A/N: Proud to be the second to jump onto the fanfiction wagon that is Kimi no Iru Machi[A Town Where You Live]. Anyways, hopefully I'll help inspire others to represent their expectations in this teenage angst of a series.

Personal view of the series: Just awkwardly awry. Seo's pretty much opening many branches of affection to every character, but not wanting to follow through (hello copy+paste Suzuka). I still remember the first time chapter 80 came around with the revealed feelings of Akari, and how Haruto was still persistent to follow Eba. Nanami was one thing, but how Haruto ignores Akari after being so familiar with one another is beyond me. Go figure characters, I suppose. Anyways, this is one of the series that I completely indulge in the angst of teenage love, so expect a wonderful lemon.

Initially, I planned to only perform a six-act representation of the one night before Haruto left for Tokyo, but with the latest chapters of returning to Hiroshima... Perhaps there will be more. Keep frequent with me, and things might transpire!

Official Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim the property of Kimi no Iru Machi. The story belongs entirely to the mindset of Kouji Seo... though she could have done better. JUST SAIYAN(.jpg).

The Summer heat molding against the nightly air puts off a humid feel, though Akari didn't seem to mind all the while in the delightful warmth of the atmosphere surrounding Haruto. Both laugh the night away at each derailing subject of the past, somehow dealing with the misfortune of Takashi. She is amazed by how much she truly knew about Haruto, despite being merely a 'childhood friend.' What amazes her more is the fact that Haruto became so persistent in having this sleep-over so abruptly. Then again, this will be the last night that he'd be a resident of Hiroshima. The sheer thought brought subtle sadness to her amidst the reminiscence.

Time passed by too quickly, Akari noted as she glances towards the dark sky. Takashi passed out much earlier inside her room, so they obliged themselves to step outside on the porch to continue their conversation. Since then, they have discussed the many events that occurred between the two, quick to denote every single significant feat. Throughout that time, Akari felt entranced by the vast range of facial expressions from Haruto: a gentle frown settles at times that saddened him, a large grin spreads easily at times that excite him, and that laughter of his infected her with such glee. She knew he is truly an unique person to her.

At random moments, she reminds herself to suppress her arising sensations with the freeze-pop she brought out to share with Haruto. She can not determine whether the fact that he is leaving is fluctuating her emotions, or that her long-ignored feelings towards Haruto are reluctantly emanating... with rapid growth, in fact.

"If he gets a girlfriend... I guess you won't be texting me any time soon," Haruto jests, though Akari already forgot what is being discussed.

"Ahaha, I guess you're right." The two became silent with that last note, somehow unable to bring up any more dialog. Akari's eyes shift towards Haruto's straying hand that conveniently moves towards her own. A slight blush creeps across her face at the many surmising thoughts that instantly pop in her mind.

His hand is getting close. I-Is he doing it on purpose? I wonder... how soft his hand is.

With a mind of its own, Akari's hand glides towards his inching closer and closer. Her heart flusters impatiently at the closing distance, knowing that she is about to do something she may regret. A finger lifts in an attempt to curl over his, but suddenly his hand lifts up to meet with his mouth, stifling a yawn. Akari jumps back in reflexive response, sighing at the relief that she is not caught.

"Ah, so you are tired after all," Akari playfully deduces as she stares at his desperate attempt to cease the yawn.

"Ah. No, I can handle it." Haruto lightens his face with the cheerful smile, causing Akari's heartbeat to flutter.

"No... that's enough." Akari looks up at the shining stars gleaming passed the covering of the roof above. "Our memories. Haruto-kun probably has remembered plenty at this point." Her finger wags in front of Haruto's inquiring expression. "You have to get up early tomorrow. It's probably best if you get some sleep."

Haruto lets out a disapproving sigh before agreeing. Akari paid no mind as she stretches her arms above her head and twists her hips to remove the lingering sores. "I'm tired too! Takashi-kun stole my bed, so I'll be sleeping with my mom. Haruto-kun, your bed is already made for you."

Haruto chuckles as he looks back towards her. "Sorry for showing up on such short notice and asking to stay the night..."

She wants to sincerely thank him for letting her exploit what little time was left between them, but only concludes that it will end in disappointment. She only manages to let out a normal acknowledgment, "I-It's fine, good night!" Hesitantly, she walks towards the shoji leading to the main room, hearing a mutter from Haruto.

Akari scorns herself for not pursuing any further ( if even starting) to communicate her harbored feelings towards him.

This is the only night, damn it. I can't- I can't let it end like this. Even if it means difficulty for him, I must show him... How much I...

Taking in a deep breath she retreats back, breaking out into a jog halfway through. "Oh, I almost forgot!" She tries to conceal the sly motive she is going to do. Haruto, still sitting in his spot, turns slightly towards Akari.

"What? To brush your teeth?"

"Oh... that's one," Akari complies with a soft chuckle. Her eyes scan the handsome frown on Haruto's face; the brunette hair that unruly coats his head; the gray eyes that peer back into her own; those parting lips that beckon her exploit. She stands before him, hands shaking in nervousness. She bends down to see on level with Haruto. The tip of her tongue moistens her lips as their distance shortens. She can no longer turn back from here.

"This is for Haruto-kun."

"For me-" Haruto tries to ask before being silenced by Akari's seeking lips. His eyes widen as he attempts to comprehend what is happening: her hands cradle his shoulders for support, thumbs gliding against its surface in desire for his smooth skin, her wet lips brushing against his to create enticing friction. What shocks him more is the sudden probing intrusion of a slippery organ, parting through his closed lips as if to investigate the alignment of his teeth. He didn't react to this acute development other than with his tongue, which instinctively acted to meet the intruder. It skims against the opposed to acknowledge its existence, which gained a comforting caress. His hands grip the ground below him despite his instincts demanding him to embrace her.

Neither of the two can determine how much time slipped by as they share the intimate moment. Akari is too intoxicated with the taste of the remaining hints of tonight's dinner and his salivating flavor, and Haruto is too focused on trying not to cave into his primal desires. Akari is the first to back out of the lip-lock, panting for air. Haruto can only stare into her darkened eyes as he too gasps for breath. A feeling of lust seems to emit from her glance, though he is quick to have his attention astray by the glisten on her moist lips. A lump lodges itself in his throats as he tries to ask the reason for her actions, but even that is halted by Akari's finger as it softly presses against his lips, brushing against them as if to recall their feel.

"...Don't... tell Takashi-kun," Akari whispers as she tries to evade his stare. Her cheeks flare with a bright blush, the reason being too obvious even to Haruto. Her finger slips away from his mouth, allowing him to try once again to get out his question. However, he's in even more of a wreck.

Why is she the one acting nervous?

"Wha-wha-? Ha-haa?"

Akari covers her mouth with the hand that silenced him, placing the finger against her lips, "That's my farewell gift. If you ever experience any hardships over in Tokyo, just remember this and do your best!" Even with the intense throbbing pain in her chest, she displays the most cheerful smile she can muster. In spite of her red herring, guilt begins to override her conscious, causing her pain just looking at Haruto. She had done the unforgivable by crossing the line of their friendship; it is obvious that he will not give any regards to her fondness, and he'll ignore the fact of what had occurred. The cascading thoughts are enough to bring her to tears, but she pivots herself away from his sight to avoid revealing it.

"B-bye! This time it's good night for real!"

"Wait, Akari-cha-," Haruto manages to only spout out her name by the time she sprints down the hall, promptly disappearing from sight as she slings open and closed the shoji behind her in one fluid motion. He is left dumbfounded as he continues staring down the hall. It was an intense turnabout of a situation, something he could not possibly predict. Rather, Haruto did not want to predict.

The shifted distance between the two ravages his mind, despite his attempts to remain calm. His focus is Eba; he cannot simply retract his promise to her. However, the objective became much harder to devote to as he spent this individual time with Akari. In fact, he notes that this was one of the only instances that the two were alone. In fact, he suddenly became much more conscious to her body's development: a lean figure from rigorous training in tennis, long slender legs that complimented her composed form, short golden hair that emphasized her sapphire eyes, ample breasts that accentuated her womanhood...

Even with such devotion to Eba, that barrier was easily demolished as the two engaged in such intimacy. In fact, he could even sumize that he had already fallen in...

"H-How embarrassing..." Haruto scratches the back of his head as he glances out to the garden in the backyard in front of him. He is definitely not getting any sleep tonight.