Amu spends the rest of the day, and into the next several days, flirting with Ikuto over text. She had sent him a picture like he asked, but she made sure to make it sexy enough to be fun but not too sexy as to give anything away too soon. She sent him a picture she took recently wearing a simple white top with a black collar with an O-ring attached to the front. It let him know that she could be just a little bit kinky. It definitely had sparked his interest, making mention of hoping that she'd wear that for him. 'I wouldn't mind him tugging on it a bit...' She, of course, played back with him, telling him how she was never able to find someone who played with it in a way that she liked and would have to put him to the test to which he eagerly agreed to. She was texting all throughout the night, fighting back the urge to full out sext him. The way he flirted with her was something she hadn't experienced in a long time. She likes how playful and confident he was. She likes how he didn't seem intimidated by her matching his level of flirtation. She hopes that she will get to see more of that.

Ikuto enjoys the conversation he has had with Amu all week. She was definitely game to fool around. He felt his face heat up after receiving the picture of her with the collar on. The thought he had after receiving it was simply, 'fuck, that's sexy.' He wanted her to wear that- and only that- for him. He kept trying to get her to send something a little more revealing, but she was definitely playing tough. He didn't mind; that made it more fun. Before, women had always just given into whatever he wanted. That was all well and good for a while, but it got boring after only experiencing that. This cute, little nineteen year old was sexy and playful. It was a refreshing change of pace from a woman. 'Although, I don't think I'd mind if she just did whatever I said…' She also has awareness for herself that a lot of women don't have at her age. She knows what she wants and who she wants. From how she was talking to him, Ikuto was convinced that she wanted a lot with him. He did send her a picture back so that it was fair. He made sure that his shirt was unbuttoned just a bit more to show off more of his chest muscles- to which Amu mentally screamed at the slightest glimpse at his chest because she wanted to see more. Ikuto spent the night trying to not just suggest driving over there, picking her up, and bringing her home with him. 'It will happen…'

Amu walks to the library to meet up with all of her friend for their mandatory study hour. The flirting with Ikuto hadn't stopped, and it only got worse as they spent more time in class together. They would gently kick each other under their desk. Ikuto gradually started moving his seat closer together at the table. They would also make little side comments during the lectures, some flirty, some not. It wasn't just flirting now; they started to get to know each other a little bit more than just their both extremely attracted to each other. She didn't mind; he's fun.

Amu enters the library to find her friends seated at a big center table. Utau, Kukai, Rima, and Nagihiko are there along with the rest of their friend group Hotori Tadase, Yuiki Yaya, and Sanjo Kairi. Tadase is a nineteen year old business major looking to own his own corporation one day. He has had a crush on Amu since junior high, but Amu isn't attracted to him like that anymore. She used to have a crush on him, but at the time, he didn't pay any mind to her. Now, he wants her. With Ikuto in the picture now, Amu has her sights set on her sexy, older classmate. Yaya is eighteen years old and going through her first year in college. She's a part of the culinary program looking to be a pastry chef- which is perfect for her because of her sweet tooth. Kairi is also eighteen and is working towards and accounting degree. He's intelligent and could do anything he could want to do. He just really loves numbers.

Amu takes a seat in between Utau and Yaya, setting her bag on the table, "Shit, I'm tired."

"You're going to be if you're going to stay up all night texting Ikuto," Utau teases, poking Amu's head with the eraser of her pencil.

"How does she know Ikuto?" Tadase asks. Tadase is childhood friends with Utau and Ikuto, but no one had told him that he'd come back.

"He's back from France, and he's in one of our classes," Utau explains. "She hasn't left him alone since the first day they met."

"You make it sound like he wants me to leave him alone," Amu states. "He's the one who asked for my number first, you know."

"I know he did," Utau takes a sip out of her coffee with her free hands since the other one is interlocked with Kukai's. They're hands are always preoccupied when they're together. "I knew he was going to. I know my brother pretty well."

"I'm looking to know more about everything about him," Amu gets closer to Utau, "everything."

"I get it, I get it!" Utau says. She laughs at her friend for being so overtly flirty in regards to her brother. Amu has never had as much fun with a guy as she has with Ikuto. Utau knows that Ikuto is a good guy and would never try to hurt her; she also knows that Amu doesn't just want Ikuto for sex. 'They'd make a good couple…'

The group all talks and goes over their respective assignments. This was something they had started last year- everyone getting together to help each other with their work. There were no big project yet, just some little things. Anytime Ikuto came out, Amu would blush, Utau, Kukai, and Rima would tease her, and Tadase would get more and more jealous. As they are all sitting there, Amu's eyes fall on a lone person sitting a table by the large windows. A blue haired man is sitting by the window, reading a book, oblivious to the world. Amu's eyes stay locked on him as she watches him from afar. 'I hope this isn't too weird…'

Utau nudges her, "Go sit with him."

Amu's attention is brought back to the table, "What?"

"I saw you staring at him. Go sit with him."

Amu nods at her friend, gathers her stuff, and starts making her way back to the table. As she gets closer, she notices he's not reading a text book. He's just reading some book of his with headphones on. She get to the table, sets her stuff down on the table, and waits for him to notice. Ikuto looks up at the sudden "thump" on the table and sees the girl who caused it. He takes out a headphone, "Why hello."

"Are these seats taken?" she asks.

"Not at all," he begins moving his stuff out of the way towards him so that she can sit next to him.

Amu takes the hint and sits next to him, getting comfortable, "whatcha reading?"

Ikuto closes his book and sets it aside, "Just a biography on Beethoven. I was given a bunch of biographies on composers and violinists from my mentor, so I'm trying to get through them all."

"You can keep reading if you'd like," Amu says meekly. "You don't have to stop reading just because I'm here."

Ikuto brings his hand up to stroke her arm, "I'd much rather pay attention to you."

Amu blushes and purses her lips, "you're too cute sometimes, you know that?"

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" Ikuto inquires with a smirk.

"I'm positive I'm talking about you," Amu leans in a bit closer. Her gaze is filled with a mixture of lust and fascination at she gets when she looks at him. Ikuto's gaze back meets her back with the same vigor of lust and fascination. His hand starts to drift lower towards her forearm which is resting on her thigh. He delicately grazes his over her arm. Amu's face gets redder, 'he's so close to my thigh… please move your hand…' Amu moves her arm further to the side to create a space on her leg for him. His hand moves further in, taking the cue, and his hand now resting on her inner thigh.

Ikuto leans close to her ear, "If you'd like me to stop any time, let me know."

Amu's back shivers as his breath tickles her ear. She turns her head to get close to his ear, "Don't." Ikuto lets out a strained breath. The way her voice moves around his ear and the feeling of her breath could send shivers down his spine. His ear is one of his weak spots, and Amu noticed his reaction. She goes in to try and make him weaker, "You can move your hand, you know."

Ikuto smiles, lets out a soft chuckle, and begins to slowly move his hand up and down her thigh. He makes sure to keep his hand low on her thigh despite wanting to go higher. He keeps his movements soft and slow. It was almost sensual the way that his hand was moving. It is distracting to Amu as they try to have a normal conversation. Ikuto begins asking about her other classes and how they are so far. Amu's answers are kind of short because she can't help but be pulled back to the hand that's touching her. She wants him to touch more of her, but they're in a library.

Then they're interrupted. The two look up from each other at Tadase. He had decided to make his way over to the two of them. He had been watching them for long enough.

"Ikuto, I had no idea that you had come back," Tadase holds out his hand for Ikuto to shake. "Welcome home."

Ikuto removes his hand from Amu's thigh- much to her disappointment- and goes to shake his hand. With a firmer grip than Tadase's, Ikuto responds, "I had decided last minute to come home. I enjoyed myself, but I wanted to come back home. You can have a seat if you'd like." Ikuto sits back down. Once he does, his hand goes right back onto Amu's thigh. Her face gets pink again.

"I would, but I do have to get to my next class. It was good to see you," Tadase says with a polite smile. "I'll see you later, Amu. Goodbye, Ikuto." With that, Tadase takes his leave, somewhat hurriedly out of the library.

Amu groans, "He gets so jealous for no reason. He knows I don't like him like that, but he won't stop trying."

"Well," Ikuto starts as he's gone back to rubbing her thigh, "he's always been jealous of me. We were close as children and a bit of a 'sibling rivalry' thing on his end. He always wanted to be better than me. I can see that's never changed."

Amu giggles and rolls her eyes, "It's because of things like that I don't like him like that. Or want to fuck him. He's been trying for a few years, and he's just not my type. Sexually or otherwise."

Ikuto raises an eyebrow, "What is your type?"

Amu turns her head and gives a kittenish smile, "Is it not obvious?"

"It is. I just want to hear you say it," Ikuto leans his head in again.

Amu gets her mouth close to his ear again and whispers seductively, "You're my type."

Ikuto gently grips her thigh. 'She's going to be the death of me…' "Do you have any more classes today?"

Amu smiles, "No, not today. I only have the study hall."

"Good. I have one more class to go to today which starts soon. If you're hungry after, want to get something to eat with me?"

Amu's breath catches in her throat. First, he grabbed her thigh which felt really nice. Second, he's asking her out. She regains her breathing again to answer, "I would."

"Good. I'll hit you up once I'm out," Ikuto gets close to her ear again and grasps her thigh a little tighter, "See you later."

Amu shivers again at his breath and his touch. She cannot even get out a response because she lost brain function for a second. All she can do is nod her head. Ikuto gets up, packs his things into his bag, and strokes her hair before exiting the library. Amu melts into her seat and is finally able to move after letting her heart beat drop after ten minutes.

"You and Ikuto are going on a date?"

Utau squeals at her friend after being told. Amu had made her way back to the dorm room she shares with Utau, Yaya, and Rima. Their dorm is set up as s double suite with a center living room area with a kitchenette, and a bedroom on either side of the living room with their own bathrooms. Utau and Amu share the room to the right, Rima and Yaya to the left. All the girls were in the living room area as they hear the news.

"He's going to take me to dinner after class. I don't know if that counts as a date," Amu states. Neither of them said it was a date, but it is kind of a date. Right?

"You two are going to dinner alone. It's a date," Rima takes a sip of tea.

"What are you gonna wear, Amu-chi? You have to wear something cute!" Yaya exclaims, excitedly going into her friends room to look through her closet.

"I don't know… Something casual. I don't want to be too overdressed," Amu sighs. "But I want to look cute enough to where he's like, 'Yeah, I wanna fool around with her.'"

"I don't think that'll be a problem," Utau reassures Amu. "I know for a fact that Ikuto is interested in you. He's been asking me how to impress you."

Amu laughs, "Has he? Aw, that's so cute. What do you think I should wear?"

"You said he likes that collar you have, right? Wear that," Rima suggests.

"We want them to eat dinner before they go straight into fucking," Utau retorts.

Amu licks her top lip, "I mean. I have something he could eat…"

All the girls erupt into a fit of cackles. They all may be girls, but that does not mean they have innocent minds. With them all living in a dorm, every day is like a sleepover, and they treat it as such. They share everything with each other and get as raunchy as they like to. Yaya comes out of Amu's closet with an outfit in hand, "what about this?"

"This is cute. It's casual enough for just going to dinner but sexy enough for him to eye me like I'm going to be dessert," Amu grabs the outfit from Yaya. "With that collar, it will be perfect."

Utau wickedly smiles, "Ikuto won't know what hit him.

Amu excitedly heads to the bathroom connected to her bedroom to start getting ready. This date was going to be a lot of fun.