A/N: hey guys.

So my friends got me a new egg notebook. All my love, my beloved clique

Also, im still sick. /sobs. Terrible cough.

I'm on holiday. Maybe I'll have quicker updates. Idk. bear with me guys.

Thanks to Rachel for rp-ing with me.

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How he's able to keep it up? He's Len, that's why. XD You'll see it in this chapter heh.

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Yes, yes she is. Don't let my friend hear u saying lily is pathetic. She loves lily. Actually, you know what? AYE RACHEL LOOKIE HIA! SHE CALLED LILY PATHETIC!11!

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Len didn't really care much for sexy lingerie—or any type of lingerie for that matter. It would be off the girl's body in about 10 seconds anyway. It was a useless article of clothing to him. Of course, it didn't mean he didn't like it. It's just that it wasn't worth much of his attention.

But now, it was. He rubbed his glasses at the bottom of his shirt to ensure he wasn't imagining it.

Black? Check. Lace? Check. Sheer? Almost, but not quite there either but still, check. Sexy? Check. Turn-on? CHECK, CHECK, CHECK.

And because of all that, Len just couldn't take his eyes of the teal-headed girl who was sitting against the door, one leg up so she could rest her tired head on it. Guess what? Panty shot. What a plus.

Seeing her made him turned-on. I mean, who wouldn't be? Her shirt was practically transparent—you could see the water sliding off her heaving chest, the underwear she was wearing, her panting heavily from running and her curves... Oh come on. Admit it; you think it's hot too. He had never wished for a camera more in his life than right now.

"Nice bra,"Len laughed, licking his lips at her curvy figure. It was then that he realized what he had blurted out and he covered his mouth immediately, stopping himself. 'Fuck, I forgot my façade. Hope she didn't notice.'

Miku had, but fortunately for him, she was exhausted (she wasn't much of an athlete. She did other exercises more.) to the point that she didn't really take notice of the intention behind what he had said. Instead, she flushed. "W-what?" She looked down at herself, realizing for the first time that she was almost naked in front of him and blushed even more. 'Holy crap.'

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you-" he exclaimed, sounding less convincing than he had intended. 'Yes I do,' his mind contradicted.

"Ah no. T-this is.. um…" she stuttered, desperately using her arms to try to cover up. This time, she had both legs up to aid in blocking the view of her bra. She didn't realize it was giving him more of a panty-shot.

'Why the fuck am I so embarrassed?! I've shown more than this!' she cursed.

At her actions, Len mentally smirked. 'Ah, little girl's embarrassed.' Again, without thinking, he blurted out the second time, "I think it's cute-" before slapping his hand on his mouth again, cursing himself for control.

'Did he just say it was cute?!' Miku gasped. No way. She must've been hearing things. She eyed him to see if there were any trails of embarrassment in saying that but there wasn't—he was Len after all. She was definitely hearing things. Instead, his eyes were trained upon her skirt. Underneath it, actually. That was when she comprehended her stupid, stupid mistake and squealed, closing her thighs. That startled Len a little, sending disappointment shooting through him. Damn, he only got to see it for a short time.

She crawled over to her wet school bag, one hand aiding her to crawl and the other still trying to cover up. It made her cleavage even more obvious and oh, Len couldn't think. She bent down, peering through the dark depths of it, further exposing the top of her breasts. Len licked his lips again, ravenous. She began rummaging through her bag, flinging this and that out, looking for extra clothes, a jacket, whatever to hide herself but finally sighed in defeat, angrily messing her hair.

"Shit this! I don't have anything to cover up!" she growled. She glanced at the chuckling Len, who was still looking at her body, amusement in his twinkling eyes. "S-stop staring!" she ordered, her hands returning to its original position.

'Oh shit. This is really bad for me,' he mused, turning away as Miku so desired him to. "I-I'm sorry! Are you looking for clothes? R-Rin has them; I'm sure she wouldn't mind you borrowing them."

Despite the fact that Len was no longer facing her, Miku still couldn't help but feel weirdly abashed. "Y-yes, I'd like that. Thanks," she replied. The water was making her feel pretty cold and she let out a small sneeze to her embarrassment. 'God, this is so awkward.'

"I-I'll go ask her then. Stay here, okay?" Len told her, rubbing the back of his neck. When Miku agreed, he thankfully rushed up the staircase while banging his head with his fist. He was such an idiot for letting his guard down more than once.

When he had taken his leave, Miku could finally heave a sigh of relief and flopped to the floor, using the back of her hand to cover her face. She was blushing big time and she didn't even know why. He had already left, didn't he? Or was it the after effect of all the staring and comments on her lingerie? All this thinking was bursting her brain. "I don't think I could handle another minute with Len looking like," She peeked from under her hands, before closing her eyes in utter shame. "this." Why did she have to wear lacy underwear today of all days?!

Len, who was on his way to Rin's room, swore under his breath repeatedly. "Fuck, why does she have to be so fucking sexy?" He ran his fingers through his hair, before messing it, growling at himself in the process. "I have to get her dry clothes, or I'll be fucked," he muttered. At the thought of Miku earlier, he unconsciously looked at his manhood, disapprovingly frowning at it. As you would have guessed, it was up and about, searching for food to satisfy its hunger. The food it desired, of course, was the lovely, alluring Hatsune Miku. "Why do you have to be so horny all the time, huh?" Len snorted. He really needed to practice on resisting boners while Miku was around. He was getting too aroused.

Upon reaching his destination, he knocked on the door and barged in before getting an answer. Rin, who was lying on her bed, sucking on her favourite orange-flavoured Chupa Chups lollipop and simultaneously playing a game on her Playstation Portable, perked up at the sound of her door being knocked and creaking open the next moment. Her twin brother entered, discomfort apparent on his face. Rin sent a piercing glare at him, unhappy that he had just rudely interrupted her private time.

"The fuck, Len? Can't you wait for a fucking answer next ti—" she snapped, before noticing the large bulge in his pants. She breathed out an 'ooohh' before suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. "What do we have here, dear brother?" she asked knowingly, placing her PSP away. She got up to him and placed an arm on his shoulder, silently laughing at him.

Len blushed lightly but slapped both her remark and arm away before putting up an annoyed front. "Shut up, asshole. I need your clothes. Now."

"Not gonna lend you anything till you tell me what's up with," she teased, pointing to his boner. "that." Len didn't want to answer that; Rin would tease him about it every day and if his parents got to know about it, he would definitely be in deep shit.

"It's a dick. You learnt it in biology like, fucking five years ago," he simply replied, skillfully avoiding her question." He bent down to one knee and slid open Rin's bottom drawer, displaying a wide array of graphic tees, shorts and pajamas.

Rin rolled her eyes and bent down to the same level as him, slamming the drawer shut. She gestured 'no' with her finger, clearly not allowing him off the hook as easily as he wished she would.

"Don't play jokes with me, Len. Your elder sister here is just very concerned about you. And what got you so... aroused," she grinned, using her hands to form a makeshift microphone and shoving it in his face.

His delicate features turned into a scowl and he once again pushed away his sister's hand. She was so annoying and immature; he really wondered who the older one here was. He grunted a 'no' and attempted to pull open to drawer again.

Rin, being the persistent girl she was, sat in front of the drawer and pushed her back against it, making it impossible for Len to do anything. Len's eyebrows flew to a frown and his lips were downturned, obviously unhappy. "What the fuck. Let me get the clothes to Miku already." he murmured, irritated.

At the bottom of the floor, Miku sneezed. "Ah, either someone's talking shit about me or I'm getting a fucking flu. No thanks to Len and the rain."

Len finally complied after hearing Miku's sneeze. She was getting a cold and he had to get the clothes—quick. It wasn't that he cared about her well-being. He just wanted his hard work of ignoring her to pay off…right?

"Lily," he sarcastically told her, rolling his eyes as Rin did just now. It was a twin thing, really. " Hatsune Miku, duh."

Rin's inquisitive side resurfaced and she bombarded him with questions. "Lily? Who's Lily? Another of your sex buddies? You should really stop, I'm losing track of their names. And I'm assuming Miku is the pretty, teal one, if I'm not wrong. Hmm, what did she do to my little bro huh?" she excited inquired.

Len waves his hand lazily, as if Rin was asking the stupidest questions in the world. "This sassy bitch in school. Yeah, that's right. She? Oh you know, being shy about me seeing her bra and being so incredibly sexy at the same time and thus giving me a fucking hard on, making me want to fuck her till she can't walk. Besides that, no! Nothing else," he joked.

The female Kagamine, finding his perverted sense of humour incredibly funny for some reason, howled with laughter. "So you want to fuck her into oblivion just because she was getting a little flashy. You sure are one horny dude. Like honestly, even my boyfriend isn't as horny as you. Did you get your genes from dad or something?" she wiped a stray tear from her eyes and shifted aside to make way for Len to open the drawer, satisfied with his answer. "Anyway, take the clothes on the left. My PJs are off limits," she ordered, climbing back to her soft, orange bed.

Her male counterpart just snorted. "Please, I may be even more hornier than dad. I'd fuck ANYONE into oblivion if they get too flashy. Except you, of course. You're one unattractive prune," he cackled. He picked out a dark-coloured shirt and a FBT shorts, just in case the white ones were easily exposing to her dark lacy underwear. He smirked at the thought of it.

Rin, who had just picked up her PSP, dropped it again. "What. Did. You. Just. Fuckin'. Call. Me. You. Son. Of. A. Bitch?!" her voice dangerously increasing in volume as she shot him another deathly glare. "I will roll you flat with my fucking road roller and send you to that stalker of yours in junior high. Sukone Tei, was it?" she smiled darkly at her own suggestion.

Len just stuck childishly stuck his tongue out, asking for a fight. "I just said that you're an ugly prune." He pulled a face, standing up from his kneeling position. "I don't care. I already have stalkers. One more won't affect me," he grinned playfully, bouncing out of Rin's room and back to Miku.

"DONT YOU COME BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING ASS!" she yelled in response, slamming her door loudly and noisily locking it shut. Miku, who heard the commotion, sat straight up in confusion. 'What the fuck?'

"FINE," he hollered back and rushed back to Miku, grinning sheepishly. "Hey, sorry. Rin was being a douche." Miku gasped, covering her mouth worriedly. "E-eh? Is it because of the clothes?" she asked, before realizing she was yet again exposing herself. She hugged her body, shyly looking up at him.

Len silently chuckled at her cuteness. "Nah. Sibling stuff." He handed her the clothes, scratching his cheek. "Here, change into them before you get sick."

Miku gladly received the bulk, muttering a 'thanks'. She stood up, stretching a little in the process, her shirt lifting to reveal bits of her flat stomach. Len turned away while cupping his mouth, eyes widening in embarrassment. It was starting all over again. 'Keep your shit together, Len. You're supposed to be a good boy,' he convinced himself. He turned back to her as if nothing happened and noticed she was looking straight at his body. "Um. What about you?" she asked, blushing at her own words. She slapped her cold palms onto her cheeks, trying to calm herself.

Oh yeah.

He had forgotten that he himself was topless.

"A-ah, what're you looking at?" he pretended to frantically try to cover up. "Sorry, is this bothering you? I'll get changed later."

Miku just nodded in agreement, looking down so he wouldn't see her burning cheeks. "Um, where's the bathroom?" she finally broke the silence.

"Straight ahead, to your left," he provided, trailing after her as she rushed off in the direction he gave.

"Ummmm. Len?" she called out from the bathroom. She was answered by a 'what' from the said teenager.

"Err…" she awkwardly started, entwining both her fingers together in nervousness. How was she going to explain this to the innocent Len? "Your sister is really…um…small in size. Well, at the front actually. It's really, really tight. Do you have another shirt?" she finally blurted out.

The blonde snickered at the unintentional insult. "Her boobs are just tiny. You want one of my shirts?"

Rin, from her room, shrieked to Len, "I HEARD THAT, YOU BITCH!" Miku, on the other hand, softly answered. "Um, will it be too big? Sorry if I'm bothering you." She slapped herself on the forehead. 'I'm being such a bother. Speaking of which, was Len the type to say 'boobs'? I guess it doesn't matter, since he's 17 and his sister swears a lot anyway,'

"IT WAS MEANT FOR YOU TO HEAR IT!" Len argued back. "I'm not sure. You wanna try first?" he returned to his soft behaviour. Sometimes, he really wished he wasn't a coward, wanting to keep a low profile and stay out of trouble. It was tiring to keep changing his demeanor every, like, five seconds or so.

"ONE MORE TIME AND YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, LEN. AND YOUR PRETTY, LITTLE FRIEND WILL HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING," Rin sinisterly screeched.

Trying to overpower her ear-piercing voice, Miku shouted over the incessant barking, "Yeah, thanks." She peeled off Rin's shirt and shorts and slightly opened the door to pass it to Len. With that small gap, Len already had a glimpse of everything. He mumbled a choice swear word, both at the warning Rin gave and at the sight of Miku. What a tease.

Miku, puzzled, questioned herself. 'What did his sister mean by what he's doing?' She quickly brushed the thought away though—everyone had little secrets they wanted to keep to themselves.

Len jogged up the stairs and knocked on Rin's door, leaving her clothing in front of it. He stalked off to his room, opened his closet and pulled out two shirts. He slipped one over his lean body and carried the other downstairs. He slipped it beneath the door and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to get finished.

Miku squatted and grabbed for the shirt, murmuring a word of gratitude to him. She put the baggy shirt onto her, finding that it was quite short. 'Oh God. I can't even make out which is worse. This shirt is only a teeny weeny bit longer than the FBT shorts. And those shorts were reaaaally short. Let's say it flies up due to the wind. That would be bloody embarrassing.' She cringed. Nevertheless, the tealette opened the door and stepped out, pulling a little at the ends of the shirt. "It's kinda big…" she said, a blush donning her whole face. Even her ears were red.

Len chuckled and ruffled her hair mischievously, messing it up and causing a few strands to poke out of its twin tails. "S'okay. Looks good on you." It really did. And it turned him on. Her creamy, slim legs were all exposed to him, ready to be caressed. And that's what he wanted to do. Badly. Really badly. Really, really badly. He almost reached out to stroke that pale, smooth thighs of hers but luckily withdrew his hands in time, pretending to smooth his hair. He let out an awkward laugh when Miku tilted her head at him, perplexed.

"Really? Well, thanks," Miku smiled at his compliment. 'Is Len a smooth talker or what?' she joked, giggling at her own thought. Len nodded. Heck, she looked more than good. She was a fucking combination of cute and sexy. It was no wonder why so many guys sought her. One day, he would get a taste of her as well. He coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat, "So ...um. Let's get on with the studying?"

"Yeah," was Miku's only reply. She went over to her dripping wet school bag and gingerly picked it up. More water droplets dripped into the puddle that had gathered at the area where the bag was placed at earlier. Miku visibly grimaced as she chucked her damp uniform inside. "Don't mind wet books, do you?" she questioned, slightly looking back.

"We can always use mine," he mentioned, picking up his own bag and slinging it over his shoulders. The surface of it was moist too. But when he slid the zip open, his books were completely dry. He even took one out and flipped through the pages, chuckling at how Miku's eyes widened at that as if it was sorcery.

"Yours aren't soaked?" she inquired. They had been under the same heavy rain but his wasn't affected at all. "I guess the rain likes you better than me, huh?" Len laughed at how incredibly cute she could be; cuter than he was acting as, even. "Nah. Ever heard of a waterproof bag?" he jested. "Aww, lucky kid," she pouted, folding her arms unsophisticatedly. It caused her shirt to slightly shift upwards, exposing more of the upper parts of her thigh. "Uhhh…" Len bit his lip, pointing at the uncovered area while turning away. This wasn't a good time to get a hard on. The tealette reddened when he pointed it out and pulled on bottom of the shirt, crouching lower yet again in an attempt to cover up, which of course, miserably failed. Len seemed as if her legs would scorch his eyes out and Miku's heart couldn't help but sink in disappointment. She timidly tapped him on the back, unnerved at his possible reaction.

He just beamed at her, acting as if nothing happened and dragged her up the stairs to his room.

'Weird guy,' Miku mused.

Len, meanwhile, had never blushed so hard in his life. 'Fuck how adorable she is, Goddamit.'

They sat on the comfy carpet yet again, this time with only the fan going. The rain had already made them chilly as it is—they didn't need to catch a cold.

When Miku sat cross-legged side-by-side Len, the shirt travelled up her legs. She tugged on it, hoping she didn't stretch it too much. Why did this damn shirt have to be so short and small yet baggy?

"Why're you tugging on it?" Len pretended to be the clueless boy he was, despite knowing that Miku knew he understood why. But then again, she was pretty gullible. He was gaping intently into Miku's teal orbs, as if trying to burn the memory of his cerulean optics into her soul. He was trying so very hard not to look down, just in case he saw something erotic enough to turn him on. He wasn't going to allow that.

She casually replied him, not even doubting a word. Len's plans must've worked out good—she wasn't questioning his intentions yet and she wasn't suspicious. "Though it's big, it's still pretty short you know; shorter than my school skirt. Which I must admit, is pretty short already, but I have my…um… reasons. And I sure as hell don't want to let you see what's underneath," she laughed, winking at him.

And Len blushed. He couldn't help it. It was his "character". But deep down, he knew that wasn't the case. It was just a crappy excuse. "D-don't worry! I won't look u-under!" he stuttered. This one was fake, and he didn't mean a word of it. He badly wanted to rip her clothes away and fuck her. Not that he could say that.

"If you do, I'll punch you. And you did just now," she teased, lightly slapping his arm. He shivered at her touch. It was impossible how she was affecting him like this. Just, no way.

'Only the rest can see. Not you, Len. You're too innocent,' she tried convincing herself when Len gave her a cute pout and asked her why. She wasn't even aware of how many women Len had slept with—it was nearly on par with hers. Her brain just backfired at her, claiming that she wanted him to see it. Nope, she didn't. Definitely not… or did she?

"Because. Or perhaps you want to? Just kidding. Open your text book, idiot. Also," she started. She reached up and pinched his nose, causing his face to wrinkle. She laughed at his reaction, wishing she had the "innocence" he possessed. "best not give the pouty face in front of me. I'll probably give you a swollen nose or cheek by the end of the day," she finished, releasing his nose.

"Ow, Violentku," he complained, rubbing the sore tip of his nose. "Of course not." He grinned and opened the deadly chemistry textbook.

Upon finishing the tedious lesson, both of them yawned, then burst out in laughter at how they had done it together. He grappled her shoulder, pulling her close to him and rested the side of his head on the top of hers. Despite getting drenched earlier, her strawberry scent still stayed and it was intoxicating. Though that had taken Miku by surprise, she snuggled comfortably in his arms. It felt so right then. As their laughter subsided, Miku remembered something important she had yet to ask. Reluctantly pushing herself out of his grip and looking up at him with stern eyes, she finally managed to ask him. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Len sucked his cheeks in. He hadn't thought of a good excuse for this and he had prayed that she wouldn't ask him this. He had even tried dodging it by creating the good vibe around them.

"I… that is…" he tripped over his words, frantically messing his hair. 'Don't fail me now, fucking brain. I will love you for a lifetime if you just formulate a good fucking excuse for me right now,' he demanded. He continued with his "umm"s and "err"s, trying his best to stall time while Miku just peered at him expectantly.

That moment, what he said was probably the worst thing his mind had ever thought of or he had ever blurted out on impulse. He probably would've thought of a better excuse if it weren't Miku questioning him, but it was too late.

"I'm afraid I would fall for you."

A/N: bitch, bitch. haters gonna hate, I laugh cuz you skate; this is not my fate cuz I ate your mother's—oh what the hell.

Whoops, just quoting pewdiepie XD

I took forever to update this but whtv XD

Btw, am I doing it wrong or something? I don't seem to get more than my regular reviewers (don't worry my baes, ily 10ever. Don't be heartbroken XD lmao) hmm, idk man. Is the story shitty?

Oh and, I FUCKIN LOVE THE JANOSKIANS!1111!11! okbye.