Mashiro flopped down onto Sorata's bed (which was more like her bed now) face first, taking a deep breath of his scent. For some reason, she felt no motivation to do anything at all today, on a lovely Sunday afternoon. Not even draw.

She rolled around on her back and placed an arm on her forehead.

...

Eh...why not.

She thought as she fished out a Polaroid print of Sorata. This was the material that she 'used' yesterday night, even though Sorata was sleeping peacefully a few inches away from her. Her panties were discarded onto the floor, and she resumed the fantasy she had imagined yesterday, right after Sorata accidentally called her 'dear'.

"Mashiro...what are you doing?," a flustered Sorata said in her mind.

"You've been looking at Aoyama," she responded. "Now I'm going to punish you."

Mashiro pinned Sorata to the soft bed with a firm hand on his chest, and began to 'hot-dog' Sorata's erect monster between her butt-cheeks. She bit her hand in pleasure as she continued the foreplay, occasionally looking at the person under her seductively and leaning down to give him a sloppy, yet passionate kiss.

Mashiro gently inserted a finger into herself, imagining it was Sorata's penis she was riding. She couldn't help but exhale a breath of satisfaction. She wanted to masturbate this morning, but was interrupted by the need to go grocery shopping with Sorata and Aoyama. She felt the pent up sexual urges escape her, in the form of a long and audible moan.

"M-Mashiro...!,' Sorata moaned her name as he placed his hands on her thin waist. "Ah!...You're so wet..."

Mashiro hesitantly bounced up and down his member, eliciting a wet and lewd smack with each pass. Sorata couldn't help but be drawn in by Mashiro's nervous yet excited face, paired with her large, natural breasts bouncing up and down. At this rate, he couldn't last more than a minute.

Mashiro shuffled over in the bed, face down in Sorata's pillow, and raised her sex high in the air, imagining a very horny Sorata pounding away-

"Mashiro?," she heard after three knocks.

Dread.

She immediately fell off the bed and hopped around, trying to get her panties on as quickly as possible.

"D-D-Don't come in just yet!," she yelled desperately, as she smoothed down the bed and fixed her ruffled hair. She got a random manga from Sorata's desk and threw it open on the bed, like she had been reading it, and then opened the door.

"Yes! Erm...yes. What is it?"

Oh no...why did I sound so nervous?!

"Mashiro. Can you help me develop my-"

Help? Anything for Sorata!

"Yes."

"What? R-Really?"

"Yes. How can I help Sorata-kun?"

He looked down at the ground for a moment in thought.

"Umm...actually...I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date...?," he offered hesitantly. "Y-You know...in exchange for your help? I'll pay for everything!"

Mashiro stayed quiet.

Wait what.

Did...did...did Sorata...ASK ME OUT ON A DATE?!

"Mashiro...?," Sorata said, waving in front of the her blank expression.

YES. SAY YES! OPEN IT! DO IT! OPEN YOUR MOUTH!

Mashiro let out some sort of reverse gasp of air, and her eyes began shining up at Sorata.

"Ye-*cough!*...ahem! Yes! Yes, I would like to go on this date, Sorata...yes! Yes!," Mashiro burst out excitedly. "I'll go get my jacket!"

She zipped past Sorata faster than he had ever seen the girl go.

"Looks like she really wants to go on this date...," Sorata muttered to himself in a pleased state. "Looks like I made the right choice."

In all cases, Sorata was quite glad that he didn't have to spend the Sunday indoors, working on his game; even if the deadline was in six days. And he could probably deduce that Mashiro was quite glad to be freed from her desk as well.

He turned around to skip downstairs but took a glance of his room, which had no lights turned on. He noticed the manga on the bed.

"She was reading in the dark?," Sorata thought as he picked up volume five of his favorite manga. "She's up to five already huh...? ...What's this?"

He knelt down and picked up the photo of himself in a bathing suit.

"W-W-What the...?!"

He nervously backed away from his room, his head dizzying from the intoxicating female pheromones wafting around in his room. He shook his head, thinking nothing of it.

"It's none of my business...," he muttered as he hopped down the stairs. "...well...unless it's in my room...! And on my bed of all things...!"


"M-Mashiro...," Sorata said with a hint of embarrassment. "C-Could you maybe let go?"

Mashiro huffed and held on to his arm even tighter. "Sorata is mine."

"Seriously..."

Sorata smiled at the determined blonde clinging to his arm, actually somewhat enjoying it. Although, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel like jumping twenty metres into the air right now.

"Sorata! Sorata!," Mashiro exclaimed excitedly as she pointed at the outdoor cafe's waffle drawing on a chalkboard.

As the two sat down at the cafe and placed their orders, smiling and laughing around, Ryuunosuke, Rita and Aoyama were watching tentatively from a distance. Rita leaned away from the bushes to get a better look, with a smile.

"Aw...look at her...," Rita mewed. "She's so happy...my little artist..."

"Aoyama, maybe we should just leave the two of them alone?," Ryuunosuke sighed. "I don't see the point in all-"

Aoyama grumbled something under her breath and began walking over to the couple, but a hand grabbed on to her arm stopped her.

"Aoyama. Don't ruin their moment," Rita warned.

"Sorata won't be very happy if you do this," Ryuunosuke added.

Aoyama looked at the couple and back at them. She sighed.

"Geez...you two really are married, aren't you..."

"M-M-MARRIED?!," the two of them exclaimed. Ryuunosuke was looking through covered hands, while Rita had both hands over her mouth. The two nervous wrecks inevitably started bickering and teasing one another, while Aoyama looked back at Sorata sadly.

"I guess...it was my fault...," she said to Sorata from afar. "...that I didn't ask you out sooner..."

For a while, the trio stood by and watched as Mashiro happily laughed with a mouthful of buttered waffle, while Sorata was telling a story, making all kinds of gestures with his hands to explain it better. He ignored the small cheeseburger he ordered, and simply focused on the stunning girl in front of him.

And who wouldn't. Mashiro Shiina literally looked like an angel. She was wearing a floral-patterned sundress, only looking all the more dashing as it was illuminated in the cafe's afternoon sunlight. Aoyama couldn't help but notice the other patrons look over in amazement, and whisper to their friends not-so-subtly.

"Would you like me to clear that for you ma'am?," a waiter offered.

"Huh? Yes, yes thank you-"

"Would you like my number as well?"

Aoyama saw this situation; how uncomfortable Mashiro looked, and gritted her teeth. As much as she disliked Mashiro being with Sorata, she didn't mind it since they were her best friends. But a complete stranger hitting on Mashiro?

"You don't know what she's been through," Aoyama muttered angrily. "You don't deserve her."

"...no thank you," Mashiro said flatly as she handed the waiter her plate.

"Oh what," the waiter retorted back, his ire rising. "Am I not good enough for you? You princess slu-"

"Hey."

The waiter looked over to a nonchalant Sorata. Mashiro could tell by his body-language that he was uncomfortable however.

"She said no."

The waiter brushed him off, and went back to trying to convince Mashiro.

"Come on, we'll have a good time! Watch a movie, have a few drinks, we can go back to my place-"

*THUD!*

The waiter was suddenly propelled two metres back and tripped over a vacant table, sending the dishes he was holding falling to the floor with a satisfying crash. Sorata quickly slammed down two 1000 yen notes on the table, grabbed Mashiro's hand and ran off.

"Run, Mashiro!," he laughed, as some patrons of the cafe were cheering or laughing. Mashiro held onto his hand, and began laughing too, looking back at the man Sorata pushed over, who no-one was helping up from the fallen chairs and tables he landed on.

"Hahahaha!," Aoyama heard as the couple ran away. She let a faint smile replace her frown, and stood up from the bushes. "Thats my Kanda. Protect her...," she thought. "Hey, did you see that, Ryuunosuke-"

She walked into Ryuunosuke's video recorder, the same one he used to film yesterday's blowout.

"Why you...STOP FILMING EVERYTHING YOU SEE!"

"HEY! DON'T SMUDGE THE LENS, PONYTAIL!"

Mashiro saw Aoyama and Ryuunosuke fighting over the camera as they were running, and met eye contact with Rita. She could tell exactly what she was thinking, and vice versa.

"I'm proud of you! Mashiro!"

"Thank you for everything, Rita!"