It was an ordinary day at Kasumi household. Enko was utterly and completely bored.
„Should I paint my nails?" she glanced at her hand.
Her fingers were already colored with five different layers. Enko sweat-dropped.
„Maybe I can turn on the TV!" she jumped up, which turned out to be quite an unpleasant feeling as she smacked her head against the cupboard.
„Ow." The girl whined.
She looked up and down, left and right. Searched trough shellves, desks and even sofa matraces. The TV remote was nowhere to be found. Instead of just turning the TV on manually, Enko snorted and stormed out of the house.
„You can't hide forever." She scowled, turning around the corner.
Few minutes passed, and sun was already high on the sky. Enko found herself in front of a familiar house.
Yagami, was on the mail-box.
„Why not make his day boring." Enko smiled slyly and pushed the fence doors open.
Soon, noise came to her ear. Enko froze and then looked upwards. It was coming from Raito's room window.
„What's that?" Enko mumbled, taking a step closer.
She decided not to ring nor call him, but to just climb a tree and peek.
„I feel like a prince on a white horse," Enko thought, while climbing „coming to rescue the innocent princess. Though, situation is quite opossite here."
As she reached her hand to grab upper branch, her eye caught a glimse of something moving inside. It was... Raito... writing something. Enko scrunched up her face and crawled to the mere end of the branch. It cracked under her weight, but didn't colapse. She didn't notice. She was too occupied spying on Raito.
The boy looked just as calm as ever. In his suit, looking like the main model of Banana Republic. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes focused on something that looked like a black book.
And then, out of nowhere he started with an „ah" and an „oh", finishing with an „mmm".
Enko blinked in confusion.
„He is... writing?" She whispered while moving off of a branch and now settling on a terrace. „But it seems like he's having... sex?"
Back in his room, Raito panted, sweat drops sliding down his forehead.
Suddenly, he turned his head right only to spot a certain black head staring at him in awe.
„This is just like sex to you, isn't it?" Enko's jaw fell.