Overture

Yuuki Kagami opens his eyes, he's lying on a double-bed, in a bedroom with furniture and decorations quite…feminine. A boy sleeps in a room meant for female, definitely out of place just like a rainforest located among polar glacier.

"Saturday morning, what I'm going to do to make a good use of this day?" Self-asking, Yuuki gets up, organizes the bedsheet and the quilt, then moves out to the bathroom for brushing teeth and washing face. Still resisting the withdrawal symptom commonly known as "sleepy", he drags himself to the destination's door, without noticing the internal is lit.

Sliding the door open, Yuuki's sleepiness is instantaneously blown away as if being punched by a ferocious fist thrown from inside — well, not exactly a fist, but way more devastating, because:

1. He's in face-to-face with a young lady.

2. He's in face-to-face with a very beautiful young lady.

3. He's in face-to-face with a very beautiful young lady with flawless skin of snowiness, large and blue-colored eyes, silky straight hair of purple that reaches her knees, statue-surpassing curvaceous legs and torso, plus mammoth breasts.

4. He's in face-to-face with a very beautiful young lady with flawless skin of snowiness, large and blue-colored eyes, silky straight hair of purple that reaches her knees, statue-surpassing curvaceous legs and torso, plus mammoth breasts. More importantly, she's in nude, obviously for just taken a bath, as his lungs are immediately filled with a variety of aromas of femininity and bath-spices.

Awkward silence, then both of them scream and turn around to run as if being startled by a Xenomorph.

In the dining room, Yuuki and the young lady whose name is Ayana Kakinozaka, are sitting in opposite sides of the breakfast-laden table, atmosphere is embarrassingly silent. Minutes later, Ayana speaks first: "I'm terribly sorry! I forgot Yuuki-san is here…"

"I'm the one who should be sorry! It's me to be forgetful…" Yuuki hurriedly to take the responsibility, however internally he thinks: "Of course you should be sorry, it's your fault to let me end up here."

One day earlier, Otorinashi Academy, the same campus Yuuki attends as a student and Ayana works as a teacher.

Inside the headmaster's office, the headmaster — a strict-looking woman wearing glasses, rubs her temple like she's having a headache, while Yuuki and Ayana are standing uneasily in front of her desk.

"You mistook Yuuki Kagami for a girl and assigned him to the girl's dormitory?" Headmaster asks as if being told a bad joke.

"I'm so sorry! When I saw the name 'Yuuki', I thought it's a girl…" Ayana answers like a little girl got caught for stealing candies from kitchen, rubbing both thighs against each other and poking fingertips of both index fingers against each other. Well, she is a little girl from a certain point of view, since despite being a teacher, she's only eighteen-years-old, but the experience of major education abroad enabled her to enter job market prematurely as a teacher. Speak of premature, her body is overly-matured, and is further amplified by the uniform: Long, curvy legs wrapped in the white, semi-transparent pantyhose; sensually-round and firm hips hidden the brown short skirt; a light-pink shirt extraordinarily stresses out her slender waist and flat belly that make others to wonder they may break if not carefully handled, as well as the most signature physiological feature of hers — the massive and lofty bosom seemly sized and weighted like melons, making the shirt being very strained around them. Guess it's not a good idea to let Ayana to be a teacher after all, because boys will have big troubles to concentrate during classes, you know what I mean.

"I don't mean to accuse you Ayana-sensei, but I do think you could at least check the photo beside my name." Yuuki almost face-palms himself. A body of a goddess with a brain of an idiot, what a shame!

Headmaster: "So what now? Both boy and girl's dorms are just renovated, rooms and beds are arranged exactly according to the quantities of both genders. There's no place for Yuuki Kagami in boy's dorm and it's too late to add one."

"That's fine. I can go for the old-fashioned solution: Renting a room outside. It should be plenty of options around." Yuuki has a big heart. After all, complaining about something already done won't do any good.

"But it might be inconvenient for many things…" Ayana objects: "…like laundries and meals…"

"Don't worry, I'm quite good in housekeeping." Yuuki shrugs: "I used to live alone in a rented room during my years of junior high school, no biggie."

Headmaster: "Sorry to pop the bubble, but residences for rent near our school are very expensive in general, the rental may eat up 60% to 70% of your monthly budget. You really okay with that?"

"Well, life will find a way." Yuuki shrugs again: "I can search for more affordable options in further areas."

"With dramatically increased inconvenience." Headmaster doesn't share his optimism.

Suddenly Ayana, being silent for a while, expressed her thought: "Excuse me, may I suggest a solution?"

Both the student and the headmaster look at the teacher in unison: "Go ahead please."

"Yuuki-san can live with me. My house is near and it has spare rooms."

"An astute suggestion." Headmaster nods with approval: "She can take care of you in both in living and in studying. What's your opinion?"

"Please, Yuuki-san, let me do something to make up my mistake." Ayana looks at the boy like a little girl is beseeching for a teddy bear from her father.

"Definitely agreed." Yuuki answers after a quick competition in his mind: Living alone in a place far from school, or living with a goddess-grade character in a place near school and having someone helping him in doing many things. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see which option is superior.

"Thank you! Yuuki-san! Thank you so much!" Ayana leaps to Yuuki and hugs him like a little girl just being told by her father that her wish is granted.

"Chill out sensei, chill out." Yuuki, under siege of the unprecedented feminine warmth and fragrances, struggles not to give in his masculine instincts: "Don't tell me you hug everyone who concurs with you."

"Then it's settled. Yuuki Kagami will live with Ayana Kakinozaka. If there's any problems, let me know."

"Thank you ma'am." Yuuki and Ayana bow in unison and leave the office together.

So after Friday's school, also the first day of the 10th grade, Yuuki moves to Ayana's place — a single-story house in a secluded yard, not exactly five-star, but cozy enough. The house itself is too large for someone who lives alone, as it comes with multiple spare bedrooms, even has a bathtub capable of rivaling a small swimming pool in size, let alone a real swimming pool in the yard. To be honest, Yuuki quite likes Ayana's residence and further ascertains he made the right choice. On the other hand, he can't help to wonder the details of her family, since she tells him this place is given by her parents as the present of her 18th birthday. "So I happen to live with an o-hime-sama (princess) of a prominent family." He thinks: "Not going to infringe Ayana-sensei's privacy, but I do hope to know more in future."

Back to the present day. "Do Yuuki-san have any plans for today?" When they're clearing the table and washing dishes after breakfast, Ayana asks.

"Yes I do. I wanna walk around in the town to smell flowers, and to familiarize the surrounding. You know I'm new to here."

"I see." Ayana seems to be a little disappointed: "I think I'm going to do some shopping in downtown. Be careful out there."

"You too, and enjoy the shopping."

So Yuuki leaves for a walk-around and a survey of environment. Nice weather for early April and pretty sweet town for his standard. There're schools, institutions, museums, parks and convenient stores in the uptown, traffic is not busy too, tranquil and denizen-friendly, he will pay visits to these places when he has more time. Moving through blocks, he reaches the downtown, where the sight is very different: Ceaseless cars, crowded people, and high-rises lined up one after another. He chooses the largest building, where a plaza is built-in, to have a more detailed look.

Like most plazas, the first floor is mainly dedicated to jewels and make-ups, the second floor is primarily female clothing, and the third floor…wait a sec, Yuuki spots someone familiar, and she is in trouble.

Ayana, who happens to shop in the second floor, is struggling to get rid of a generic, forgettable, no-good male who attempts to flirt with her. Despite her constant refusal, the flirter doesn't give up. Well, given the young lady's assets, that's completely comprehensible.

"Sorry, I told you I already have a boyfriend." Ayana says and steps behind.

"Then where is he? C'mon lady, why don't join me? I can take you to some interesting places, it'll be a waste for a beauty like you to shop alone…" The flirter presses on and is dangerously close to corner her, to make physical contacts with her tender, delicate hands and gigantic, protruding chest.

Pats on shoulder. The flirter turns around to see who's disrupting his scheme of exploiting the sheep, and it turns out to be the sheep's shepherd. "What do you want to do to my girl?" Yuuki asks.

"Yuuki-san!" Ayana is in awe, as if a little girl who lost her way, is found by her parent.

"She's your girlfriend?" The flirter is unconvinced.

"Yes she is." Yuuki walks up and shields Ayana behind him: "Now you can go away."

"You're not good enough to her! She'll be mine!" Angered, the flirter throws a fist to the young lady's protector. Then fist contacts with flesh, Yuuki's fist and flirter's flesh, the direct outcome is the latter, suffering from the unexpected physical trauma, crouches to floor like a disabled robot.

"Let's go." Yuuki leads Ayana, who constantly apologizes to the flirter for the beating, away from the spot. The flirter doesn't respond for it'll take quite a while for him to recover from this one.

Yuuki is waiting outside the ladies room, uneasily, with feet tapping the floor. "It's almost ten minutes, what's she doing inside? I know a girl needs more time for using a restroom, but never expect to be this long…" After the previous incident, a grateful Ayana asks if they can shop together, and he agrees. Since it's almost the time for lunch, they find themselves a restaurant nearby to replenish themselves, then she excuses herself for some "private affairs".

"Sorry for the waiting, Yuuki-san." Finally Ayana comes out, and she looks…a little strange, for the obvious blush on her cheeks, and she seems trembling when walking.

"Are you alright?" Yuuki asks with concern, after all, he cares about her, even they just knew each other for less than 24 hours.

"I'm fine. Thank you so much, Yuuki-san." Ayana takes a deep breath, as if calming herself down from a strenuous exercise.

"You're welcome. Where should we go from here?" The boy asks a stupid question — seriously, asking a girl for where to shop in a grand plaza?

Once again, Yuuki is waiting for Ayana to come out, instead this time she's in a fitting chamber affiliated to a fashion shop. He knows this brand, quite famous for being expensive, which further ascertains him to think his teacher is from a prominent family.

"Yuuki-san, how do I look in this?" Curtain is slid aside, revealing Ayana in a white longuette. She turns for 360 degrees to let him to have a better observation: A design combining sleeveless, décolleté and halterneck, shoulder-straps and neckline are decorated by frills, another set of straps form a titled cross in the front and on the back respectively, not to mention the upper half of the garment ideally fits with her curvaceous torso.

"A perfect match, you and the dress." Yuuki presents his verdict while talking internally: "Ouch, don't know where I should focus my sight. Anywhere is too excitatory."

"Thank you, Yuuki-san." A happy Ayana immediately tells saleswoman she's buying.

In following hours, the two visit different stores together, and the boy is treated by a dazzling fashion show. "Someone says clothes are not for wearing, but for appreciating, now I believe he's right." Thinking so, Yuuki can't help to smile: "And who says shopping with a female is a torment? Every shop we visit is a fortune! Every costume she puts on is a banquet! I love shopping with a young, pretty female!" But soon he regrets his opinion, for the upcoming store is for…lingerie, also known as "one of the most sacred and forbidden places for males beside female shower room and female changing room".

"I think I should stay outside." A heavily-blushing Yuuki glances at the colorful brassieres and panties of different designs and sizes lined up for sale like empty husks waiting to be inserted with souls, insists.

"Why? Yuuki-san don't want to be my consultant this time?"

Yuuki doesn't know how to respond. Is she really this air-headed or acting like this air-headed? He sincerely hopes it's the latter, otherwise her personal security is a seriously issue. After a few rounds of persuading and rejecting, finally Ayana agrees to enter the male-forbidden land alone. Relieved, Yuuki pats on his heart: "Definitely not going in, or Ayana-sensei may ask me to help her to wear the bras, and if they happen to be front-closure…I'm not sure I can hold myself from becoming a beast."

The sun is setting on horizon. Having finished shopping, Ayana and Yuuki are going home, walking on the streets of uptown with bags and packages in hands. As they're nearing the destination, suddenly the young lady giggles.

"Feel happy?"

"Yes, very. Because Yuuki-san."

"In that case, I'm flattened."

"I mean it." Ayana suddenly runs forward for a few meters and turns around to face the boy: "This is the best Saturday I ever had. Because Yuuki-san came to my rescue when I was in trouble like a knight in shining armor."

"Kinda exaggerated. But since you say so, well, at least my armor is not rusty."

"Not only that. I visited many stores with Yuuki-san and Yuuki-san gave me many ideas about selecting. This is my first time of shopping with a boy, and it turns out to be so joyful. I can't describe how grateful I am."

"You're welcome. Actually I never spend my shopping time with a girl before, I have to admit it's quite enjoyable."

The two smile to each other understandingly, before resuming their journey home. Being accompanied by a decent companion is always happier than being alone, right?

In the kitchen, Ayana and Yuuki are preparing dinner. She proposed to all the works by herself, but Yuuki insisted he should be the one to make the meal, then they decided to cooperate, dividing the necessary tasks accordingly.

Yuuki is stir-frying raw cuisine materials in the pan, Ayana is peeling potatoes, their coordination is smooth…until suddenly she exclaims as water shoots from a broken tap.

"Yuuki-san I'm sorry! It just…" Ayana attempts to stop the water by holding the tap, however the boy has a better idea: He turns off fire, holds the tap for her, after telling her to turn off the master switch of water supply.

"This should do it." Minutes later, Yuuki is fixing a new tap into position: "Hand me the wrench over there."

"This one?" Ayana turns to get what he wants, overlooking she's stepping on a small patch of water on the floor yet to be wiped.

"Sensei watch out!" Too late, the young lady slips and loses balance, a hard crash is imminent. Thinks and acts fast, Yuuki drops tools and makes a great leap forward, catching her just in time. Now the two are locked in a rather interesting posture — similar configuration can be found in the famous 1967 re-release poster of 1939 film adaptation of Gone with the Wind.

Time seems frozen, both Yuuki and Ayana seem frozen too, they stare directly into each other's eyes, blushing like tomatoes, until thinking such status has lasted for too long.

Yuuki: "…shall we finish repairing the tap and resume cooking?"

Ayana: "…yeah…"

After all the events, finally it's time to sleep the rest of the Saturday over. In the bedroom, Yuuki lies on the double-bed and is reminiscing what he went through during the past hours. "I never understand where the fate goes, but somehow I believe I will enjoy living here." Chuckling, he bids goodnight to the world and relocates his thought into dreams.

At the same time, Ayana soaks herself, or more precisely, soaks herself to shoulders, with hair bound into a large bun behind her head, in the bathtub filled with hot water and bath-spices, and is also reminiscing what happened earlier. "Yuuki-san…you're so cute." The beautiful young lady blushes — obviously not because — at least not completely because the heat of the water. Heart-enchanted, she giggles and pours water to shoulders by hands, playfully.

Sunday morning. Yuuki is walking down the corridor, stretching and yawning: "What's the first thing on today's 'to do list'? Oh yeah, laundering. Disposing the dirty ones into the baskets, then harvesting the washed and dried ones from the racks, after sorting…" Opening the door of laundry room, his sleepiness is once again blown to the outer limit of the space in less than one second, the reason is self-explanatory:

1. Ayana is standing right in front of him.

2. Ayana is standing right in front of him, and is putting on her undies taken from the racks.

3. Ayana is standing right in front of him, and is putting on her undies taken from the racks. The process is half-completed since the pants is on, but the bra is not and is being held in her hands.

4. Ayana is standing right in front of him, and is putting on her undies taken from the racks. The process is half-completed since the pants is on, but the bra is not and is being held in her hands, which means her breasts are exposed as well as every inch of her skin outside the pants' coverage, and the air is lingered with intoxicating redolence, feminine and milky.

Awkward silence, history tends to repeat itself, with some variations.