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Who: Mirai, Miyume.
Where: Dorms then Chitoku.
When: Tuesday, April 18th.
What: Whirlwind in the city.

Mirai inspected his watch as he waited outside the dorm, with bright glimmers of streetlight illuminating behind him against a dusk-shrouded path. These last few minutes took forever to pass - waiting was hard, like forcing yourself to work on an essay about your worst subject. Meanwhile, they piled more work on his shoulders after forcing him to his knees. It wasn't work. He kept imagining he heard his father telling him it was his duty. He had no intention of letting someone as unmerciful as his father tell him about duty.

It was utterly ridiculous. He assumed his father was calculating the kudos he would earn from having a son who was among the brightest hopes for the future. He shut his eyes. Then he whistled to himself and the worry was gone, so silently and quickly that it seemed he was taking no notice of it.

In the relative quiet, he had been keeping a silent watch on the dormitory. Now he saw the door open, not inviting but to let someone escape, and she was waving. Then he whistled his appreciation and set up a camera with his fingers. Seeing the dark sky, particularly such a starry one, had been calming. He hoped very much that other good things would happen.

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Mirai lent down. She lent up. He shifted and brought his arms slowly to her back, where his hands pushed her closer without a word of approval. To be calmed by this! He was not misunderstood then. He leaned into the kiss as a warmth slowly spread from their mouths and his whole face reddened gently to pink, and he brought down a hand from that blouse of hers. Behind her it moved cautiously across her skirt, where his fingers played with the edges before it rested again. Now he had to rise for a bit of air, and separated after a small closed-mouthed kiss.

"... Hmmmm. That's no good," he said mildly. "You need to watch less dramas."

The other hand was moving to grasp a fistful of hair. He pulled it gently and tilted her head, then leaned from a greater height to kiss her neck, starting just below her ear. Now he was finding she was bringing him happiness, because she had stepped over his wall completely - and respected him and left it intact.

A pleasant shiver ran up Miyume's spine. Her inexperience and desire to know more made her a very willing student. Her breathing and heartbeat sped up again. The feelings of bliss from before returned. The kisses left her a little dizzy and she felt a warm feeling spring from somewhere deep inside her.

"This feels nice, senpai. Very nice. But would you rather go someplace a little more private? Where we can a little more comfortable?"

All thoughts of clubbing amd dancing had been firmly put on the background for now.

"Oh no," he said between kisses, "How about trusting in me for a moment, Miyume?" His fingers were playing with her skirt, out of sight. They kept flicking the edges and then rubbing them between their tips. Now he came to kiss at the front of her neck. "I'm not a bad man."

There was definitely something agonising about the way he pulled back - but he was only stooping to pick up her cane, very carefully, holding her in a delicate, tender way.

"I told you you're special," he said. "So let's get going."

Miyume decided she liked this kissing thing. Especially when Mirai kissed and sucked at the front of her neck. Dimly, Miyume wondered if he'd left a mark, a thought that pleased her immensely.

"I trust you, Mirai," she murmured as she took the cane away from him. She turned away from him to face the path again.

"Are we taking a cab?"

Mirai did not wait for Miyume to finish speaking. He slapped her ass. When she looked back she would see an observant self-satisfied smile on his face. "I said that you can make your own decisions, right? So then, why are you asking me?"

Miyume jumped at the smack, her question ending in a semi-coherent mumble. When she caught his smile, she stuck her tongue out at him then faced forward again.

"We'll take a cab, then. Do you know the address of the club we're going to?"

At least, the question distracted her from dwelling on just how good that spank had felt.

"Yes, of course," he said absentmindedly. "That's the internet. The whole thing is full of information about pleasure."

He caught up quickly and was pleased with himself for having hidden something naughty in his words. She understood just where his heart was now, and cradled it in her hands instead of kicking it. He had no intention of letting someone as special as her forget that she was desirable and looked back at her, very naughtily, smiling as his words drew to a close.