A man— No, a boy.
Bag slung across his shoulder, uniform crisp but collar unbuttoned, revealing pale skin. Black hair tied into a short tail, dense bangs drooping. Eyes inky, nose sharp, thin lips neutral—serene.
He stepped in, flung his bag.
Ayaka watched him roll up sleeves, exposing forearms: Knuckles defined, fingers long and slender—like fresh bamboo shoots after rain.
Then he tossed the cloth-wrapped wooden sword beside the bag, spun, and exited. Fast. Shirt hem fluttered like white wings. Everything elegant. Ayaka forgot to breathe.
"Hey, where you going?"
Kato Go, fresh off training, called.
Boy paused, turned. Eyes: night sky with scattered stars. Lips parted—youthful swagger, slight rasp. Elegant laugh: "Piss. Holding it in's killing me. Join?"
"Join join!" Kato yelled. Bro code: dragged Kase Masafumi along.
Trio vanished toward the bathroom. Ayaka gasped, grabbed a kouhai girl: "This hot— I mean, who is he?"
"Huh?" Kouhai blinked. "The one you keep complaining about—Kobayashi Satoru… Senpai, you okay?"
Ayaka's eyes glazed, lips twitched upward stiffly. Grass. She pictured a plain dude… how is he THIS hot? Suddenly understood Sakura's taste. Hell, even I wouldn't let him go…
"Senpai, drool."
Ayaka slurp, snapped straight. "R-Right… got it." Calm, Ayaka. Men aren't just looks—character matters… Skin-deep guys are worthless.
"I swear, Kobayashi, that thing's huge?!"
Trio returned, mid-toilet talk. Kato incredulous, Masafumi stealing glances down.
"Alas, I'm grown—big junior's normal…" Satoru sighed. "Honestly, it's a burden."
"You fucking stop!" Kato wailed. Thought he only had sword skills… turns out the sword's legendary too!
"I'm serious… envy your normal sizes." Feels like those hentai yellow-hairs. Uncomfy.
"AAAAH STOP FLEXING!!" Kato ear-plugged. This is bullying! Damn it!!
Innocent kouhai tilted head: "What're they talking about?"
"NO IDEA! BOY TALK!" Ayaka shrieked, voice cracking. Pupil earthquake: she knew. Please, I don't wanna be a 0.1-sec girl!
But this guy—pretty, slim… shouldn't pack that…
"Miyajima-senpai gone?" Satoru asked.
"Bad timing—captain's busy," Kato said.
"No prob. Here for Kase." Satoru smiled kindly at the underclassman: "Kase-kun, how's training?"
"Y-Yes!" Masafumi snapped to attention, cheeks flushed. "Practicing hard, but… unsure of level."
"No rush. Plenty time—I'll check later." Satoru grinned.
"Yes!" Masafumi beamed like a kid.
"Oh right." Kato remembered. "Kobayashi, meet our vice-captain. Same family name!"
"Vice-captain?" Satoru followed the finger, startled: "…Ayaka?"
Grass, forgot about Kobayashi Ayaka!
From the same series as Sakura, but only a few panels—zero deep memory. And special: Hypnosis series—multiple doujins. Ayaka: only named girl NEVER NTR'd!!
"You… know me?" Ayaka flipped dead-fish eyes, arms crossed, back straight but slouched, chin tilted condescendingly.
Damn, even hotter up close!
"Uh, yeah… vice-captain, beauty, famous in our class." Satoru smiled.
"Heh, no need to butter me." Ayaka cold laughed. W-What do you want? Praise? Seduce me? I won't fall easy!
"Kobayashi Satoru… reporting late. My bad." He offered a handshake, apologetic. Next visit? TBD. Surface courtesy? Must.
"Heh, big shot. Sakura invites you, first appearance ever. No rookie like you in kendo history." Handshake. Cold palm, perfect touch, long fingers, gorgeous hands. Damn handsome!
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