WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMONS!


"I'm home." I automatically say as I enter my small apartment.

I know Miura is still in class, but I'm just too damn used to it now. I think as I take off my shoes and head over to my fridge.

"Thirsty…"

I open the fridge and look around hoping to find something to quench my thirst.

Juice. Soda. Water…Max Coffee.

"Last one too." I whisper to myself as I take the can of coffee.

I should probably ask Miura to pick some up on her way home from class.

I take the can and head over to my bed where I sit on the edge. I sit directly facing my TV.

I hardly used it, but Miura seemed to enjoy watching movies on it all the time so I guess it was a good investment. I think as I crack open the can of Max Coffee and take a swig.

Thinking about it, Miura also seems to like Max just as much as I do.

-Flashback-

For some reason, I was making my way to school earlier than usual.

Was it because it was the beginning of my third year?

Was I nervous or excited?

The last time I was excited and went to school early I ended up in the hospital. I wouldn't let that happen this time.

As I pedaled my way to campus, I could feel the brisk wind cutting through my hair. The trees were beginning to bloom and soon enough my bike path to school would be surrounded by white and pink flower petals.

The weather was turning warmer, but the mornings were still a bit cold. It was a sign that spring had arrived.


I pulled into the school bike racks as I pushed my bike towards the third year's section.

It was all still the same, yet somehow it felt different. I thought as I locked up my bike and headed indoors.

As I made my way to my shoe locker I heard a couple of girls whispering and laughing to themselves.

What? You guys aren't laughing at me, right? I think to myself as they make their way past me. I attempting not to pay attention to them.

"Did she really do it?" One of the girls whispered to-what I assume was-her friend.

"Yeah, I totally saw the whole thing!" The other replied as she covered her mouth attempting to stop any would-be eavesdroppers.

Tough luck, I heard the whole thing. Not their fault though. Super-hearing is one of my specialties.

Though, isn't it too early for you riajuu to be gossiping? I think to myself as I see them turn the corner, giggling and exchanging smiles with one another.

Now that I'm at school this early, there was only one thing I could do before the new school year ceremony begins.

I make my way to my usual spot. The best spot really. The nice breeze will definitely make it worthwhile. I think to myself. A grin on my face.

Oops. Better not let anyone see that. Don't want to get into any sort of trouble today.

Before I headed over the spot where I would usually eat my lunch at, I strode over to the nearest vending machine in search of my favorite beverage.

Max Coffee. What a blessing you truly are.

With Max Coffee in my hand I walk down the hall and turn the corner to reach outside to the small set of stairs I contently spend my free time sitting on.

As I neared closer I heard the faint sound of sniffling.

I don't think much of it so I continue on.

As I make my way to the stairs I see someone hunched over, sitting on the very last step.

I freeze in my tracks.

Shit.

I look the person over, attempting to identify who it is.

The way the person was hunched over and hugging her knees would have given anyone trouble in identify said person, however, this one was easy. Even though you could not see any sort of facial details, there was one attribute that stood out and screamed out for attention.

It didn't take long for me to figure out who the occupant of my beloved spot was. The cold wind seemed to have gently picked up her golden hair as it gallantly danced in the air.

Somehow, even though she was clearly in some sort of destress, seeing her like this… was mesmerizing.

I couldn't stop staring at her. Her small frame. Her slumped shoulders. Her thin arms wrapped around her long legs.

For some reason, I couldn't look away.

I needed to move, she couldn't find out I was gazing at her.

Just as I was about to go, I hear the door that I had gone through, slam.

Shit.

I stand frozen on the spot.

Damn those doors! They always take forever to close on their own and when they do they are so damn loud!

I turned around to confirm it was the doors that had slammed and not something else.

It was.

"H-Hikio?"

I hear behind a small sniff. Making me instantly freeze again.

"W-what are you doing?"

She sounded a bit irritated.

"Ah, my bad, I was just walking by…"I say, turning the other way, still not facing her.

"Are you stalking me or something?-" Her voice almost sounds like a whisper.

"No."

"The heck?" She lets out a dry laugh. "You don't need to be so serious, I was kidding."

Easy for you to say but back in middle school I was accused of something similar!

What? Can't a guy just use the same drinking fountain during lunch every day?!

Wait. Calm down Hachiman. That's all in the past now.

I let out a sigh. "I usually hang out here." I finally look at her. Her eyes are red. Makeup smeared. Clearly, she had been crying. I'm surprised she's even letting me see her face right now. Maybe she doesn't know? "But I can see you beat me here, so I'll just leave."

She slightly turns away and hangs her head a bit. A sad smile begins to form. "That's alright…I was just leaving…you can have your spot back."

This is so weird. I for sure thought that the moment she noticed me standing behind her she would have yelled at me to get the hell out of here…but instead…she's being so meek.

What the hell happened to her? Obviously, something did. Something that made her cry.

"Umm…are you alright?" I really didn't want to ask. Honestly, I didn't care. But I had seen my classroom list for this year and she was in it.

Wouldn't it have been more awkward to leave without asking at least that much?

I knew she wouldn't really tell me. But if it turned out that it was something really bad and rumor got out that I was the last person to talk to her…I can imagine the pitch forks and mob waiting for me already.

Asking her if she was ok was definitely the right choice.

"Huh?" Was all she replied with. Her eyes were a bit wide.

Am I speaking a different language here?

"It's just a question, don't get offended." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Yep, I should have just left.

"Ah, no, no! I heard it… it's just, I didn't expect you to even ask me that…" She still looked dumbfounded.

That makes two of us.

"Listen, I know you won't tell me so I'll just get out of your sight now." I say as I turn on my heel and begin to make my way back.

"I confessed to Hayato…"

Her voice wasn't loud. Honestly it sounded like a squeak. Yet, it had reached my ears crystal clear. Maybe the wind had carried it?

I stop in my tracks and turn my head back towards her direction.

"Huh?"

I can barely see her facial expression as she is turned slightly away from me. But even so, I can see the sad smile painted on her lips.

"You knew already, right?"

Knew? Knew what? That you confessed to Hayato? Like hell I did. My life doesn't revolve around you guys!

"Knew?..."

"What Hayato was really like…" Still she doesn't look at me. Same sad smile plastered on.

Oh. That's what she meant.

"You've helped out our group so many times…even took some of my requests…" She finally turns to me as she continues. "Someone like you…" her smile disappears. "You must have known that our relationship was only hanging on by a thin thread." Her eyes look dead. Any sort of life had been sucked out of them.

I was taken aback by what she was saying. I didn't really understand her. Or more like I didn't understand what she understood. How aware of things was she really?

"I don't know what you mean?" I ask her. This time I really do want a reply to my question.

"The way you talked to me when I asked you for the request about Hayato's career path…I knew it then…"

"You knew?" I still wasn't sure what she was getting at.

"Don't be dumb Hikio! Obviously, I'm talking about you knowing that the way Hayato acted towards us was never real!" She sounded angry.

I don't know why but right now I don't want to have this conversation with her. I wasn't really sure where she was going with this.

But thinking about it now. Maybe she did understand how fake everyone in her group was, including her. The way she threatened me when Tobe asked for our help, and the way she cried and the determination in her eyes when I told her Hayama might hate her for being too nosey. I think she isn't as ignorant as I thought she was.

What she truly wanted was stronger than the will to keep everyone's fake relationship from falling apart. She wanted to express her true feelings to Hayama even if that meant that her group would never be the same.

I understood now.

Miura Yumiko is a selfish girl.

Just like the rest of us.

She couldn't hold up the facade anymore and confessed to Hayama. If it was a different situation I would have applauded her for attempting to break down Hayama's perfect world.

Damn that bastard pissed me off.

"It doesn't really matter if I knew or not, right?"

"It doesn't." She says now completely looking away from me.

"If you knew…why did you still confess?" I think I already knew the answer to this question, yet I wanted to hear it from her own mouth to make sure.

"Even if I knew he would turn me down…I still felt like I would regret it later if I didn't do it now…"

There it was.

The reason that compelled her to confess even though she herself knew it was hopeless is because her emotions, the way she felt toward him were real.

She, for whatever reason, really fell in love with Hayama Hayato. Enough to throw out her pride and happy school life. She sacrificed it all for him.

For some reason that made me angry.

"Ah! what am I even saying…not like you'd understand…" She said as she hunched over some more.

"I've also confessed and been turned down…" As I say this I notice Miura instantly sit up.

I don't know what forced me to blurt this information out to her but it was too late to take it back.

"you have?" She asks, still turned away from me.

"In middle school…"

"So even Hikio…" She quietly says.

"Yeah, yeah, you can make fun of me…" I say turning away trying to hide my embarrassed face.

Why the hell did I even say anything?! She's going to use this to blackmail me now, I know it!

"Why would I make fun of you?"

"Huh?"

"If someone has the courage to confess their feelings to another..." She stops for a moment before she stands up. I can see her fists begin to clench as she fully turns around and looks directly into my eyes. "I think that's beautiful!"

What the hell?! What is this woman saying?! Beautiful? No. You're mistaken. It's embarrassing and potentially life ending. That's it. Nothing beautiful about it.

"Ah, well, my point is…I know how it feels…" I say as I scratch a nonexistent itch on my cheek.

"Geez, this like, totally sucks!" Miura huffs as she rests her hands on her hips.

"It's only High School…"

"Hah?" She looks up at me.

"y'know…we'll graduate after this year so…"

"Now, I'm getting pity from Hikio? This day just keeps on getting worse…"She says as she dusts off her skirt and begins to make her way in my direction.

"Not really pity…"

She continues walking and stops just as she passes me.

"You better not tell anyone about this."

"R-right…"

"Good."

Just as she continues to walk I stop her.

"Miura."

She stops and turns around, facing me.

"He didn't deserve you anyway."

"Wha-"

"What's so good about a guy like Hayama?"

She glares at me with some of her old fiery passion.

I guess there's still some life left in you.

"I mean, someone like him…sure, he's good at sports but so what? He's good looking but he isn't the best-looking dude in the world. He's smart. But he's not even number one so who cares? No one remembers who comes in second place, right? So, what's left? His nice personality… We both know it's nothing but a bunch of bull-."

"Hey, Hikio, you better be quite!"

Keh! Damn she's scary! I think I even backed away a little.

But I'm not done.

"Seems to me like you're better off forgetting about a bastard like him anyway."

I can see how furious Miura looks right now.

"So, what are you saying?! Date someone like you?!"

"At least you'd know it was real."

She doesn't respond. Her eyes widen a bit as her mouth hangs a bit.

"Y-you…"

"Catch!" I toss her my Max Coffee.

"EEP!" She squeals as she juggles the can before she safely secures it.

Cute.

"W-what the hell?!"

"You need that more than I do." I say as I turn around and make my way around the school.

The way she got angry when I was talking bad about Hayama…she genuinely liked him.

I can't help but smirk.

Seemed like she got some of her spirit back.

What a troublesome girl, Miura Yumiko is.

-End Flashback-

I wonder if I would have been different if someone comforted me after my rejection in middle school? I ask myself as I swish the last bit of my Max Coffee before chugging it.

"Max, you really are a blessing…"I say to no one as I turn the can in my hand and examine the labels.

I lean over and place the empty can on the small table next to my bed. Afterwards I lay on my bed and drift into sleep as my eyelids begin to become gradually heavier.


The sound of my apartments door opening followed by a, "I'm home." Wakes me up from my slumber.

"W-welcome home…"I say in a groggy voice. Trying to get up and out of my bed.

"It's getting colder."

"Want me to turn on the Kotatsu?" I ask as I make my way over to Miura who was currently putting groceries away in the kitchen.

"Yes, please."

"What did you get from the store?"

"Just things we were running low on. Y'know, milk, bread, rice…eggs…" Her voice got quieter as she got to the last part.

I couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you got lots of them." I tease her.

"Shut up, jerk!" She playfully slaps my shoulder.

"I'm kidding. Oh, right I was going to ask you to get-"

"Max?" She asks with a smirk as she reaches into one of the bags and takes out a can of my beloved beverage.

"Yes." I try to hide my glee.

"hmm…I don't know…Only nice boyfriends deserve Max Coffee~"

Tch. This girl.

"Hey now, it's not my fault you drink them just as much as I do."

After I say that I notice a slight blush on Miura. "W-well, it can't be helped!"

Why are you blushing?

"Why's that?"

"Well, cause, you were the one that introduced them to me…"

Ah. That's true. Although that doesn't mean she needed to get obsessed over them. But who can blame her. Max Coffee is delicious.

"Hmm. I suppose I need to take responsibility?"

"That's right! Because of you…"She walks over to me and lays her head on my chest. "Because of you…when I drink Max, it makes me happy…"

Wow. She's so embarrassing.

It appears that I have accomplished a successful conditioning experiment.

"Well, if that's the case, don't drink them so often, that way when you do…they'll make you even more happy." I wrap my arms around her.

She gives me a small nod before she tightly wraps her arms around my waist.

Yes. More Max for me!

"You're probably thinking, 'more Max for me' aren't you?" She looks up and glares at me as we are both still entwined with each other.

"Of course not."

Are you an esper or something?!

"Hey, lets go to bed and warm up." I say with a grin.

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"eh" I shrug my shoulders.

She in turn gives me a small smile.

"Perv."


Miura Yumiko is a beautiful woman.

Nothing reminds me of this more then when we sleep together.

Her skin is so smooth and soft. I think as I take my hand and explore her supple breasts.

"hnn...Hachi..." Miura, underneath me, moans into my ear.

She is so fucking sexy.

"Say my name again" I command her as I massage her breasts with one hand and use the other to prop myself up so that all my weight isn't directly on top of her. My face burried into the crook of her neck, giving her kisses in between breaths.

"Hachiman...Hachiman!"

She digs her fingers into my back and wraps her legs around my waist.

"Fuck..." I let out a growl as she squeezes onto me.

I thrust faster and harder. The sound of our skin smacking against each other becomes louder.

"H-hachi...I'm cumming..."

Those are the magic words.

I begin to move my hips in the motion I know she loves.

"Hacchhiiii!"

She presses her face up into my shoulder and slightly bites down.

"Geh!"

"Cumming! I'm cumming!" She screams as her back arches, her legs wrap tighter around me, her finger nails dig into my skin as her pussy begins to convulse.

Pain and pleasure is the only way I can describe it and its safe to say I'm addicted to it.

"Yumiko...neighbors will hear..." I say in between breaths.

Miura doesn't reply. I can still feel her twitching underneath me.

"Hachiman..." I prop myself up on my hands so that I can see her beautiful face better.

She's a nice shade of pink and a bit sweaty, her golden hair a complete mess. Just the way I like it.

"Not done." I give her a smirk.

"I...already came...three times..." Miura's breathing is still shallow, but coming under control. "you're too much..." She shyly looks away.

"C'mon, I'm almost there" I say as I slowly begin to pull out of her so that we can switch positions.

"Don't pull out!"

I look at her. She seems to be an even brighter shade of pink now.

"I'm still sensitive..."

"Alright."

I gently close her legs and turn her to her side as I lay next to her. Her back pressed against my chest. I never pull out, per her request.

I hug her as we spoon before I begin to thrust again.

"Hachi...you're still so hard..."

"It's because you're so tight." I whisper into her ear. A moan escaping her lips in reaction.

I begin slowly so that I don't hurt Miura. I let her get wet again. Although it doesn't take long before she becomes drenched.

"It feels like...your in my stomach..." She says as she presses herself into me as much as she can, wrapping her arm around my head, reaching behind her.

I wrap an arm underneath her and squeeze her breasts, with the other I reach down and begin to play with her clit.

"Hachi!...It feels so good!"

I begin to thrust faster as I play with her nipples and clit.

Her moans and my groans begin to fill the otherwise quite room.

"Yumiko...I'm cumming..." my voice comes out low.

"Inside...cum inside..."

When she says that I can't help but go wild.

I begin to thrust faster, harder, and as deep as I can go.

"too deep!" Miura yelps.

"Yumiko!..."

"mmm...me too...Hachiman!"

I take the hand that was playing with her clit and grab onto her thigh to spread her leg open.

"hachiiii!"

"I'm cumming!" I grunt as I release all of my fluid inside of Yumiko.

My whole body tenses up as I feel Yumiko begin to twitch once more.

Guess that's four times now, Yumiko.

I can feel myself grow softer as Yumiko still squeezes onto me.

"Fuck..."

After a moment, she calms down enough for me to pull out.

"ah, slower please."

"sorry."

I'm still on my side but as soon as I pull out of Yumiko she turns to face me.

"How are you so good?" Her face is still bright pink as she looks into my eyes.

I shrug my shoulders, my face probably matching her in brightness.

"You never...with Yukinoshita?" She doesn't look at me in the eyes when she asks this.

Don't bring her name up when we're like this! And why are you asking this now? After who knows how many times we've had sex already.

"Nope. I told you, you were my first."

Even if that wasn't completely true, there was no point in telling Yumiko about what Yukinoshita and I did or didn't do. It would only hurt her and there was no point to that. She was the person I was dating and the one I was in love with.

"You were also my first." Miura finally looks into my eyes before shyly looking away.

"I know, I was there." I tease as I poke her cheek.

"dummy..." She says behind a smile.

Still. Why was she bringing this up now? I think as I notice Miura begin to move.

She curls up a bit so that she can see...the aftermath...better.

"Geez, you came way too much."

"...my bad."

Somehow I felt proud.

"What if I get pregnant?"

Miura and I didn't use condoms, mostly because she was on the pill and also because it just felt better...for me. We did use them at first, but once the first box was spent we just didn't care anymore.

"If that happens..." I turn to her. "I'll take responsibility."

Miura giggles at my response before scooching closer to me, wrapping her arm around me.

"You better."


As we both got comfortable and began to drift off into sleep, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about what Miura had said.

Why did she bring up Yukinoshita. I hadn't even seen her in over a year. So why now?

Certain thoughts kept running through my head all night until the need of sleep finally began to take over.

Yukinoshita Yukino...

With that last thought, I drifted off to sleep.


A/N: Alright guys, I apologize for any errors, I was sort of in a rush. Anyway thank you for your support! Please leave reviews! And as always, I hope you enjoyed. Also, yes, I will be giving a heads up if a chapter contains lemons, like this one.