Saturday morning opened with the campus bathed in sunlight, rays streaming through the blinds of Honami Ichinose's room. Hikaru Hashima was already awake, lounging on Honami's bed, one arm behind his head, while she bustled in a corner of the room, preparing green tea.
The fresh, herbal scent filled the air, mingling with the aroma of toast she'd insisted on making. The room was a cozy cocoon: shelves lined with neatly arranged books, a small potted plant on the windowsill, and a pale blue blanket tangled on the bed.
"You're really in housewife mode, Ichinose," Hikaru teased, a smirk on his lips, watching her pour hot water with almost comical precision.
Honami turned, one hand on her hip, her chestnut hair loose and cascading in waves over her shoulders. "Oh, shut up, Hashima. If I left it to you, we'd be drinking hot water with dead leaves." She narrowed her eyes, but her smile betrayed her amusement.
He chuckled, propping himself up against the wall. "Admit it, you just like watching me do nothing."
Her cheeks flushed, and she shot him a mock-outraged look. "You're insufferable, you know that?" She placed two steaming cups on the coffee table and sat beside him, crossing her legs. "So, any plans for today, or are you just going to laze around all day?"
Hikaru shrugged, sipping his tea. "Don't know. Maybe a walk? There's that park nearby with cherry trees. Could be nice."
Honami nodded, enthusiastic. "Good idea! We can have a picnic if you want. I've got stuff in the fridge."
"Deal. But I get to pick the dessert," he said with a wink, and she rolled her eyes, laughing softly.
They spent the morning preparing a basket: tuna sandwiches, sliced apples, and a box of mochi Hikaru had swiped from Honami's cupboard. Outside, the park was a living painting, the cherry trees still in bloom despite the late season, their pink petals drifting in the air.
They settled under a tree, a blanket spread beneath them, and ate lunch while laughing about everything and nothing. Honami shared an embarrassing anecdote about a failed presentation in middle school, and Hikaru admitted he'd almost been kicked out of a sports club for breaking a volleyball net.
"You're a walking disaster, honestly," she said, biting into an apple, her eyes sparkling.
"And yet, here you are, hanging out with me," he retorted, leaning toward her. "Admit it, you're hooked."
She blushed, looking away. "Pff, in your dreams, Hashima."
The rest of the day flew by like a dream. They strolled through the park, took silly photos in front of a fountain, and ended up buying ice cream, which Honami ate with adorable focus, carefully avoiding getting it everywhere. Hikaru teased her relentlessly, and she retaliated by putting a drop of vanilla on his nose, bursting into laughter when he pretended to seek revenge.
By evening, they returned to Honami's place, exhausted but happy. The soft glow of her desk lamp gave the room an intimate warmth, and they collapsed onto the bed, still dressed, their shoes abandoned near the door. Honami lay on her back, arms crossed under her head, while Hikaru, beside her, idly played with a strand of her hair.
"That was a good day," she murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice softer. "You made it… perfect, you know."
She turned her head toward him, surprised, and their eyes met. Something passed between them, an electric current that made their hearts beat faster. Hikaru propped himself up on an elbow, leaning in slightly. "Honami," he said, almost a whisper, "I want you."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. "Me… me too," she murmured, shy but sincere.
He kissed her, softly at first, his lips brushing hers like a caress. Then the kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining, a mix of tenderness and raw desire. Hikaru slid a hand under her sweater, grazing her warm skin, and Honami shivered, mmh, her fingers clutching his t-shirt.
With deliberate slowness, he pulled the sweater over her head, revealing a pale blue bra that contrasted with her fair skin. He unhooked it, freeing her round breasts, their nipples hardening under his gaze.
"You're so beautiful," he growled, and he leaned in to kiss one breast, his tongue tracing circles around the nipple. Honami moaned, ah!, her hands in his hair, pressing him closer. He moved lower, removing her skirt and panties, exposing her already wet pussy. He slipped a finger inside, then two, exploring gently, and she arched, ha… ha…, her thighs trembling.
"Hashima… please," she whispered, her gaze clouded.
He quickly undressed, his erection evident, and positioned himself between her legs. "Ready?" he asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. He entered her slowly, groaning, fuck, at the sensation of her tightness. Honami moaned, nnh!, clinging to his shoulders. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts deep, admiring her breasts bouncing with each movement.
He changed positions, lifting her so she straddled him. Her breasts were right under his nose, and he grasped them, squeezing as she rode him, awkward but determined. "Like that," he murmured, guiding her hips, and she moaned, ohh!, her movements becoming smoother. She climaxed like that, her body trembling, her breasts pressed against his chest, and Hikaru groaned, struggling to hold back.
He flipped her over, putting her on all fours, her breasts hanging beautifully. He caressed her ass before entering her again, his thrusts harder, faster. Honami cried out, ahh!, her hands gripping the blanket, and she climaxed again, her muscles clenching around him.
Hikaru changed again, laying her on her back, spreading her thighs to plunge into her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She reached a third orgasm, haaa!, her eyes dazed, and he pulled out just in time, releasing onto her stomach with a rough groan.
They collapsed, breathless, entwined. "You're… incredible," he murmured, stroking her hair. Honami smiled, nestled against him, her body still vibrating.
"Hashima?" she said timidly. "I… I want to please you, too."
He raised an eyebrow, amused. "You don't have to, you know."
"I want to," she insisted, red but determined. She knelt, hesitant, and he gently guided her, his hands in her hair. She took him in her mouth, awkward at first, but quickly improving, her lips adjusting, her tongue exploring. Hikaru groaned, fuck, holding her hair firmly, and released into her mouth, one last shiver running through him.
They fell asleep entwined, the weekend etched in their memories as a perfect moment.