She was right to bring a sweater, as soon as she stepped through the automatic doors the cold breezed against her face. Burning in her nose for the first breath.

Aside from the scratching of pages turning and the occasional heel click on the linoleum floors, it was funtionally silent.

She huffed a little sigh of relief. She'd needed this quiet. Her usual table by the window was empty, the chair pushed in straight, even with the legs of the table.

Just like she'd left it.

The other chairs, the three that belonged to the table flicked past her peripheral vision as she went to sit down.

Two pulled close side by side, where Asako and Sasayan would sit. The chairs seemingly closer each time.

And the third, pulled three feat away by Haru. Facing her seat directly, so he could slouch in it and stare right at her.

She hastily pulled all the chairs in line with the table, and pulled out a paper back book and some sheets of notebook paper.

A muffled groan of horror seeped through the hand she'd clamped over her mouth.

It. Was. That. Book.

The man on the cover stared at her, deep dark eyes, chiseled face and muscles.

His shirt clung to him so tightly you could see every pectoral muscle. And the woman was symmetrically perfect. A dress, fluttered about her, stopping at her soft perfect thighs.

Worst of all was the pleasure written across her face. Eyes closed, mouth a perfect 'o'. A bit like she was about to sneeze.

Shizuku doubted she ever looked that good, let alone 'sneezing'.

She wondered what Haru-

No. No, no.

She dropped her head onto the table in defeat. She was here to study!

Not think about Haru having an orgasm.

Not to imagine his face like that.

Eyes open? Or closed?

Panting and vulnerable. His eyebrows knitted together and his bangs going every-which-way. Would moan and gasp out loud? Would he bite his lip? Or hers...

She was shaking. Excited, nervous, and guilty. Why did he make her feel like this?

Why did she want to know so bably if he pleasured himself to this book?

Huffing, she ran her hand through her bangs. She looked down at the book, apprehensive and embarassed.

She thumbed the cover open, the first page was much less troublesome to look at. It's yellowed pages and white ink were much less sexy than that cover.

But the introduction gave her a sudden chill.

The main character was a virgin. Shizuku snorted. Why read about a nervous virginal character, being swept up by a dark eye'd, muscle bound man.

There was surly nothing to be learned from a virgin. The main character didn't know any more about sex than she did!

Keeping her derisive comments to herself, save for the occasional huff, she read on about the womans woes in love.

He snuck up on her just as the leading man was being introduced. She'd just learned that his eye color was 'brown like chocolate' when Haru, kneeling on the ground, chin on the table, eyes glinting with his intense grey-black pupils, said,

"Is that the adult novel Seako-san let me have? The one about sex with strangers?" He asked, much too bluntly.

Her whole face scorched up immediately and her mouth made, shape after shape, but she couldn't get enough air past her teeth to do anything but fizzle and sputter.

"Nnnnn--Aaaaaa--Wwww-!"

He was unfased, and even smiled asking, "Have you gotten to the part where he licks her CENSORand passionatly kisses her REDACTEDHer breathing hitched and then bordered on hyperventilation. She couldn't even fathom him saying those things.

Haru looked down at the book, and made note of where she was. He took it from her and spun it to face him, flicking ahead in the book to the part he liked before sliding the book back under her stiff frozen hands.

A look passed across his features. Amused, and seemingly aroused he told her, "This is the hottest part, I really get OMITTED reading it."

With that, he turned and left.