"What's that?" Hayabusa asked Midori during break one day.
As the later months of the year rolled about, the weather was staring to get chilly. Instead of going to the roof like they usually would if they decided to spend a break with each other, they went to North Landing instead.
(Midori had asked him where did the rest of his gang went to. He shrugged, commenting dismissively that they probably went to somewhere with a heater. What he didn't tell her was how he commanded the rest of the gang to spend that day's specific break anywhere but at the North Landing.)
"Salted caramel mini-ice cream," she said, unwrapping the wrapper and folding it at the ice cream stick.
"You're eating ice cream in this weather…"
She shrugged, grinning. "That's why it's a mini ice cream."
He scoffed. "You'll finish that thing in two bites."
She waved it at him. "Senpai, want a bite?"
He looked away, muttering something about how things that are meant to be sweet should remain sweet, and not take on the flavor of something salted. She only laughed before she took a bite of her ice cream.
He looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "On second thoughts, sure, let me have a taste."
She offered the half-bitten ice cream out. He stood in front of her and took hold of her wrist. Instead of guiding her wrist forward and taking a bite of the offered treat, he pushed her wrist backward, causing her back to come into contact with the wall behind her.
Then he leaned in and kissed her, smirking while doing so as he watched her eyes widen and her arms stiffened.
The ice cream dropped out of her hand and onto the ground.
His eyes closed. His hand released grip on her wrist, and rested on the part of the wall next to her head while his other hand touched her cheek, tilting her face up for better access to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and her cheeks flushed. She felt herself weak in the knees and her hands clung to the front of his jacket – if not for him, the wall, and her hold on his jacket, she would have fell to the ground already.
Hayabusa-senpai was kissing her – this time voluntarily and so unlike their first, accidental chaste kiss. This was a kiss that had lasted longer than their first and one that left Midori weak in her knees but still dying for more.
When he finally broke away from her, she was gasping for air, her cheeks more flushed than ever.
"… this salted caramel ice cream was sweeter than I expected from something of that kind of flavor." Hayabusa turned towards the direction of the corridor that would take them to the cafeteria. "Come with me, Midori Miho. I'll show you what is a real ice cream."
She blinked, stunned. She shook her head and got her bearings back, quickly pushing herself off the wall and followed after him. Once they were walking side by side, they matched their pace to fit each other's.
"If that wasn't a real ice cream, then what was it?" she mused.
"An imitation of a real one. A mere copy."
"You mean the salted caramel ice cream or your fans?"
"Ha," he said dryly.
Midori giggled, her eyes forming little half-moons. Hayabusa secretly smiled when she wasn't looking. (There was no way he was going to let her know that he secretly found her wit amusing.)
The delinquents watched the scene before them in rapt attention, all the way until their beloved senpai and his little kouhai left the North Landing. Most of them were busy jotting down notes on how absolutely smooth the charming Hayabusa-senpai was, while a few were busy wiping their mouths, and one even had a nosebleed.
Although Hayabusa had told them to stay away from the North Landing, curiosity got better of them. They huddled at the stairs directly above the North Landing, where they had the perfect secret top view of everything that took place moments ago.
"Damn," Atsushi said with flushed cheeks. "Hayabusa-senpai is so cool!"
Mario nodded while scribbling notes down on his notebook. "I want to learn how to be as cool as him!"