more I drew it, the more I wanted to."

"And when did you start switching to real people?"

"When I got to Seidou. Have you been around the baseball team at all? There's so much sexual tension it's not even funny. Of course, before you so rudely barged in and found my comics, it was just a way for me to let out my frustration with nobody actually doing anything about the tension."

Ayame hadn't taken offence to it. She'd learned that there was a whole other side to the pink haired teen in front of her, if you just got to know him well enough.

Seeing he was almost finished, she asked, "Have you ever considered branching out, and drawing other people?"

Haruichi paused and looked up at her, taking out his earbuds. "Like who?"

"I don't know, different clubs? Famous people? Characters you make up?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I want to see something other than just Yaoi baseball freaks all the time. I know, how about you draw some yuri next time? I'm sure it'll be a huge hit!"

"I'm not qualified to draw naked females Ayame."

"You have no problem drawing naked males."

"Yeah, but I'm a male. And I see naked males regularly when I bathe. I have a multitude of references I can use for naked male bodies. I haven't seen a naked female before, and I'd rather not have to resort to porn. Now will you let me finish this?"

She stayed quiet as he worked, thinking. So all he needed was to see a naked female or two and he could draw some steamy girl on girl action?

So lost in her thoughts, she was surprised when he shoved the notebook over to her. "Finished. Don't forget to give me the original back when you're done making copies."

"Haru, wait!" She grabbed his arm before he could leave. "I'll let you see me naked if you draw me a yuri comic."

He blinked. "What?"

"Oh come on! I want to see you draw two girls having sex for a change! If that means you seeing me naked, then so be it!" The pink haired teen frowned suspiciously. "Oh please Haru, like I'd actually want to fuck you of all people. Just because I broke up with my boyfriend last month doesn't mean I'm desperate."

"Ouch. Your words wound me."

"Like you'd even want it. You said it yourself – you'd rather draw it than have it."

"True. I decline though. Female bodies are all different – just like males. It'd take more than one naked woman for me to be able to draw what you want."

"Don't worry about that. I have tons of pictures of naked females at home. Just say the word and you're welcome to them all."

"Then why did you offer yourself up?"

Here Ayame flushed. "Because I want you to draw me." She put her hands together and fidgeted. "With Miya-senpai."

Haruichi sighed. "I'll take a look at those photos you have, but I refuse to draw you and Sinomiya-senpai having sex."

"Why not?"

"Because the thought of seeing you naked is frankly horrifying and the thought of drawing you having sex is even worse."

Ayame pouted. "Fine. Let me know when you want to see those pictures, and you can come over. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make some copies to sell~"

Haruichi shook his head as she skipped off, the notebook safely tucked into her bag. Putting his things away, he stretched and made his way back to his room. He'd start on the next comic tomorrow. For now, he needed food and preferably to bleach his brain from the image of his friend naked.

This was based on a thought I had - What if Haruichi wrote/drew smut about his teammates. I don't know if I'll do anything else with this or not, but I'll leave it as incomplete for now. Let me know what you thought!