There is no need for words, Akari is satisfied enough to share yet another moment like this with Haruto. Her mind is filled to the brink with glee, which is written all on her face. In spite of the warmness behind the blowing wind, her body shivers as if a chill runs through her spin. She must have wanted to act on the odd sensation as she shuffles closer to Haruto, slipping her arm below his.

It is only natural that Haruto shrugs in slight as she brings herself closer, but he has a harder time keeping his concentration upon feeling something soft and fleshy rubbing against his arm. Its level in proportion to her body made it very clear as to what is, causing his heartbeat to skyrocket. It didn't make matters better as she leaned her head down to his shoulder to settle on it.

'She is being very affectionate,' he processes in his mind as he looks down at the smidgen of golden hair welcoming his sight. His other hand raises up to pat it, then slides down to her nearby ear, parting the covering hair to see her ravishing skin.

"Akari-chan, when. When did you... start liking me?" Haruto knew it is best to find out now before things get further out of hand.

Akari frowns hoping that he cannot see her face from his angle. She wonders to herself how it all started as well. She squeezes his hand as she lets out a sigh, "to be truthful, I don't really know myself. It must have been in second grade; the day when I moved here."

"H-Huh? But didn't you hate us for trying to be your friends?"

Akari scuffs, "of course I did! You and that Takashi-kun were soooo persistent. It was aggravating! Even after defeating you in every single attempt at competition, Haruto-kun would yell "Redo!" or "Another round!", how could I not get angry?" After taking a relieving deep breath, her free hand moves up from her side to lay on his forearm, stroking his skin in a vertical pattern, "...But, that was something I began to admire about you."

Haruto tries to sneak a view to her face, a prominent blush highlighting her features. Those sapphire eyes seem to peer at something that must have been settling or has settled on his shorts. He can only hope that she isn't thinking about a particular thing that happens to be in that region. "Wait, then why not Takashi? He is just as odd as I am. Wouldn't he have been someone better to connect with. I mean, he's already desperate, as you know." He tries to laugh, but only concludes that the comment might have hurt her to some extent. He assumes that he must have implied that he regrets knowing about her feelings. His teeth grin together as he wishes that he could have taken it back.

Surprising to him, she laughs in his substitute. Akari raises her head to gaze into his eyes, meriting a gulp to rummage through his throat. "Haaa, that is definitely true, but Haruto-kun is... more attractive..." She licks her lips as she motions closer to his alluring face, "...and much more dear to me."

Her eyes shine beautifully as the beaming moonlight above reflects off them. Just like earlier, Haruto shames himself that it took him all these years to finally notice how feminine Akari is. Her slight-tanned skin, her straight golden hair, and her glistening lips are well-accentuated by the aura of the situation. He cannot recall if she's always looked like this, or that his mind is so affected by the heat of this moment. Nonetheless, he feels allured to her advancing maneuver that he unconsciously assists to close the distance.

Their lips are barely touching by the time either of them recognize how close they are. His hot breath teases her senses, as if already sealed by contact. Her body trembles in anticipation, eager to once again explore the unknown of his cavity. Her right hand clutches his hand tighter as her left sneaks around his neck, finding a grasp along his broad shoulder. "Haruto..kun..."

"A-Akari-chan, w-we shouldn't-" Haruto is entranced by the flutter of her sapphire eyes. Instinct dominates his free hand that courses itself around her waist, reluctant to take hold of little skin that became revealed as his hand slithers through her shirt's hem.

Words cannot be further exchanged by this point. The first feel of lips brushing gave rise to an unexpected clash of pressured passion between them. Akari is taken by absolute surprise that Haruto has taken an co-initiative to the engagement, and Haruto is overwhelmed with astonishment that he has actually betrayed his resolve. The regret is short-lived as their lips open and close against one another in desperation to relive the first touch.

By the fourth crush, Akari's tongue slipped its way through his enchanting labium to find an unexpected companion. At that same moment, Haruto's tongue happen to implement the same tactic, if only by primal impulse, and find an equal opening in her crevice. The two organs slid past one another, creating such fervent friction, and dipping into each other's origins. Base and tip and tip and base exchange massage as if it is only natural that it should be done. Salvation regulates quickly for each other from the exercise, causing a continual interchange that threw themselves beyond pleasant ecstasy; Akari drowns in the taste of succulent strawberry, Haruto plunges into the sensation of savory cherry.

Their bodies interact automatically as their mental owners abandon them for the abstract euphoria. Entwined hands clasp tighter and wriggle through the small openings in between fingers. Free hands ravage through clothing in search for skin, and upon finding such, caress the areas with nonsensical wandering: Akari's range moving between his mid-stout neck and his broad shoulder, Haruto's domain falling between her lustful handles, toned stomach, and tender thighs.

The two admit defeat to their lack of oxygen as they retracted from their intimacy, a fragile string of salvation still connecting their mouths soon detaches and drips down their respective chins. Both are panting in frantic insulation while staring into the depths of their eyes. Lust for one another is the common sight amongst the two as well as the bright blush shaming their faces. Akari is the first to actually move as her hand flows up his features and wipes away the clear liquid running down his chin. Despite her embarrassment, she smiles sincerely to him who in turn smiles back, though that is quick to dissipate by a frown.

"I'm sorry Akari-chan, but we shouldn't be doing this. I-I mean, there's Eba... and I cannot afford to be so indecisive at a time like thi-" Haruto forces his explanation to a quick halt as tears swell up in Akari's eyes and cascade down her cheeks. "W-Wait. Please, please don't-"

"Y-YOU IDIOT, HARUTO! BAKA!" Akari yells out without any regard to the situation and their position in the night. Words can no longer be recognized as they blend into whimpering babble mixed with her overwhelming crying and muffle of Haruto's chest. Haruto uses most of his strength in attempt to embrace her while also prevent her from struggling. They do not need to be waking anyone up to see this moment. Especially Takashi.

"H-Hey Akari-chan, calm down you idiot! You're going to wake everyone up!-"

"I KNOW THAT, YOU IDIOT!" She manages to push Haruto back slightly as she covers her face with her hands. "You are always doing this! You put Eba before everyone else in front of you! You don't really care about any of us!"

Haruto can only stutter silently as Akari reveals her inner thoughts of his persona. He cannot offer apologizes or explanation, for it is partially true. He knows he is very blatant at what he wants to do; Eba is still a dominant figure in his scheme, and cannot so simply leave her alone if there is a chance she is in trouble. This is his strongest asset, yet his strongest flaw. In front of him is his childhood friend who has voluntarily revealed her subdued feelings for him, and he is selfishly thinking of another.

I truly am an idiot.

"I know I have no right to be so angry or against your determination." Akari finally begins to calm down as she wipes away the emotional sheds of tears. "I adore Eba as a friend and even I'd do anything to help her if she needs it, but I also envy her. Envy her so much." Her hands completely engulf her face as she tries to hid behind some sense of wall. "Just the slightest bit of trouble she gets into, and she has you to come reel her back into safety. You are always acting as her safety net for any case; that is the one thing that I love about you... and the one thing that I wish I could have." Immediately, she returns to bawling her heart out.

Haruto has to clutch his fists tight in order to hold back the sympathetic sentiment; all her reflections and troubles are now out in the open and he is the center of it all. The strong bond between the two that had developed over the many years now made absolute sense as he has to wipe the minuscule tears that manage to surface. It hurts him to even think it, but right now he must abandon his previous goals for a new one: to repent for his negligence to Akari. Even if it is for one night, he will dedicate his all to bring her happiness that she deserves.

He crawls closer to her, placing both hands on her shoulders while gently caressing them. The maneuver causes Akari to break out of her cradle to look up at him through diluted eyes. "H-Haruto-cha-"

She cannot finish his name as he pulls her into his chest and wraps his arms around her head, combing his fingers through her course golden hair in comfort. Her small hands find alleviation on the surface of his covered pectorals as she clutches at his shirt. The two embrace the position for a few minutes, only acknowledging each other with physical embrace.

"...Forgive me, Akari. I really am an idiot, aren't I?" She gasps as she weasels her head through his cuddle to look into his eyes. He omitted the honorific in her name, she is sure of it. Her face can only flush so farther since her face was already as bright as a shined apple. "Haruto-cha- Haruto, did you just..." She cannot construct the rest of her question before Haruto nods and further assures the answer with a sensual kiss.

He withdraws from the close proximity and smiles at her, "Tonight. Just tonight, it is all about you, Akari. I want to make you the damn happiest woman in all of Japan."

Akari's eyes must be fluttering at unfathomable speeds, unable to maintain complete focus on his glare and the comforting distraction of the floor beside them. Her heart races to unprecedented paces; her body heats up to unbearable degrees; her core is coiling so tight and tingling for what she most desires. "...Does that mean... You'll do anything? Anything... to make me happy?" She can no longer bear to have visual contact with him, yet desperate for an answer, obvious by the tight grip of his shirt.

Haruto is unable to try to comprehend what she may be implying, but he knows already he cannot reject her no matter the result; his resolve has already been set in stone the minute stated it will be only her. He does not even need to hesitate in response. "Yeah... anything for you, Akari." He braves his most comforting smile.

The two remain in snuggled silence before Akari suddenly pushes herself off of Haruto to stand, avoiding eye contact with him. Haruto feels as if his heart has stopped; she is already in an unstable state, and his proposition could only have pushed her beyond limits. She impatiently hurries down the hallways towards her room where Takashi is still sleeping, leaving Haruto bewildered. The worse case scenarios rumble through his mind at her sudden leave: she regrets revealing her feelings and now refuses to comply with him, she is creeped out by his suggestion and is off to inform her parents, she is going to wake Takashi and reveal what had occurred throughout the night-

He shakes his head trying to clear his negative thoughts. His hands rub his eyes as he waits for her return.

Akari sneaks past the shogi into her room, doing her best not to awaken the knocked-out Takashi on her bed. She carefully stumbles through her pitch-black room in search for the compartments close to her bed. She kneels down close to the lowest drawer, opens it, and hastily scavenges through it for that particular item. Nervousness ravages her searching hand as it tries to find the item, her breathing labors trying to calm itself. Her finger scraps against the desired object, identifying the plastic surface. She rips off one portion of the package, closes the drawer while taking a very deep breath, and gets up to leave the room.

The quiet sliding of the shogi returns Haruto to reality as he looks to see that Akari re-emerges from her leave. She stands at the entrance looking away from him; her body is collapsing into itself as if to prevent him from looking at her in a clear view, and her right hand is curled up as if holding something in it. He does not receive much time to analyze her stance before she starts walking towards him. He does not try to give a verbal inquiry by the time she is standing before him.

She shifts her body back down to him, gently landing on top of Haruto's lap in a seductive manner. Her rear happens to rub against his circulating member, meriting a groan from him while his hands seem to instinctively wrap themselves around her pelvis. Her gaze remains away from Haruto's vision; her left hand cuddles the top of his two embracing hands while stroking them with the tip of the thumb; her right hand cups the spot where her heart resides while her breathing takes a slight forceful tone. Awkwardly, Haruto tries to worm his head onto her right shoulder as he musters the courage to speak.

"...Well? What do you want from me to make you happy?"

He can hardly register a murmur from Akari as her left hand takes hold of his right, uncoiling from its position and raising it to her chest. While the same hand spreads it open, the right hand sneaks its way into the exposed palm and places the item inside, then wraps his hand around it while cupping it with her hands. The feel is distinct; it is coated with plastic and has rigid edges on both sides, the center seems to have a circular hard strip which is suggestively similar in size to his sex. His body knows what it is, but his mind is retard by the very suggestion of the situation.

"What is..."

Akari finally manages to strengthen her voice, though she leans her head down into the fissure between his shoulder and chin, nuzzling his neck with a sensual kiss, "I want you... to make love to me."