Hi, hi!

T.I.F coming in with the news that happened between last update and now.

First, if you have read my note in the first chapter of "Flowers", you may remember that I was suffering through Writer's Block for the next couple of chapters. I knew what I wanted to put in, but I didn't know how much to put in for each chapter. So, for a few days, I decided to force myself to take a break from the fic until I could find the places for separation.

And wrote another story instead.

Second, I have been working on expanding my writing by focusing on details. I've been feeling like the previous chapters have been sort of rushed because I get excited when I see the end of my chapter on the horizon. Expect longer chapter now because expansion attempts.

Third, Ha ha ha ha...The world has changed since February. I went from being on a college campus for most of the week to sitting at home on my computer and PS4 until my hands hurt. I never took an online class in my life and now I have to take all of them in my last semester on an unfamiliar platform in the middle of the year. My ADHD is not helping at all with this sudden change. Also feel like I have more to work on now...

That's all I have to say for now. Bye Bye! Stay safe and at home until further notice if you can.


A week after the twins' Shokugeki, Yuki made the proclamation that it was time for the dorm to prepare for the Moon Banquet festival. It was still about a month away but seeing that they had the down time before midterms she decided to take advantage of it.

As soon as the subject left Yuki's lips, Isshiki became ecstatic. Their senior danced around the common room, throwing ideas for a dorm stand. Murmurs of agreement and suggestions rippled through the residents. They had like their results from last year and had no qualms on doing the same thing this year.

"Um…"

Well, most of them had no qualms.

"I'm going to do my own stand again." Yukihira announced.

Silence followed his words, and Isami, who had been fiddling with his slightly tight sleeve, felt the mood shift into something darker. A flash of orange came to stand in front of the red head.

"What?" Yuki seethed. "You're doing this again?"

"Yup!" Yukihira grinned, but the smile held just a smidge less sureness. Even he knew the danger he was walking into.

There was a rule that the boys in Polar Star tried to follow, and that was to never piss off the females. Usually, it wasn't hard to do so since all three of the girls had default upbeat personalities and kept up with the antics of the male majority. They even insisted that Isami and Takumi call them by their first names since they were all family.

But boys like to test their limits, and sometimes go too far. Those were the moments when the girls turned into monsters.

Woe on any male who managed to get them angry.

Isami had learned the hard way to disappear when that happens. Ryoko had been chiding Takumi and Soma for using the ingredients in a shokugeki that she had been saving when Isami accidently walked in the room to get water. She immediately got mad at him because he allows Takumi to roam free whenever he's in a mood.

Isami was smart enough to apologize, slip out of the room when she was distracted, and stayed in his room the next time he heard one of the girls yelling.

Because of the mutual fear, if all the girls agreed on something for the dorm, it happened.

But Yukihira was reckless, often to the point of stupidity. If he could, he would charge straight through the gates of the Underworld with a stupid grin in on his face.

"I kind of agree with Yukihira. I wouldn't mind having my own stand again."

Of course, Takumi would be right behind the redhead to journey through Hell.

Isami exhaled through his nose. He knew that he was going to be part of Takumi's stand. The loyalty to his brother was too great to allow the blond to go too far into trouble, even if it left the brunet in undesirable positions. Last festival had been an example of that. One of Takumi's fangirls had overheard the blond's musings about wanting to join the festival and had boldly announced that she would get her friends to help him out. Of course, he had agreed on the spot. Isami had not been there to stop him and it was already set up by the time he had caught wind of it.

"Nii-chan, that's going to be a lot of people." He had warned.

"She only said her friends." Takumi brushed off the warning. "I think they'll be no more than five."

Isami had wished his brother's ignorance had been correct.

The next day, the girl had returned, followed by an army of fangirls. Takumi, shocked that he had accidently amassed such devoted fangirls, had looked towards him for help. Isami, after an 'I-told-you-so' look, was nice enough to oblige.

The days of the festival were the days Isami gained a dislike to his brother's fan club.

It followed the same pattern that his second-year fall assignment did: the stall was a success, but it didn't feel like he was part of the team. Other than conversing to get things moving, the members of the fan club ignored him. It was fine by him, but it still left him in a gloomy mood.

Takumi eventually caught on to his low spirits and had chalked it up to just the stress of running the stand. Seeing that they were quite stable in their funds, Takumi decided to close up shop early on the last day. His excuse to their partners was because he wanted to check out the other stalls. It didn't take long for Isami to realize the path they had taken would have them end up by Yukihira's stall.

"They're having trouble." Takumi noticed when they reached it.

"We should help them, Nii-chan."

Takumi had not replied, but Isami clearly noticed the strut that his brother had taken up as they got closer. Isami rolled his eyes at his brother's dramatic throat clearing to get Yukihira's attention and 'accidently' ruined his brother's entrance by getting straight to work. They had customers to serve, after all.

Even though he had been working harder at Yukihira's stand than at his own, Isami could feel his mood lifting. He didn't feel like just an asset. He was among friends who wanted him around instead of complete strangers who they had to be around him because he was their idol's brother.

He wanted to feel that way again.

"Nii-chan." He brought himself back from the memory, eyes focusing on the blond.

"Hm?" Takumi paused his heated conversation with Yuki and Yukihira to acknowledge him, causing them to look over at him as well.

"I don't want to do our own stand this year."

Whoever had not paying attention to him sure as hell were now. It was rare to see the younger twin go against his older brother's plans. Sure, sometimes Isami would persuade Takumi to make other choices like he did when it came to the choice to move into the dorm, but a straight 'no' was unheard of.

Takumi seemed surprised as well, as it took him a few moments to say anything past an 'uh'. Isami took that moment to explain himself.

"It's just that I see where everyone is coming from. This is our last year with everyone, and I don't know what paths everyone is going to take in our final year and a dorm stand might even happen next year. I want both of us to help out our friends, but if you are adamant on having your own stand…" Isami dropped his gaze to the floor, steeling himself for the choice he had made.

"I won't help you this time."

Silence followed his words. A small part of him felt guilty for leaving his brother out to dry for his own selfish reasons. However, if he was to surpass his brother's shadow, he needed to not stand by him all the time.

"That goes for me, too, Soma." Megumi's voice instinctively made him look back up. His girlfriend had been sharing the couch with Ryoko a few feet away from his position on the floor. Right now, she had pushed herself off from the armrest she had been leaning on and now was sitting up. Once she noticed him staring at her in wonder, she smiled at him. "I want everyone to work together as well." Isami could feel the tension lessen in the room as a stupid smile creeped up his face. Megumi always had a power to calm people down. Even Kurokiba in his 'berserk mode' would slightly back off when it came to her.

He had to force himself to look away from her. He had plenty of other chances to admire her later. Instead, he gazed in his brother's direction. Yuki wasn't looking nearly as pissed as she had been earlier, but she was still glaring at the guys in front of her. Said guys both taken on serious expressions, uncharacteristically silent.

It was Takumi who spoke first.

"You always humor me, brother, when it comes to my ideas. It's only fair that I do the same for you."

"So, does that mean you'll join us after all?" Yuki asked.

Takumi nodded.

"Well, with that logic," Yukihira sighed. "I guess I will join after all as well."

"All this drama to end up going with the original plan." Ibusaki grumbled, but he had a small smile on his face as the other Polar Star members cheered.

"It's to be expected." Isshiki patted the smoke master's shoulder. "We are Polar Star, after all."


Midterms rolled around two weeks later.

At Totsuki, midterms were just to be feared as the finals that their cooking classes had, the only difference being that midterms were applied toward the non-cooking classes. Even though Totsuki was a culinary focused school, it still was a school. That meant that there was still pressure to pass the classes required of every student in Japan. Seeing that the school expels anyone at a drop of a hat when it came to anything culinary, there was a need to have a safety net made up of good grades if that worst-case scenario came to pass.

However, Totsuki was a culinary school, and students usually placed any classes not having to do with hands-on cooking on the back burner in order to focus on more challenging activities that were thrown at them during the year. Unfortunately, that strategy only caused the same students to panic once test time came around and they realize how far behind they had fallen in core classes and how little time they had left to catch up.

Isami managed to be one of the few people in Polar Star to not take that method. For one, he wasn't overly competitive, and his focus went to more towards studying than trying to be at the top like more than half of the school was trying to do. The only Shokugekis he would do were with Takumi since the younger Aldini rarely had challenges of his own. His memory and observation skills were also higher than most teens his age, things that his parents had honed in him when he was young and starting to help in the Trattoria. Because of that fact, he was able to retain the information that was taught in class much easier than his peers. All in all, Isami felt pretty confident with his ability to pass his classes.

Takumi, however, was not confident at all.

Up until the events at the end of last winter, Takumi was able to walk the same middle path with Isami when it came to schoolwork. However, the blond started to drift off to the sides once Yukihira showed up in their lives. It wasn't bad at first, as Takumi's rivalry was almost one sided and the days that he didn't see the redhead were the days he made himself study. What made Takumi lose his balance completely was when he was suddenly thrusted into the Elite Ten.

Maybe it wouldn't have been as bad if Takumi had gotten in on normal terms, slowly getting used to the workload and the sudden mass of enemies vying for his position. However, that was not what had happened, and the blond had to immediately help clean up the mess Nakamura had made of the school. The job was so great that Takumi had opted to not go home that winter or the past summer, something that he had not done since they had transferred over in middle school. To make sure that the blond would not go overboard, Isami stayed in Japan as well. There were times during those first few months when he had to force his brother to stay at home because he had been up all night because of stress or to make sure that he ate at least lunch with him during classes.

Eventually, things did get easier for Takumi, and Isami finally backed off enough to allow someone else to take over in lowering his brother's tension. That person was Yukihira. It didn't take long for Isami to realized that the relationship between the two had changed. Yukihira had become more receptive of Takumi. Instead of brushing off the blond when something else distracted him, the redhead would try to bring his focus back to the conversation that they had started. Takumi had also dropped the animosity he had with Yukihira, now chasing him as a friendly rival almost like he would with his brother when they had their occasional competitions against each other.

However, there was something true in the phrase 'too much of a good thing'. Takumi, and probably Yukihira, have been slowly getting carried away with the frequency of their matches. First, they had been under the pretense of the possession of the mezzaluna, but ever since they had moved to the dorms, they just battle for fun, cutting into the precious free time they had.

Isami knew that his brother was worried about something when their morning run went on a little longer than usual. Exercising had been another thing that their parents had pushed onto them, claiming that chefs had to be fit enough to keep up in the kitchen. Their exercise routine also served as an alternative stress relief when they could not focus on food. It was only when Isami gently told his twin about the time that Takumi had blurted that he was worried about his tests and shyly asked for help.

Had the blond not have immediately followed his misgivings with the admittance that it was his fault for pushing off other schoolwork for so long, the younger twin would had leaned towards letting his brother figure his own way through the exams. After taking the run back home to think, Isami had agreed to help his brother study under the deal that Takumi would not participate in any more Shokugekis until midterms were over and that he would limit them to make time for studying. Takumi reluctantly agreed.

Isami did not have to make any big changes to his own schedule. Part of the reason why he seemed more at ease than most of the dorm was because he already studied for a couple hours every couple of days with Megumi. Even though most of their study sessions would be interrupted because of impromptu cuddling and other 'distractions', they would still get a fair amount done. All they had to do was move their study location from one of their rooms to the dining room and keep their hands off each other, which was easy to do when they sandwiched Takumi between them.

"Why are you guys flanking me?" The blond had asked, and Isami could see the faint panic in his girlfriend's eyes because they hadn't thought of another excuse. "It's not like I'm going to run away."

"Wanna bet?" Isami rolled with Takumi's reason, trying to keep his relief out of his voice. Then, as if the fates wanted to further bless the private couple, Yukihira's voice was heard from somewhere, and Takumi automatically stood up to pinpoint where. "See?" The brunet laughed, yanking at his brother's sleeve to make him sit down again.

"Th-that doesn't prove anything!" The blond huffed, red flooding his cheeks.

"Sure." Megumi simply said.

"You're taking his side?" Takumi whipped his head towards her, surprise evident in his voice. Megumi completely avoided the accusation, instead opening up her music app and settling for their usual lo-fi playlist.

"Let's get to studying, shall we?" She commented. It didn't take long for them to become absorbed in their work. Most of it was reading, the soft music filling the unusually silent room. Occasionally, they would take a break to compare notes if they shared the class, which was most of them.

"Oh, there you guys are." A voice startled them, breaking their concentration.

"Hey, Soma." Megumi greeted. Isami reached over to check the time on her phone, realizing around thirty minutes had passed. The brunet abstractedly unlocked her phone to pause the music, eyes landing on the redhead who still hadn't moved from the doorframe.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you guys."

"It's fine." Isami stretched. "We were due for a quick break."

"Does that mean I'm free?" Takumi asked jokingly.

"Ten minutes." Came Isami's immediate reply as he set a timer.

"Such generosity."

"Hey, you're the one who asked for help. Take it or leave it."

"Fine."

"Help?" Yukihira raised an eyebrow at the blond. "I didn't know that you were failing."

"I'm not failing. I just feel that I am not ready for next week." Takumi clarified. "They are just nice enough to help me. Well, Tadokoro is nice enough. My dear younger brother practically made me sign a contract before assisting me."

"It won't take me long to write up one if you want to sign one, nii-chan." Isami shook his notebook to emphasize his words. Megumi scoffed softly at her boyfriend's antics.

"What did he make you do?" Yukihira asked.

"I merely took away his distractions." Isami replied nonchalantly.

"Eh?"

"He told me that I can't do Shokugekis this week and to limit them after finals." Takumi explained.

Yukihira laughed, much to Takumi's annoyance.

"I'm sorry." Yukihira finally got out. "It's just that, I think Isami is hanging around Megumi too much because she did almost the same thing when I got sick."

"Similar tactics for similar people." The female muttered.

"I'm not as bad as him." Takumi muttered back.

Isami, meanwhile, silently marveled on how on the nose Yukihira's comment was about their companionship.

"Anyways, do you guys have time to try out a snack?" Yukihira asked. "Everyone else isn't here or holed up in their rooms. I swear, it's not disgusting!" He waved his hands at the dubious looks the other three shot him.

"Fine." Megumi answered for them.

They went into the kitchen where there were three plates of samples on the counter. They looked similar, only difference they had was the shade of green they had.

"Crackers?" Takumi picked one up from the pale green pile. Yukihira nodded.

"Each of them has a different vegetable as the main ingredient." He pointed at the cracker that Takumi had in his hand, and then at the other two plates in turn. "That's celery. The others are spinach and cabbage."

"Why those vegetables?" Isami asked.

"They were the first three I saw in the storage." Yukihira simply said.

Of course.

Megumi nudged him with her elbow. The bluenette was offering one of the cabbage ones, already chewing on her own with a satisfied expression on her face. Taking as a sign that it was safe to eat, Isami took it out of her hand with his teeth, enjoying her face turning pink. It was a fun game to tease her when they were in public with small gestures like this. Even though she would get embarrassed at the idea of being found out, she hadn't done anything that showed she was displeased with his subtle flirting. In fact, she did it right back, but would wait until they were alone to attack. Even now, he could see the faint promise of revenge in her gaze.

The phone he had given back to her on the brief walk to the kitchen then rang, telling them that the ten minutes had passed by.

"Already?" Yukihira whined. "You guys aren't done sampling yet. I want to know which one combination works better."

"Don't worry, we'll judge before we go." Megumi assured him.

It didn't take long for them to pick a winner and to toss some ideas about what foods to pair with each one. Before they went back to their table, Yukihira stopped them again.

"Can I join your study group?"

"Sure, but we are keeping you and my brother separated." Isami grinned, choosing to ignore the glare the blond shot him.

"Okay!" Yukihira chirped as he scampered off to find his textbooks. Once he came back, the four of them continued to work until the sounds of someone making dinner told them it was time to stop for the day. Over the few days, the rest of the dorm mates slowly joined them for their study sessions. Two days before the midterms had all eleven of them working in the dining room, which was a surprise to Isami because he was pretty sure he had never seen half of them do schoolwork in all the time that he knew them. Even Hayama came over once with the excuse of Jun kicking him out to socialize with his friends.

"I'll just stay with the half of you that doesn't drive me insane." He had said, sitting next to Ryoko, much to her delight.

Midterms eventually reared its ugly head, but Isami could feel that his friends were more than ready to defeat it. That proved true, as there was a sense of calm and accomplishment in the building the afternoon after the last exam.

Unsurprisingly, the dorm held another party the evening of the last exam.


The next night, Isami woke up pinned to his bed.

He knew it was late because the moon was not in front of his window anymore, but there was enough moonlight streaming in to make out the profiles of the contents of his room.

Including the blue haired girl resting on his arm, making it tingle from the slight blood loss.

Of course, it was uncomfortable, but he was more fascinated about how he managed to roll on his stomach when he was pretty sure he had fallen asleep spooning her. She also had moved, as her body was now facing him instead of the door. Hazily, he started to move his arm out from under her body, waking up a bit more when she started to stir.

Don't wake her up.

The thought made him stop long enough for her to settle. Once she had settled, he carefully continued until he managed to reclaim his arm. By the time the slightly painful experience of feeling returning to his arm had passed, he was too awake to fall back asleep immediately.

He decided to focus on the person who had inadvertently woke him up.

Since they started the group study sessions, he and Megumi had bumped up the frequency of sleeping together to nearly every night because it was about the only time they had to themselves. They would alternate rooms because Isami would go out on early runs with his brother three times a week and Takumi did not need to see him coming out of the wrong room. She would leave his room once they left the floor. The other nights would be spent in her room until they decided to get up or she was called via pipe by Isshiki to help outside. Other than the days when they ran, Takumi was not an early riser and Yukihira was a night owl so he always knocked out sometime after two in the morning and slept well after the sun rose. In other words, it was easy for them to sneak back to their assigned rooms. Last night had surprised him because she came into his room again. He thought that they were going to go back to infrequent sleepovers again like they had done before midterms.

"I see no reason to stop." She had explained when he had asked. "Besides, I like sleeping with you."

Of course, Isami had no complaints. Megumi's presence was always soothing to him. Many times he would grab her just to breathe in her earthy scent on particularly stressful days. Even right now he felt at peace just watching her. The moon had decided to shine most of its gentle light on her sleeping form, accentuating her soft features. Isami thought it was fitting for her to be bathed in moonlight. After all, she was a moon herself, a soft light brightening up a dark space with an even softer voice.

"Luna." He muttered.

"Hm?" The sleepy reply made Isami tensed up as his girlfriend slowly opened her golden eyes.

"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine." She yawned. "What were you talking about? Luna?"

"Ah." Isami shifted onto his side to face her, using his arm to prop his head up. "It means 'moon' in Italian. I was just thinking how much the moon reminds me of you." When she gave him a confused expression in return, he told her exactly what had been on his mind earlier. By the time he had finished, both of them were wide awake and sitting up on his bed.

"I don't think I'm that special to be compared to something like that." She muttered.

"It's the closest thing that I can compare you to since your beauty far exceeds everything."

"I-Isami!" She whispered harshly, now furiously blushing. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. A few beats of silence passed them by before Megumi shifted back to stare at him. He could tell that she was thinking of something. He didn't say anything to prompt her, though. He just watched until her gaze came back to him.

"I think you're like the sea." She finally said.

"Oh?" Out of all the things that he had expected her to say, a comparison was not one of them.

She nodded. "You're a calm sea. Refreshing on a hot day and relaxing to sit by on cooler days. But as friendly and inviting as you are, you still are very mysterious. After all, only the people who actively dive in know how deep and dangerous you are." She paused, taking in his mystified expression before waving her hands in front of her. "I mean dangerous like you have a hidden power like when you cook or when you do hand-to-hand combat with Takumi, not scary dangerous. Sorry. I'm still a bit tired and my words are not coming out they way I mean them and…" She stopped abruptly when Isami placed his hand on her cheek.

"The sea, huh?" He caressed her face.

"Yes," She murmured, calming down. "The sea."

Isami could feel pressure and excitement start to build up inside him. It was rare for him to be compared to anything in a positive light from people other than his family. Being likened with something like the sea made him feel elated.

"You're turning red." There was a hint of concern in Megumi's voice.

"I think I'm starting to know how you felt earlier." He replied.

"Hmph." She rolled her eyes before flopping onto her back. Her honey gaze settled on him again and Isami could see a spark of another emotion within them.

"Hey, Isami?" She asked after a short while.

He moved his head slightly to show that he was listening.

"If I'm the moon…can I pull the sea towards me?" She twiddled her fingers, watching for his reaction.

He instantly understood what she was saying. He moved from his own siting position to hover over the bluenette.

"You already do." He confirmed before leaning down to kiss her.

As soon as their lips met, Isami felt that it wasn't enough to sedate the growing excitement within him this time. Megumi seemed to think the same way, as she wrapped her arms around his bare torso in an attempt to pull him closer. He complied and ended up straddling her, somehow still keeping the connection between them. It was only when one of them needed air did they break apart.

After they took a few moments to catch their breath, Isami decided to work on Megumi's clothes. It did not take long for him to unbutton her top and immediately made a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone once the shirt disappeared. He lifted himself high enough to comfortably hold a breast in hand.

"Perfect fit." He marveled, brushing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. He could feel her quivering underneath from the touch. Chuckling at her antics, he gently placed one in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, not missing her soft moan. He entertained himself with her chest for a bit before he felt hands start to tug at his pants.

"Off." Megumi commanded, a sign that she was becoming impatient with his teasing.

"Only if yours come off as well." He countered, already lifting himself off to comply to her wish. They both ended up taking the rest of their clothes off. Before Isami could grab her again, the bluenette swung around and crawled towards his nightstand to dig in the drawer, giving a full view of her ass. Unable to control himself, he leaned forward to smack one of the pale cheeks hard enough for the spot to turn red. She paused and Isami could swear she could see a faint smile on her face. He wanted to confirm it but Megumi finally found what she was looking for. He caught the square packet she tossed at him with ease.

"Turn around and show me that beautiful ass again." He kept his voice low. He had picked up that Megumi got a bit more excited when he switched into that tone of voice. Sure enough, he saw her golden eyes shine as she obeyed him.

"Are you going to do the other side?" He heard her ask when he crawled up to her.

"Do you want me to?" He watched her expression. In the month and so that they had been dating, they only had sex a handful of times despite how often they shared a bed. They were still finding each other's limits and Isami did not want to do anything that she wasn't comfortable with. After a few heartbeats, Megumi nodded.

"Can't hear you." He teased as his hand brushed the unmarked skin.

"Yes." She said.

The brunet smirked as he immediately complied. "Now they match." He told her as he watched the spot turn red. Megumi look over her shoulder with an expectant expression. "Sorry." He squeezed both cheeks instead. "Don't need you too sore yet." His hand traced the curve of her behind until he got to her center.

"Merda" He swore. "How do you get so wet?" He placed two fingers inside and curled them, drawing out a whine from his girlfriend as he hit a sensitive spot. His other hand instinctively wrapped around his cock, reminding himself that he should the condom on before he completely lost himself.

"Isami?" She moaned when he moved out of her to do that.

"Hold on, mia Luna." He comforted her. "Protection."

He slid himself inside the moment he had finished, both sighing in contentment. He made himself wait until she got used to him before he started to move. This was a new position for them. Their usual position was missionary but tonight he simply wanted to look and play with her ass more. He grabbed two handfuls of the soft area, squeezing a little harder than he done before. The delightful sound of his girlfriend's moans filled his ears. One of the cons of going doggystyle was that he wasn't able to see her expressions of pleasure as he pumped into her.

Wait. He could change that.

He slipped out of her reluctantly and nudged her to flip over. He wasted no time entering her as soon as she settled, tilting her hips at an angle that prompted a louder moan of pleasure from her.

"Don't get too loud, mia Luna." He warned, leaning in to kiss a trail on her neck. "We do have neighbors."

"O-okay." She mumbled. Smirking, he gave another hard thrust at that angle again. He managed to cover her mouth with his that time as she squeezed around him.

"Faster…" She whined once she could talk again. Isami nodded and picked up the pace, reveling in the sight of the "angel of Polar Star" becoming undone because of him. Her face was flushed from exertion, her open mouth emitting unintelligible sounds as he picked up the speed of his thrusts, and her eyes started to cloud over from lust. He knew that many people would actually kill to see this side of the Tenth Seat. A surge of pride and possessiveness went through him. She was his and his alone. No one else would make her feel like this. He reached over and roughly kissed her, which she returned with the same intensity.

"You're mine." He growled. It seemed like that was the final straw for his girlfriend. She bucked her hips and let out a shuddering wail as she came. After a few more thrusts, he came as well, his head falling on her shoulder, their panting becoming synchronized as they started to recover their energy. A little while later, Isami slid out for the final time for the night to throw his trash in the can next to the bed. He'll take it out in the morning. Megumi was checking the time on his phone while he crawled back into the bed.

"It's a bit after three in the morning." She mumbled sleepily.

"Good. Not too late." Exhaustion was starting to hit him as well. He reached up to turn on the fan onto the lowest setting to help cool them off before he lay on his back on the mattress. He felt Megumi scoot up to him until she was able to place her upper body on his chest. They were still sweaty, but it didn't stop him from placing a cover over them.

"Isami." She murmured.

"Hm?"

"I'm glad that I'm yours."

"Same to you." He replied, too tired to do anything but to watch the slow rotation of the ceiling fan.

His internal clock did not give a damn that he was up late last night because he woke up just a few hours later to sunlight. His brain thankfully registered the weight on his stomach was his girlfriend quickly and this time he vowed to let her sleep for a little more. Megumi had left his phone on his bed so he was able to grab it this time. It was a little past six in the morning, more or less around the time he woke up. Maybe he'll wake her up-

His train of thought immediately cut off as he heard a noise from above him. He stiffened as a roof tile shifted and the face of Isshiki filled the gap.

"Oh." The older brunet was clearly shocked at what he saw below.

"Hi, Isshiki-senpai." Isami greeted him, trying to keep his own face neutral despite the slight panic inside him. He knew that they were eventually going to be caught by the roof-dwelling senior. It was just that he was hoping to go at least two months before it happened.

"I was wondering why she didn't answer when I called her room." The senior smiled. "Now I see why."

"Yeah. She's here." Isami looked back down at her, who thankfully covered with the blanket and still asleep. "We'll explain everything later. Just please, don't tell anyone else." He begged.

Isshiki chuckled. "Fine, fine. I won't." He started to back out. "Looking for to talking later." He said before replacing the roof tile. Isami waited until he heard him shuffle away before sighing.

He guessed now would be a good time to wake Megumi up.