Aiko rushed into the classroom, breath slightly quickened, lips faintly swollen and glistening. Her cheeks wore a fresh pink blush that made no attempt to hide what had just happened. Behind her, the door clicked softly shut.
"See you after class, Taa-kun," she'd whispered right after their goodbye kiss—soft and lingering, right on the lips. The kind of kiss that made time pause for just a second. Now, it was back to the noisy world of desks and notebooks and curious eyes.
She practically floated into her seat… which happened to be right next to Haru and Sora.
Sora tilted his head, raising an eyebrow the moment she plopped into her chair. "Well, that was a kiss," he said, not even bothering to hide his smirk.
Haru gasped audibly beside her, covering his mouth with both hands. His dark lashes fluttered as his wide eyes landed on Aiko. "A-Aiko...! Y-you just... on the lips?!"
Aiko turned toward them slowly, resting her elbow on the desk and her chin on her hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hm? You two saw that?"
"You were right there," Sora said, still grinning. "Of course we did. Right in front of the classroom door, no shame."
Haru's face was already red as he whispered, "That was... really romantic, but... you didn't even look around…"
Aiko shrugged, still smiling like a girl who got exactly what she wanted. "What can I say? I wanted a kiss before class. Taa-kun didn't mind."
Sora shook his head with a quiet chuckle. "Damn. That's bold."
"You say that like you wouldn't do the same," Aiko said slyly, glancing at Haru. "With how clingy your boyfriend is?"
Haru squeaked, turning redder and clutching onto Sora's sleeve. "I-I'm not clingy!"
"Please," Aiko teased, leaning toward him, "you live with him and call him 'Sora' in that cute little voice."
Sora pulled Haru closer and shrugged. "I don't mind it. He's cute. I'd kiss him before class too if it didn't cause a scene."
Aiko giggled, shaking her head. "Honestly, I admire your lack of shame."
"I admire your lack of filter," Sora shot back.
"I admire both of you for being such a disaster couple," Aiko quipped, then leaned back and sighed, dreamy again. "But still… I wasn't the only one who kissed him."
Haru blinked. "...What?"
Aiko smiled to herself. "Yuki was there too."
Sora's brow furrowed slightly. "Wait, Yuki? That boy we met the other day?"
"Yes," Aiko said, eyes glittering. "He was behind the school. He confessed, too."
There was a short silence between the boys.
"...Hold up," Sora said slowly. "You're telling me that you and Yuki confessed to Shin—at the same time?"
Aiko nodded sweetly. "And he said yes to both of us."
Haru's jaw dropped. "Y-you're… sharing him?"
"Yup," she said with a proud little pop of the 'p'.
"And you're okay with that?!" Sora asked, stunned.
Aiko tilted her head. "Why wouldn't I be? I love him. Yuki loves him. And he loves us."
Haru was already fanning himself with his hand. "Th-this is so much…"
Sora stared, then leaned back, letting out a short laugh. "You know what? I shouldn't be surprised. If anyone could pull off a scene like that, it's you."
"It was beautiful," Aiko said, almost dreamily. "Sakura petals… trembling hands… and then lots of kissing. I don't even know who I kissed first at one point."
Haru clutched his desk and whined softly, "A-Aiko, please, I'm too fragile for this kind of chaos…"
Sora grinned. "Sounds like your love life just turned into a drama series."
Aiko smirked, then turned on them. "Please, like you two are any less dramatic. I know what you do when no one's watching."
"W-we don't do that much!" Haru squeaked, already clinging to Sora like a lifeline. "Soraaaa!"
Sora gave her a shrug. "We live together. Of course we do that much."
"SORA!" Haru hissed, burying his face in his boyfriend's shoulder.
Aiko laughed, loud and delighted. "You guys are adorable."
"We try," Sora said, resting his chin atop Haru's head. "But seriously. You okay with all this, Aiko?"
She nodded. "Honestly… I've never been happier."
Haru peeked up through his fingers. "Even with... Yuki?"
Aiko smiled. "Especially with Yuki. We're like two puzzle pieces that both fit with Shin. It's weird… but it feels right."
"...That's kinda beautiful," Haru admitted quietly.
"Hey," Sora said, smirking. "Tell Shin if he ever wants to juggle a third—"
Aiko held up a finger. "Try it and I'll steal Haru just to prove a point."
"EH?!" Haru turned to her, totally betrayed.
Sora just laughed. "Touché."
As the teacher entered the room and called for order, the trio settled into their seats. Aiko opened her notebook with a hum, heart still fluttering.
Maybe this wasn't what she expected for her love life. But it was hers. And it was perfect.
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The classroom buzzed lightly under the teacher's droning voice. Notes were being copied, pencils scratched paper, and heads bobbed low behind books. But for Sora, it was all just background noise. His world was limited to the warm presence beside him—Haru.
Haru sat quietly, his eyes glued to the board, but his handwriting had become increasingly uneven. His thighs were slightly tense, knees pressed together just a little too tightly. And Sora knew why.
Because his hand was there.
Resting innocently at first, right on Haru's thigh under the shared desk. But as the minutes passed, it slid upward, with slow teasing motions. His fingers barely grazed over the fabric of Haru's uniform pants, drawing lazy circles, then light squeezes.
And then, without a single change in expression, Sora's hand slipped higher.
Just enough to make Haru's breath catch.
"S-Sora," Haru whispered out of the corner of his mouth, not daring to move. "Stop. I can't concentrate..."
"Then don't concentrate," Sora murmured, voice low, warm against Haru's ear. "You're cuter when you're distracted."
Haru clenched the edge of the desk. His face was flushed with a soft pink, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to ignore the burning heat creeping up his neck. Sora was shameless. The pressure on his thigh pulsed again—a light squeeze, then a slow drag of his knuckles. Not quite reaching where Haru feared it would. Teasing. Always just shy.
Aiko watched with casual amusement from the other side. She didn't even bother pretending not to notice. She'd seen this too many times. Her chin rested in her hand, lips curled into a smirk.
"You two are impossible," she whispered, leaning a little closer. "Sora, you know he turns red like that when he's really trying to focus."
"I know," Sora replied with a shrug, eyes still on Haru, whose legs were now trembling slightly. "That's the point."
Haru groaned under his breath, his hand twitching on the desk.
"Sora, please... not here..."
Sora shifted his fingers slightly, tapping against Haru's inner thigh like a metronome. "Mmm, but here is the best place. No one can see. Except Aiko, of course. But she doesn't count."
"Rude," Aiko muttered.
Haru bit his lower lip. His breathing was shallow now, and his voice dropped to a whimper. "I'm gonna mess up my notes..."
"I'll copy them for you later," Sora said. "But I like watching you try to keep your composure. It's adorable."
"You're evil."
"I know."
His hand moved again—just an inch, maybe two—but the weight of it made Haru squirm. It hovered just barely over the place that would make Haru jump, but never touched it. Just the anticipation alone had Haru's whole body drawn tight.
Aiko snorted softly. "You know, at this rate, Sora, you're going to give him a nervous breakdown."
"Or a new fetish," Sora replied without blinking.
"S-Sora!!" Haru gasped, cheeks puffed, shaking his head rapidly.
Sora grinned, finally glancing at him with amused eyes. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss just behind Haru's ear. "You know I love you, right?"
"Y-You say that while molesting me under the table..."
"Technically I'm not touching anything illegal," Sora whispered with a devilish smirk. "Yet."
Haru slapped his hand over his face. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
Aiko, trying and failing not to laugh, leaned back into her seat. "You're gonna get detention one day. Just for being too horny."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sora replied calmly. Then, with a glance toward the door, he added, "Besides, I'm not the only one teasing today. You and Shin looked like you were about to eat each other."
"We were just kissing," Aiko said with mock innocence.
"Just kissing?" Sora raised a brow. "Girl, please. He looked ready to pin you to the lockers."
Aiko waved her hand. "Says the guy with his hand basically up his boyfriend's pants."
Sora leaned into Haru again, his lips brushing the edge of his jaw. "Shin's probably doing the same to Yuki right now."
That caught both Haru and Aiko off-guard.
Aiko tilted her head. "You think so?"
"Yes!"
"Shin wouldn't do that in school," Haru whispered nervously.
Sora turned back to him. "Why not? I am."
Haru buried his face in his arms.
Sora chuckled, rubbing soft circles into his boyfriend's thigh again. "You're seriously so cute when you're suffering."
"You're the worst..."
"And you still love me."
Haru peeked up at him, pouting. But his eyes were warm, and his lips quivered like he wanted to smile.
"...Yeah. I do."
Sora leaned in and kissed his temple, right where his bangs fell. The teasing eased for just a moment—just long enough for Haru to breathe.
And then the hand moved again.
"Sora!!"
"Shh. Focus on the board, babe."
Aiko rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Boys..."
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END OF CHAPTER : 120 : YOU GUYS DID WHAT?!
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