Because there were no commissions today, Hozuki Nozomi found himself wandering out of the Service Club room, his throat a bit dry. The hallways of Sobu High were quiet at this hour, the soft hum of vending machines echoing in the distance. He slid a few coins into the slot, watching as the drinks clattered into the dispenser below.
Just as he reached in to grab a bottle of max coffee, a familiar voice, bright and full of joy, called out behind him.
"Nozomi-kun! What a coincidence! Are you getting drinks too?"
He turned his head slightly, and there she was—Miura Yumiko, radiant as ever in her school uniform. The skirt of Sobu High clung gently to her frame, her long legs clad in pristine white socks that made her skin look even paler in contrast. Her beauty was impossible to ignore, her presence commanding attention in any room, any hallway.
"Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. Want something? My treat," he offered casually, giving her a faint but warm smile.
Yumiko's eyes flicked toward the can of max coffee in his hand. Her heart skipped. With a small, hopeful smile, she said, "I'll have a max coffee too. Thank you, Nozomi-kun."
"It's an honor to treat Yumiko-san," he replied playfully, handing her a can.
Her fingers brushed against his as she took it, and she quickly looked away, cheeks tinged with pink. After a moment of hesitation, she glanced around and spotted a bench just under a sakura tree in bloom.
"Um... if you're not busy, would you like to sit and chat for a bit? Over there?"
Nozomi nodded without hesitation. "Sure."
They sat together under the tree, the air cool and petals drifting lazily down. Yumiko opened her drink and took a small sip, the carbonation tickling her lips. Her heart was pounding like crazy, and for all the practiced conversations she'd imagined, nothing came to her now.
She was flustered.
But Nozomi, with his usual calm, leaned slightly closer. His hand slid naturally to her waist, pulling her toward him in one fluid motion.
"Ah... N-Nozomi-kun...!" she squeaked.
"Is this not okay?" His voice was low, steady, his eyes locked onto hers.
Yumiko bit her lip. "Well... it's not... not okay."
Feeling his warmth, she leaned against him, unable to hide the tremble in her body. Her breath was quick, her heartbeat racing like the pounding drums of a festival night.
He inhaled the faint floral scent clinging to her, smiled slightly, and murmured, "Yumiko... I've been holding back, trying to respect your space. But if you keep being this sweet to me, I might get the wrong idea. I might end up thinking you want more... and then, I might not be able to stop myself."
Her face went crimson. She wanted to scream that he wasn't wrong, that she did like him, that she had been watching him all this time. That she had used Mahiru as an excuse to talk to him, that she didn't care about Hayama anymore.
But she couldn't bring herself to say those words.
Too embarrassing.
Too vulnerable.
So instead, she said nothing and simply leaned into him, eyes closed, trusting the moment.
Nozomi called softly, "Yumiko."
"Mmm... I'm here~"
He chuckled at her gentle tone. His hand twitched slightly.
"Can I... go a little too far?"
Her breath hitched. "Wh-what do you mean by 'too far'?"
"A kiss. Would that be okay?"
Nozomi didn't shy away. He was bold, straightforward.
"You have something you want to say, don't you? But if it's hard to say it with words, maybe you can show me with actions."
Yumiko's eyes snapped open and she gave him a soft punch to the shoulder.
"I treat you like a friend and you're asking for a kiss?! Pervert! You should be ashamed! I should express my outrage on Mahiru's behalf!"
Nozomi just laughed. "So... is that a yes or a no, Yumiko?"
"Idiot! Figure that out yourself. Don't make a girl spell it out!"
Reserved as ever, she looked away, her face beet red.
"Understood," he replied, voice low.
With a firm but gentle motion, he lifted her slightly by the waist, letting her sit sideways on his lap. Then, without waiting, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers.
Yumiko's eyes widened in shock—then fluttered closed as her fingers clutched his sleeve tightly.
Nozomi tightened his arms around Yumiko's slender waist, his grip firm but careful. In one smooth motion, he lifted her gently and set her sideways on his lap. The world seemed to pause for a heartbeat, then he leaned down and captured her soft, cherry-pink lips in a kiss.
Yumiko Miura's eyes went wide with surprise, her breath catching in her throat. Reflexively, her fingers clutched the fabric of his blazer, her heart racing like a runaway train.
Nozomi's kiss was light at first, like a breeze in spring, barely brushing her lips, as though seeking her permission. His touch wasn't rushed—it was deliberate and tender, giving Yumiko time to respond.
And respond she did.
Despite her initial panic, Yumiko's rigid shoulders relaxed. Her hand slid up and wrapped gently around his neck, trembling slightly. That simple touch told Nozomi everything he needed to know—she wasn't pushing him away.
Her earlier fluster and hesitation melted under the warmth of his affection. There had been so much she wanted to say—confessions that danced on the edge of her tongue but never dared leap off. Words of admiration, of longing, of jealousy. But now, she conveyed all of that without a single syllable.
She kissed him back.
The sweetness of her response made Nozomi's chest tighten. He could feel her heartbeat drumming against his own. Her trust, her feelings—all of it came through in that one kiss.
Still, he didn't push further. After a few blissful moments, he slowly pulled away, breathing softly, though his own cheeks were flushed with heat.
He had nearly forgotten… the side effect of his dragon bloodline.
Miura Yumiko blinked, her eyes still foggy from the moment, then suddenly shivered.
"Nozomi… you… that… that was kind of scary," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Nozomi gave her a wry smile, brushing her bangs aside and patting her head. "Isn't it because you're too adorable, Yumiko? Anyone with blood still pumping in their veins would fall head over heels. Can you... help me out here?"
She nodded without thinking, caught up in the daze.
Then the realization hit.
"W-Wait, what do you mean help you!? What should I do?" Her face turned crimson as she looked anywhere but at him.
Nozomi leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm. He whispered a few words that made Yumiko's jaw drop.
"That's... that's ridiculous!" she sputtered.
He chuckled with a sigh. "If Yumiko doesn't want to, I suppose I could ask Mahiru…"
"No way! You can't go to her!" she yelped, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling herself close. "At least not right now! When you're with me, think about me, okay? Just me!"
Her eyes sparkled with intensity, slightly watery but full of determination. Nozomi smiled gently and kissed her again, softer this time, as if sealing a promise.
Her heartbeat was a symphony in his ears, loud and fast, but beautiful.
Yumiko had dressed up so many times for him. Every glance, every brush of her fingers against his, every casual visit to the Service Club room—it had all been for Nozomi.
Ever since he had held her and comforted her that day, she couldn't stop thinking about him. And seeing him with Shiina Mahiru or Sayu… it stirred a storm in her chest. But nothing worried her more than Yui.
Yuigahama Yui had started making moves too.
If she lost to Yui, how could she forgive herself?
Nozomi took Yumiko's hand and led her to the science lab.
It was quiet.
The same room Mahiru had once been in. But now, it was just them.
Yumiko stood beside him nervously, her fingers twitching. She slowly bent down, looking up at him with flushed cheeks, then gulped.
Nozomi smiled and ruffled her hair. "Why, is our queen finally nervous? Mahiru was braver than this."
Yumiko's nervousness was palpable as she stood beside Nozomi, her delicate fingers quivering with anticipation. Her flushed cheeks and wide eyes betrayed her inexperience, but her determination was unwavering. Nozomi's teasing comment about Mahiru only fueled her resolve.
"I'm not a queen!" she insisted, her pout only serving to make her even more adorable. "I'm just an ordinary girl."
With a deep breath, Yumiko reached out, her small, icy-white hands meeting the heat of Nozomi's body. Her gaze flickered between his face and her hand, her lips parting as she seemed to gather her courage.
Nozomi's eyes lingered on her, taking in the sight of Yumiko's innocence and budding desire. He could sense her trepidation, but he was determined to guide her through this intimate act.
"Mmm..." Yumiko moaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around his hardness. She lifted her gaze to his, her brows knitting together in concentration. Relief washed over her face when she discovered his arousal didn't carry a foul scent.
Yumiko's expression transformed, brightening with newfound confidence. She focused intently on her task, her cheeks flushing pink as her lips pursed. Her inexperience was evident in her tentative strokes, but the genuine effort in her movements was more than enough to arouse Nozomi.
As Yumiko continued to touch and explore him, her motions slowly grew more confident and rhythmic. Nozomi's breath hitched, his hands gently guiding hers when she faltered, helping her learn the best way to pleasure him.
His fingers trailed through her hair, his touch both reassuring and sensual. Yumiko's eyes remained locked on his, her own desire growing as she witnessed his reaction to her touch.
Nozomi could sense her eagerness to progress, her innocent desire to please him driving her forward. With a nod, he encouraged her to continue.
Yumiko's bravery grew with each passing moment. Her small hands glided over him with increasing skill, her fingers slick with the evidence of her efforts. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for more, and he nodded, signaling her to move forward.
With trembling hands, Yumiko leaned closer, her lips brushing against the underside of his shaft. Her hesitation was palpable, but Nozomi's approval was her beacon.
She took him into her mouth, her lips soft and warm. The unfamiliar sensation of her inexperienced blowjob was both awkward and exhilarating for Nozomi. He could taste her nervousness mingled with the sweetness of her mouth.
Her throat bobbed as she took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she struggled to adapt to his girth. Nozomi's fingers threaded through her hair, guiding her gently, his breath catching in his throat as her efforts grew more earnest.
As Yumiko's mouth worked over him, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, Nozomi felt his climax drawing near. His hips bucked against her, his hold on her hair tightening.
"That's it," he encouraged her, his voice a low growl. "You're doing great, Yumiko."
The combination of her innocence, her inexperience, and her earnest desire to please him sent him over the edge. With a shudder, he came, his hot release filling her mouth. Yumiko's eyes widened, but she didn't falter, her lips wrapped around him as he finished.
Nozomi's breaths came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his heart swelling with affection for the brave, little girl before him. He gently pulled her away, wiping the remnants from her lips with his thumb.
Yumiko looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride, accomplishment, and wonder. She had made Nozomi happy, and that was all that mattered.