After leaving Class D, Hashima Hikaru and Ichinose strolled around the campus. They planned to have dinner together.
"Although there were some twists and turns, fortunately, the result was good. We still achieved today's goal," the boy smiled, looking at Ichinose 's side profile.
"Yes, I didn't expect Class D students to be like that. I was really nervous just now."
Although Ichinose Honami was unhappy when Kushida exchanged contact information with Hashima Hikaru, thinking about how they had successfully completed the 1 million point recovery plan today, that uncomfortable feeling was offset.
The girl knew very well that all of Hashima Hikaru 's actions were for the class. As long as it was for Class B, she could endure these things.
Anyway, he would always be by her side, and they were going to have dinner together, so Ichinose Honami didn't want to show any displeasure.
"Since the school assigned them to Class D, it must have had deep considerations," Hashima Hikaru nodded. Today's observations conveyed a clear message: "The future for Class D students will likely be difficult."
"I feel the same way. Although Hirata-kun and Kushida-kun are currently trusted by Class D, when it comes to major decisions, they can't integrate the class well."
"They can integrate to some extent, but not very solidly. A united class like ours in Class B is rare, and that's all thanks to Ichinose -san."
"Not at all, it's clearly Hashima-kun who did more."
Hearing the other's compliment, the girl's pretty face flushed slightly. She now knew that whenever the boy said this, he was actually teasing her.
"Oh, if that's the case, is Ichinose -san treating me to dinner today? I want a luxurious meal."
"Of course, I'll fulfill all of Hashima-kun's requests." Ichinose looked seriously into Hashima Hikaru 's eyes, indicating everything was fine.
"...Never mind, I was joking. Let's just have a regular meal."
"Hehehe."
Knowing the other wouldn't take advantage of her, Ichinose Honami smiled lightly, but her heart couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. She felt her relationship with Hashima was already very good, yet she still hadn't entered his heart.
The boy's attitude had always been like this: he would tease her but never really do anything in public. His warmth carried a hint of distance, which was not what Ichinose wanted.
"Let's go," Hashima Hikaru didn't notice the fleeting expression on the girl's face and said casually, "But if you're not treating me to dinner, you can't escape buying me a drink. I want cola."
"Got it, got it, I'll buy it right away!"
The two walked side by side into the student cafeteria and enjoyed their dinner together.
Twilight enveloped the campus in a violet glow, the streetlights flickering to life one by one, guiding students back to their dorms. Hikaru Hashima and Honami Ichinose had just left the cafeteria, where they'd shared a simple yet warm dinner: steaming udon for her, a bowl of katsu curry for him, and a plate of tempura to share.
Their laughter had echoed through the hall, punctuated by playful teasing—about Honami's habit of folding her napkin into a perfect square and Hikaru's inability to eat without spilling sauce everywhere.
Now, they walked side by side toward Honami's dorm, their steps accompanied by the rustle of fallen leaves beneath their feet. The crisp air carried a hint of jasmine, and Honami's cheeks still flushed from the light wine they'd shared. Hikaru, hands tucked into his blazer pockets, stole sidelong glances, captivated by the way her pink hair swayed in the breeze, framing her delicate face.
He wondered if she truly felt the same pull, if she was as aware of the tension between them. Even after everything they'd done together. Maybe he was just a guy who'd taken advantage of an innocent girl.
"Did you *really* have to correct the waiter on the pronunciation of 'tempura'?" he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're too uptight, Ichinose."
She elbowed him, laughing. "He said 'tem-poo-ra'! It was unbearable. And what did you do? You just nodded like an idiot."
"Hey, I was enjoying my meal, no need to play teacher," he shot back, and she giggled, her eyes sparkling under the lamplight.
They reached the door to her dorm. Honami rummaged in her bag for her key, but before she could insert it into the lock, Hikaru placed a hand on her arm, halting her. She looked up, surprised, and met his intense, almost burning gaze.
Without a word, he gently spun her around and pressed her against the door—not roughly, but with a firmness that made her heart race.
"Hashima?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers before capturing them in a deep kiss. Honami moaned softly, her hands clutching his blazer, overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth. He broke the kiss, trailing down to her neck, where he nipped at the sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. "You're the luxury dish I want," he growled, his voice rough, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
Honami blushed furiously, her breath coming short. "Y-you're… you're stupid," she stammered, but her eyes gleamed with desire. She turned the key in the lock, and they stumbled inside, the door clicking shut behind them.
Hikaru guided her to the center of the room, his hands sliding to her hips. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the softness of her lips. His fingers found the hem of her blazer, sliding it off her shoulders, revealing a white blouse that hugged her curves. Honami, shy but consenting, raised her arms to help him remove the shirt, exposing a lace bra that contrasted with her pale skin.
He unhooked the bra with practiced ease, setting her round, full breasts free, their pale pink nipples hardening in the cool air. They were beautiful, perfectly curved, slightly heavy, and Hikaru couldn't resist brushing them, his thumbs circling the peaks. Honami gasped, her thighs clenching instinctively. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and he slid down her skirt, then her panties, leaving her naked before him.
Hikaru led her to the bed, laying her down on the covers. Her hair fanned out like a halo, and her body, all soft curves, seemed sculpted to be admired. He caressed her thighs, moving slowly upward, and slipped a finger between her lips, finding her already wet. "Fuck, Honami," he growled, and he began to masturbate her, his fingers tracing precise circles on her clit. She panted, her hips rising, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
He knelt between her legs, his lips brushing the insides of her thighs before diving toward her core. His tongue explored, licking softly, then firmer, and Honami cried out, her hands gripping the covers. He sucked her clit, alternating with flicks of his tongue, and she trembled, close to orgasm. But he stopped, lifting his head with a teasing smile. "Not yet," he murmured.