This idea came to my head out of nowhere in our Discord server, and I just rolled with it in the end. Plus, I've been wanting to change how I write lemons lately, so this should be a good way to do that. There's no plot here, just smut involving rom-com waifus, even those from other series. That's all!

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Fuutarou Uesugi was many things.

Smartass, top student, loving brother, rebellious son, and a pervert.

Yes, a pervert.

The young man slowly woke up from his slumber and sat up on his bed, rubbing his eyes carefully as his gaze shifted to the manga that was currently situated on his lap.

One of the many hentai doujinshis that he kept hidden in a secret box inside of his cabinet. He had stayed up late reading through a few of them in an attempt to fall sleepy and eventually he did, but not before relieving himself in the bathroom in typical teenage boy fashion. He made sure not to make any noise to wake his little sister up, by the way, not that it would matter.

Can anyone blame him for having a hobby like this, though?

It wasn't his fault that he was born with good looks (which he got from his father) and a bad boy aura that reeked of dominance upon first glance. Ever since he dyed his hair for the first time and adopted the appearance of a typical delinquent, he had gained a lot of admirers and his reputation with the females had increased significantly. Girls in his middle school would swoon and squeal like fangirls whenever he walked past them and some even tried to approach him with hungry eyes and drooling mouths. Since he was still a kid back then, he thought that he was just popular and people liked him in general. Naturally, Fuutarou enjoyed the attention as much as he could and never thought about changing his looks, until he grew up.

Like any other boy out there, Fuutarou went through puberty and through studying, he came to learn about hormones, the female menstrual cycle, sexual intercourse, and everything else that was connected to reproduction. Add that to the girls who tried to ask him out to dates upon reaching high school, Fuutarou eventually learned that he wasn't just popular, but he was also sought out by many girls around him because they wanted him. They wanted him to be their boyfriend, lover, partner, whatever you wish to label it.

Upon learning about this, Fuutarou made it seem like he wasn't affected or anything. He continued on acting like his normal self and never changed how he was. He never accepted a girl's advances into having a relationship with him, either ignoring their attempts or turning them down respectfully. However, he naturally became more curious about the idea of a relationship between two people and dug deep into it eventually, like a good and dedicated student who studies hard.

And that's how Fuutarou Uesugi learned about sex and the carnal desires of life.

"Another week of school," he said, getting off his bed and returning the doujinshi to his cabinet with the other ones. A sarcastic frown then took over his features. "I'll give it an hour before I fall asleep due to how boring the lessons are."

Yawning to himself, Fuutarou began to fix his bed next, before walking down to the kitchen where his younger sister was preparing breakfast for the two of them.

Raiha Uesugi was his younger sister by one year, and she was a first year student currently attending the same high school as him. If Fuutarou was popular with girls then in the same manner, Raiha was also, if not more, popular with guys. How could she not be? Just from her long, dark blue hair tied into a single big ponytail, she already stands out among everyone in her class and to add to that, she was very mature and responsible for her age, managing housework and chores on her own with the occasional help from her carefree older brother.

The two siblings had the house to themselves most of the time. Their father was a busy cameraman/movie producer who only goes home to check up on them every few weeks and to give their allowance while their mother was a pastry chef working abroad. Despite this, they were capable of handling everything around here perfectly without any problem because they were already used to it.

"Good morning," he greeted nonchalantly before sitting at the table, stretching out his limbs and waiting for Raiha to finish cooking.

"Morning, Onii-chan," she greeted in the same tone, before Fuutarou heard her snicker. "Did you stay up late again last night?"

Fuutarou rolled his eyes, knowing what his sister was talking about. Dang it, she must have seen his doujinshi earlier when she woke up and entered his room. Okay, it's not like there was a rule in this house that forbid the two of them to go inside each other's rooms, but there's an appropriate time for doing such things, and it didn't involve early in the morning.

Oh well, it's not like he can hide it from Raiha anymore. If he tried to deny it, she'll just reveal what series he was reading and he didn't want that to happen. He'll get her back, somehow.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to read a bit. It wasn't that late when I closed my eyes, by the way," he retorted.

Yes, his little sister knew about his doujinshi collection. Oh, not to worry, she never called him out on it nor did she scold him for having a collection of such things. Like him, Raiha also grew up knowing all about adolescence and hormones, so she knew that it was normal for boys like her older brother to have an interest in sex and stuff like that. While she didn't have a problem with her brother reading those doujins though, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun teasing him about it.

"Oh, really? You sure you weren't doing anything else last night?" she asked, sending him a smug look over her shoulder.

Fuutarou sighed. He almost felt like crying. Why did his sister grow up to be like this? Why did she have to be witty and snarky when it comes to him? Why couldn't she have stayed as his innocent little sister forever?

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "So what if I was? What are you going to do about it?" he asked, taking a sip from the cup of coffee that was prepared for him.

Raiha simply stuck her tongue at him, before focusing on her task again.

After Raiha was done cooking breakfast, the two proceeded to eat to their heart's content, while talking about school and what they expected to happen today. Despite the usual bickering as siblings, both of them loved each other deeply as family and because they could only rely on each other with their parents not being around. There were many times where their mother considered hiring a caretaker to look after them, but both Fuutarou and Raiha always ensured her that they don't need to hire any help when they could handle things on their own. While she was skeptical at first, their mother eventually relented and stopped pushing the issue.

After finishing up with breakfast, Fuutarou began preparing for school; taking a bath, putting on his uniform, arranging his things, and then brushing his teeth while Raiha was sweeping the floor like a responsible sister. Even though she attended Asahiyama High like her brother, Fuutarou's classes start earlier than hers so he always ends up leaving the house first before her.

Once he had put on his shoes and checked if he had forgotten anything else, Fuutarou turned his attention to his sister and called out her name. "Alright, I'm going on ahead, Raiha. I'll handle the rest of the chores when I get home."

Raiha stopped sweeping the floor and put her hand on her hip in a cocky manner. "You just can't wait to act lovey-dovey with Yumi-oneechan, can you?" she smirked. "Why don't you just ask her out already? Don't worry, I'll be rooting for you two!"

Aaaand the snarkiness of his little sister was back. Great. She just loved messing with him, huh? Why can't she pay more attention to her friends in school rather than him?

"I don't need to hear that from someone who ignores other boys' advances herself," he deadpanned, before giving her the best smile he could muster right now. "And I can't do that, not when I already have the best little sister in the world."

Raiha's face instantly turned red from her brother's words, breaking her smug expression and reducing her to a stuttering mess. "S-Shut up! Just go already! Stupid onii-chan!" she yelled, trying to get her focus back on sweeping the floor.

Satisfied at having the last laugh, Fuutarou left the house and closed the door behind him. Walking past the gate to their home, a young woman stood there with a smile on her face. She had long black hair with bangs swept to the right and a pin holding up the left side. She was wearing the Asahiyama High School uniform, with her blazer wrapped around her waist.

"You look more lively today, Fuutarou-kun," she smiled, noticing how the young man didn't look like he was about to fall sleep at any moment.

Fuutarou clicked his tongue, shifting his gaze to the side. How could he not feel awake? His sister exposed him earlier which completely removed any sign of sleepiness from his body. "Raiha was being annoying this morning, that's all."

Her eyebrows raised in clear interest. "Oh? What were you two bickering about this time?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Come on, we better move."

Fuutarou began to walk away, heading to the direction of his school. The girl was surprised for a few moments, most likely at how he just brushed off the issue like it was nothing, before she quickly caught up to him as the two started walking together.

The girl puffed her cheeks, before sending him a frown. "Mou, why can't you tell me? We're friends, aren't we?"

Fuutarou sent her a frown of his own. "Because you'll definitely try to mess with me too once you find out, Yumi-chan. I don't need any more of that on the way to school. Let me go there in peace."

Like Raiha, this girl actually knew about his doujinshi collection but she didn't find out about it by chance. Unlike his sister who saw his box that contained his possessions while cleaning his room, he told this girl about his hobby of his own volition. She was actually the first to know about it and when she did, she almost fainted. Learning that Fuutarou was an avid collector of such things was too much for her, but that was all in the past.

She continued to pout at him, feeling offended at his accusation. "Come on, you know I won't!"

Fuutarou stared at her for a few moments, as if he was judging his options. Yumi never really judged him for having a strange hobby like Raiha but unlike his sister, she never really used it as a weapon against him. She'd rather use other ways to tease and mess with him, like his habit of sleeping in class, his appetite during lunch, among other things.

With a sigh, he finally relented. "Fine, I'll tell you later. Not here, though."

Satisfied with his answer, Yumi folded her arms and nodded. "That's fair enough. But you, of all people, should know that childhood friends don't hide anything from each other," she told him in a scolding manner.

Fuutarou looked at her as if she grew a second head. "That's ridiculous. Even married couples hide things from each other."

"And that's why those couples don't last long," she pointed out. "Besides, since when did we actually hide something from each other, Fuutarou-kun? Everything we wanted to tell the other, we've always been upfront and we just say whatever we had in mind."

Yumi Takebayashi had been his friend since elementary and by extension, classmates up until now. She was also his neighbor and in some way, it almost felt like she was also his sister since they grew up together. There were countless times where she stayed over at his house to either study, play with Raiha, watch a movie, eat with them, or just hang out together.

But, he knew that their relationship wasn't even remotely close to a familial one. They were very close to each other that Fuutarou honestly had no problem dating her and he would even be glad if it happened.

He couldn't recall a time where they actually hid a secret from each other. Like what she said, they've always been upfront and honest about their thoughts and shared them with the other without question. It's the reason why they were so close and why they had so much trust in each other in the first place.

"Okay, you got me. You win," he muttered, admitting defeat.

"Heehee," she giggled, hugging him from behind as Fuutarou felt her chest press onto his back, which he tried to ignore for now. "That's what I like to hear."

However, there's one particular reason why Yumi Takebayashi never thought of transferring to another school, nor was she enamored with the thought of living someplace else.

The two continued walking together through the streets, with Yumi scooting closer towards him the whole time until their shoulders were literally touching. Fuutarou knew what she was doing but he didn't say anything yet, wanting to see her do it all on her own.

Unfortunately, Yumi couldn't do anything past holding his hand and arm, mainly due to her face heating up. What she had in mind was probably too embarrassing for her to carry out on her own, but there was still something she could do.

"Uhm, Fuutarou-kun…" she mumbled softly, to the point that only he could hear her. "Can we—"

Yumi didn't get to say anything more as Fuutarou captured her lips with his, as she immediately melted into the kiss and felt like she was in cloud nine. He wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her closer to him, allowing him to dart his tongue into her mouth, dominating hers in quick fashion. Yumi couldn't fight back, not that she minded at all. The only thing she could do was kiss him back as much as she could, while trying not to lose her grip on her bag and letting it fall to the ground.

Fuutarou didn't care that they were kissing in the street with possible spectators around. Let those people think what they want to think, because he had more important matters to deal with.

After almost half a minute of making out, Fuutarou finally pulled away, a long string of saliva still connecting their lips. He didn't bother to wipe it off the side of his mouth and simply licked his lips almost hungrily.

"You can't survive without that, can you?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Yumi was left in a daze, red-faced, and panting like a dog in heat. From the look in her eyes, she was disappointed that it had to end so soon, but she couldn't exactly translate her complaint into words.

"T-That's… uhm…" she tried to speak, but was unable to convey what she had in mind because she felt flustered.

The young man looked smug. Too smug, in fact. It's like he took pride in making his childhood friend feel this way, and no one could honestly fault him for that. Not many people can leave a girl breathless after a wild kiss and make her seek for more.

"Lying won't get you anywhere, Yumi-chan." He leaned in close that their faces were almost touching, as his hand slipped under her skirt and touched her underwear, causing her to gasp. He was very pleased with what he felt. "Your panties are already soaking wet, huh? Were you feeling horny for a while now?"

The red hue on the girl's face only became deeper as she watched the young man pull his fingers out of her skirt with a trail of her own juices connecting them. This wasn't the first time he had done this, but definitely the first time he did in a public place like the streets. If possible, she would just hide her face from the rest of the world and never show herself again, but Yumi didn't want to leave Fuutarou hanging while he waited for her answer.

"Y-Yes… I've been horny since we left your house…" she mumbled in embarrassment. Yumi felt relieved that there wasn't anyone around to see this shameful act, but would she really mind it if there were?

"And why's that?"

Despite her flustered look, Yumi raised her head to meet his gaze with her own. "I've been thinking of you… and our last time together…" she whispered, chewing on her lip in nervousness. "I want to do it again. I can't wait anymore."

Fuutarou blinked a few times, surprised that she would ask for such a thing right now. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this won't do. You can't go to class feeling like this, but I'm not going to fuck you here nor in a dirty alleyway either, so here's what's gonna happen." He placed his hands on her shoulders and shot her a serious expression. "I'm going to give you my bag when we get to school and you're gonna take our things to the classroom. Once you're done, meet me at the rooftop. Got it?"

She nodded. "I understand."

"Good. I suppose you already know what's going to happen if you fail to show up, right?"

"Yes…" she nodded again, this time with a pink hue on her cheeks.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… Master."

Fuutarou smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. It felt so good hearing that one word come from her mouth. He wasn't a prideful person by any means, but the fact that a girl whom he liked very much depended on him like this, it made him proud to be a pervert.

«-x-X-x-»

Fuutarou sat at one of the few benches at the rooftop, which was the one located behind the staircase. He had just checked the time on his phone and saw that there were 20 minutes left before their first period begins, which was more than enough time for him get to work.

This was definitely not the first time he was going to do this. The young man had lost his virginity to Yumi more than a year ago and the two continued having sex like rabbits in heat whenever one of them felt like it. The only thing one had to do was tell the other and their clothes would be off in a matter of seconds. There's something that can be said about two 16-year olds engaging in sexual acts, but Fuutarou considered himself mature enough to know that. Plus, it wasn't like Yumi didn't want to have sex with him either, because she clearly wanted him when they first did it.

Raiha may know about his hobby of collecting ero-doujins, but she had no idea that her older brother was actually having sex behind her back!

At a young age, the blonde delinquent had already attracted a lot of girls and made them fall for him just from looks alone, and one of them included his own childhood friend. It was quite bizarre that the two haven't made their relationship official yet because of how close they were, but Fuutarou himself spoke about it and he preferred that things between them should stay like this. He didn't want to be burdened with the responsibilities of being in a relationship right now, when he was already balancing his studies with his… hobbies. In Yumi's case, she had Class Rep duties and her own studies as well.

It was the same reason why Fuutarou had turned down every girl who tried to ask him out on a date.

Of course, Yumi didn't see anything wrong with it because it still meant that she would get a piece of him. Besides, it's not like she could say no when Fuutarou could make her beg for his cock anytime he wanted to.

The moment he heard footsteps approaching coming from the staircase behind him, Fuutarou stood up from the bench and simply waited. Moments later, Yumi Takebayashi walked out into the open before she stood before him, looking calm and composed even though she was clearly flustered from what's going to happen.

"You sure are a naughty girl, Yumi-chan. I can understand having sex at home, but doing it in school? I expected better from the Class Rep who's always strict with our classmates but in truth, you're nothing more than a slut who wants her pussy filled with cum," he remarked, grinning at the Class Rep who was shaking before him in anticipation and nervousness.

She could only nod, looking towards him with submissive eyes. "Y-Yes, I'm a slut. I'm your slut, Master."

Oh, and one thing that never changed when it came to his childhood friend was that she was as kinky and submissive as a street whore. It's probably why despite having done the deed with her countless times now, he was still eager to please her every time.

"We'll see about that. Strip."

Beneath her embarrassment, there was already a hint of arousal, excitement, and anticipation so as soon as Yumi heard the command from the blonde punk, she discarded the blazer around her waist and unbuttoned her uniform, taking it off next which left her in her white bra. She then took it off as well, exposing her breasts to the cold air. Afterwards, she bent down and gripped her skirt before pulling it off her along with her last remaining undergarment.

Despite focusing on his childhood friend almost entirely, Fuutarou could hear the sound of multiple footsteps from the staircase nearby which meant that people were here, but none of them walked out here in the open. He could already tell that something was up, because if someone was going up to the rooftop for some reason, they would show themselves here, but nobody walked out.

He could already tell what happened; Yumi must have told a few people downstairs that she was going to meet him here and since a girl's curiosity is a powerful thing, some of them must have went here to spy on them. It's most likely their classmates, or even some girls from other classes.

Eh, whatever.

There were more important things worthy of his attention, like his childhood friend who finally took off her skirt and panties, leaving her completely naked for him.

"You know what to do."

Yumi nodded, walking towards him and getting on her knees facing his crotch. The dark-haired girl wasted no time and undid his belt as well as the button on his pants, revealing his boxers. Yumi could already feel her own arousal leaking out of her cunt and flowing down her thighs. In a matter of minutes, she could easily create a puddle of her own juices and just the thought of it made the girl all the more excited.

The girl proceeded to pull down his pants and boxers, finally revealing his cock to his childhood friend. It even slapped her in the face due to how big he was, and he was still soft right now. This action caused several loud gasps in the direction of the staircase, which obviously blew the cover of the girls who poorly tried to conceal their presence. In fact, they all forgot about hiding at this point, now standing in the open just to have a glimpse of his member. Fuutarou even noticed one of the girls in the neighboring class, Maya Tsubaki, standing among them in shock.

He could already feel the gazes of the girls nearby, but Fuutarou didn't stop his childhood friend. If they wanted to watch, they were free to do so. If they wanted to join, then they can ask. It's not like he and Yumi were dating. He may have turned down girls when they tried asking him out, but this was different. There were no responsibilities involved in having sex, just pleasing your partner and making them feel like they're in heaven, and Fuutarou considered himself to be a pro in that area.

Fuutarou was a pervert, after all.

Whether or not Yumi noticed the other girls watching them right now was a mystery, because she immediately stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his rod a few times before taking in his length into her mouth. The dark-haired woman then began to work on bringing her childhood friend to full mast right in front of an audience. None of the girls around them looked away from the scene, their eyes solely fixated on the naked Class Rep pleasing the blonde delinquent with her mouth.

Fuutarou ran his fingers through Yumi's dark locks and grabbed a fistful, spearing his cock into her mouth faster than before, wanting to give those girls standing nearby a better show. If they came here to watch, then he'll make them watch as he dominates their Class Rep into submission.

All of them were transfixed, flustered, and becoming aroused all at the same time. A few of them were already touching themselves through their uniforms, while some simply watched with a huge blush on their faces. If he wanted to, Fuutarou could just invite them to join Yumi in servicing him, but that's not how he worked. He preferred it if girls ask him for such a thing, not the other way around.

Oh well, his attention was needed elsewhere anyway.

The moment he felt that he was as erect as he could possibly be, Fuutarou held Yumi by her hair, pulling her off his cock which stopped her from her actions, and causing her to look up at him curiously.

"That's enough. Put your hands on the wall there and stick your butt out," he ordered, pointing to the wall behind the staircase, ignoring the girls standing around it.

Yumi quickly complied and did what she was told to do, heading back to the bench by the wall and planting her hands on the cold surface, before sticking out her ass, now on full display for Fuutarou. For a moment, the other girls who were gathered around panicked because they've been caught in the act of peeping on them but to their absolute surprise, the Class Rep of 2-1 didn't even acknowledge their existence, her mind too clouded in lust to care about other people at this point.

Fuutarou followed the girl where she was, his cock in hand and throbbing in excitement. His gaze darted towards Yumi's dripping pussy, which was glistening with her juices, as he grabbed her hips and slammed inside. The girl cried out in surprise from being penetrated, before she was reduced to a moaning mess by the quick and powerful thrusts delivered to her by her lover.

Aside from Yumi's moans filling the entire rooftop area, the rest of it was quiet. None of the other girls moved from their respective places as they watched Yumi Takebayashi get defiled by what is probably the first cock they've ever seen. A few of them didn't even seem like they were breathing, but they were definitely staring. Fuutarou relished the attention, making him grin wildly and put in more power behind his movements.

He could already tell that a few of them were going to talk to him in private after this and he will deal with those in time because for now, his childhood friend needed his attention. After a few minutes of thrusting back and forth, he suddenly stopped. Yumi whimpered at the sudden loss of pleasure, before yelping when Fuutarou wrapped her long hair around his hand and pulled it back, forcing her back to arch up. He even grabbed her left arm with his free one, leaving her with only her right arm to keep her supported against the wall.

The other girls couldn't take it anymore as layers of clothing could be seen all over the rooftop, leaving the females either half-naked or fully bare and began to masturbate and touch themselves to the sinful act of debauchery in front of them.

Suffering orgasm after orgasm afterwards, Yumi kept on being thoroughly plowed by Fuutarou from behind, her eyes rolled up, tongue lolling out of her mouth, and her saliva dripping in a shameful ahegao look. Fuutarou felt her pussy clench around his cock every time she climaxed, but he never stopped moving. His balls slapped against her ass with every second passing by and when he finally felt his orgasm approaching, Fuutarou pulled her hair back even more so that her back was against his chest as he exploded inside of her.

Yumi cried out loudly as she felt Fuutarou's hot cum enter her, continuing for a few seconds before her head dropped, leaving her as nothing more than a moaning and panting mess, physically exhausted and in dire need of a quick rest.

Once Fuutarou felt his climax end, he slowly pulled out of his childhood friend and let her fall back against him for support. He carried her towards the bench where he let her lie down and rest for a bit, as he tucked his cock back into his boxers and pulled up his pants. He then picked up Yumi's clothes and placed them beside her, before he checked on the girls who were supposedly watching them.

They… didn't last long. Seriously, all of them were already lying on their backs after likely having one orgasm while panting deeply in exhaustion. Just the sight of them being like this made him shake his head in amusement. If they were like this while watching two people go at it, then what would happen if they were in that position themselves? Will they faint before he even reaches his climax? Will they be too sensitive?

Of course, he wasn't going to make the first move just to find out the answer to those questions. It all depends on who approaches him first.

«-x-X-x-»

Fuutarou sat with Yumi for lunch, being content with a pair of sandwiches and a bottle of orange juice while the girl helped herself to a bowl of hot udon and iced tea. While he had enough money in his wallet to buy a better meal than what he had, Fuutarou was quite content with something quick and easy to consume instead of splurging on a heavy meal that will inevitably bite him back in the ass if he ate it.

While he was eating his sandwich in peace, his childhood friend seemed unable to eat without receiving stares from several directions. Yumi felt like she was being watched by a lot of people, which was what she should have felt when Fuutarou and her had sex on the rooftop earlier this morning. It was the same feeling ever since their classes started too, only now the intensity of those stares seemed to have tripled due to the amount of people in the cafeteria.

"Ugh… this is embarrassing…" Yumi groaned out, failing to concentrate solely on eating her food despite her best attempts to do so. How could she not be embarrassed? Her image as a responsible and competent Class Rep was basically ruined when they fucked in front of an audience earlier, and it's impossible for her to take it all back at this point. She was only lucky that none of their teachers seemed to have knowledge about what happened, but the same can't be said for those girls who happened to have a front-row seat at watching her get railed by her childhood friend.

"I hope you don't blame me for that," he pointed out with a deadpan expression. "You were the one begging me to do you while we were on the way to school. You didn't have any problems when I gave a hint that we were going to do it on the roof, either."

"I'm not," she sighed deeply, her blush finally toning down after taking a few deep breaths. "It's just… really embarrassing that we did… 'that' while there were people watching us…"

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, those girls were pretty jealous of you earlier. After we were done, they were all lying on the ground after masturbating while watching us," he explained, much to the girl's shock. "Now, I'll just be waiting for one of them to ask me to meet them in private because I can tell from their looks that they want a piece of me. At the very least, neither of us will get in trouble with any of our teachers if those girls remember keep their mouths shut."

Yumi puffed her cheeks and looked away at the mere mention of other girls. She didn't consider herself to get jealous easily, but it was definitely annoying when her blonde master was actively hoping to have sex with other girls and not just her, like some protagonist of a harem anime. Did she lack something? Wasn't she good enough? Did Fuutarou want someone more submissive?

"Sometimes I wonder why I can't just ask you to be my boyfriend just so you can stop talking about fucking other girls…" she mumbled angrily.

"Because you know that I'll say 'no' before you even ask, and you know the reason why. What's the big deal anyway? It's never bothered you before, so why are you being jealous now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in concern.

"Because it's going to be annoying when the girls who saw us start begging you to fuck them," she replied in an annoyed tone, continuing to pout at him. "Seriously, it was just us up until now…"

"Jeez, it's not like I'm going anywhere," he sweat-dropped. Yumi had never been jealous like this, even when other girls have tried to ask him out on dates or to be their boyfriend. "Have you forgotten that I literally live at the house next to yours If you want to have sex so badly, just ring our doorbell and I'll answer it."

Yumi shook her head and shifted her attention back to her udon, not feeling bothered by other students' stares anymore. "Doesn't make it less annoying, Fuutarou-kun."

Fuutarou almost wanted to groan, but before he could say anything else in response to Yumi's words, a new voice had interrupted their conversation and forced the two childhood friends to turn their heads almost immediately.

"Excuse me, can I sit with you two?"

MINASAN, YONDE KURETE ARIGATŌ! AISHITEMAAAAASUUUUU! *starts playing air guitar*

-Lance