Lunchtime at Sainan High was usually a battlefield for bread, but today, the target wasn't yakisoba pan. It was Yuuki Rito.
Rito sat at his desk, shrinking into himself as a wall of students surrounded him.
"Yuuki-kun! Is it true that you date every female alien you see?"
"Did you really fight aliens and that's why absent for three days?"
"Hey, I heard a rumour you know the author of Dragon Ball Z! Can you get me an autograph?"
Rito waved his hands frantically, sweat beading on his forehead. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just a little more than your normal student!"
'This is bad.' Rito thought, his heart racing. 'The school is practically buzzing with rumours. I can't relax.'
He looked around for an escape route. Lala was currently being interviewed by the Newspaper Club about her latest explosion. Mikan who always knows how to save him was at her school. He was alone.
"Excuse me!"
A clear, authoritative voice cut through the noise. The crowd parted.
Sairenji Haruna stood there. She had her Class Representative armband on, and she was holding a stack of library books. Her face was slightly pink, but her eyes were determined.
"Rito-kun has Library Committee duties." Haruna announced, her voice trembling just a little. "He needs to come with me. Right now."
The students grumbled but stepped back. They didn't argue with Haruna.
Rito let out a breath of relief. "Haruna!"
Haruna grabbed his wrist. "Come on, Rito-kun."
She pulled him out of the classroom, down the hall, and away from the noise. They didn't stop at the main library desk. She led him straight to the back, to the heavy iron door of the Archive Room.
She unlocked it, pulled him inside, and locked it behind them.
…
The Archive Room was cool, dim, and smelled of old paper and dust. It was a stark contrast to the bright, noisy hallway.
Rito leaned against a stack of yearbooks, sliding down to sit on the floor. "Thanks, Haruna. You saved me."
Haruna didn't answer immediately. She put the books down on a desk and turned to him. She wasn't looking at his face. She was looking at his chest.
"Rito-kun," she whispered. "Take off your shirt."
Rito blinked, flushing red. "H-Huh? Here? Now?"
"I want to see." Haruna said, wringing her hands. "You were in the hospital for three days. Mikado-sensei and Lala-san said... said you have changed. That the explosion did some things to you."
She took a step closer, her eyes wide with worry.
"I need to know you're okay. Please."
Rito looked at her. He saw the fear in her eyes, the fear that he was hurt, or different, or monstrous.
He nodded slowly. "Okay."
He stood up and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. He pulled it open, sliding it off his shoulders.
Haruna gasped.
The 8-pack was there, stark and defined in the dim light. But what drew her eye wasn't the muscle. It was the faint, golden lines that traced across his skin, like veins of gold leaf embedded in his flesh. They pulsed softly, matching his heartbeat.
"It's... beautiful." Haruna breathed, reaching out.
Her fingers traced a line over his heart. Her touch was cool and gentle.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No." Rito said, his voice husky. "It feels... warm. Especially when you touch it."
Haruna leaned in. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right over the golden mark.
"I was so scared," she murmured against his skin. "I thought I lost you."
Rito shivered. The sensation of her lips on his bare chest, the scent of her hair, the quiet intimacy of the room... his honest body reacted instantly.
His heart rate spiked. The golden lines glowed a little brighter. And below the belt, his trousers tightened.
Haruna pulled back, feeling the change in his breathing. She looked down and saw the tent.
She looked up at him, a shy, beautiful smile spreading across her face.
"You really are healthy, Rito-kun." she whispered.
She reached for his belt.
…
The Archive Room was a capsule of silence, separated from the noisy reality of Sainan High by a heavy iron door and layers of dust. The air tasted of old parchment and the sweet, lingering vanilla of Haruna's perfume.
"You really are healthy, Rito-kun." Haruna whispered, her fingers lingering on his belt buckle, her eyes tracing the faint golden lines that now mapped Rito's chest.
Rito swallowed hard, his face burning. The cool air of the library did nothing to temper the furnace-like heat radiating from his honest body.
"I... I can't help it, Haruna." Rito admitted, his voice rough and low. "Being alone with you... seeing you worry about me... checking my scars... it makes me happy. And... excited."
He reached out, his hand covering hers on his belt. The contact sent a jolt through them both.
Haruna stepped closer, closing the last inch of distance between them. She reached up, her hands sliding over his bare shoulders, feeling the new, dense texture of his muscles, the result of his survival against the Darkness energy. He felt harder, sturdier, like a statue warmed by the sun.
"I missed you." she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Those three days you were in the clinic... the library felt so empty. I kept sorting books, but I couldn't focus. I kept looking at the door, hoping you'd walk in."
She stood on her tiptoes, her eyes fluttering shut.
"I missed your scent."
She pressed her lips to his.
Mmm…
It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, tasting of relief and longing. But as Rito's arms came around her waist, pulling her flush against his bare chest, the kiss deepened. Her mouth opened, inviting him in. Their tongues met, wet and hot, a sudden spark of passion igniting in the dusty silence.
Rito groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips. He walked her backward, their bodies locked together, until her back hit the sturdy metal shelving of the reference section.
Thump.
The heavy encyclopedias rattled ominously on the shelves above them.
"Haruna..." Rito gasped, breaking the kiss to bury his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "I missed you too. So much."
He reached down, his hands bunching the fabric of her pleated skirt. He lifted it up, the material sliding over her hips, his palms finding the warm, soft skin of her thighs. She wasn't wearing stockings today; her skin was bare, smooth, and fever-hot.
"Can we...?" he asked, his thumbs pressing into her soft flesh. "Here? Now?"
Haruna nodded against his shoulder, her breath hitching. "Yes. I want to feel you. I need to know you're really back."
She reached down and unzipped his trousers.
The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. She pushed his pants and boxers down in one go.
Rito's erection sprang free. It was heavy, thick, and fully engorged. It slapped against her stomach, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her uniform blouse.
Haruna looked down at it. Even after everything, the size still made her eyes widen. But there was no fear, only a deep, possessive hunger.
"It's so warm." she whispered, wrapping her hand around it. She squeezed, marvelling at the hardness. "And it's throbbing."
Rito hissed, his head falling back against a row of yearbooks. "Haruna... your hand..."
He couldn't wait. He grabbed her leg, hooking it over his arm. He pressed his hips forward, the broad head of his cock nuzzling against the crotch of her panties.
"Wait," Haruna whispered. "My panties..."
"Leave them," Rito growled, his "honest" instincts taking over. He reached down and pulled the fabric to the side. "I want to see you."
The white cotton stretched aside, revealing her wet, pink entrance. She was soaking. The scent of her arousal mixed with the old paper smell, creating an intoxicating perfume.
Rito lined himself up.
"It's going to be tight." he warned, looking into her eyes. "I'm... pretty worked up. I might stretch you."
"I know." Haruna smiled, a brave, loving smile that melted his heart. "Fill me up, Rito-kun. Make me full."
He thrust forward.
SHLUNK.
He buried himself deep inside her in one fluid, powerful motion.
"Ahhh!" Haruna gasped, her head falling back against the books, her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. "Rito-kun! It's so big!"
The sensation was incredible. Her internal walls clamped around him, hot and tight, milking him instantly. Rito held still for a moment, letting them both adjust to the invasion. He could feel her pulse around him.
Then, he heard it.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Footsteps. Sharp, authoritative footsteps echoing in the hallway outside the Archive Room.
"I swear I heard voices in here." Kotegawa Yui's voice rang out, muffled by the heavy door but dangerously close. "Is Yuuki Rito is skipping cleaning duty again to sleep in the archives..."
Rito and Haruna froze.
Ice water flooded Rito's veins. He was balls-deep inside the Class Representative, pinned against a bookshelf, shirtless, with the Head of the Morals Committee standing ten feet away.
Rito's hand flew to Haruna's mouth, covering it gently.
Haruna's eyes went wide with panic. Her body reacted instinctively to the fear, her internal muscles clamped down on Rito's shaft in a terrified, crushing spasm.
"Nnngh!" Rito gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as he fought the urge to groan aloud. The sudden tightness was agonizingly good.
The doorknob rattled.
Clank-clank.
"Locked?" Yui muttered. "That's strange. The schedule says it should be open for cleaning."
Rito didn't move. He held perfectly still, pressed against Haruna. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest like a trapped bird. Her breath was hot against his palm.
"Maybe he went to the roof." another voice suggested, probably a teacher.
"Hmph. I'll check. If I find him slacking off..."
The footsteps lingered for a terrifying eternity. Then, slowly, they began to retreat.
Click-clack... click-clack...
Silence returned to the room.
Haruna slumped, trembling violently. Rito slowly removed his hand from her mouth, but he didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside her, the connection serving as an anchor.
"That... that was close." Rito whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Too close." Haruna breathed. She looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, dilated, and swirling with a complex mix of fear and adrenaline.
The fear hadn't killed the mood. It had evolved it. The taboo of the situation, the risk of discovery, the silence, the forbidden location, had acted like gasoline on a fire.
Haruna moved her hips. A small, grinding circle.
"You're still inside me." she whispered.
Rito groaned, feeling the friction burn along his nerves. "Haruna... if you do that..."
"Do it," she whispered, biting her lip, her face flushed a deep, wanton red. "But... be quiet. If we make a sound... Yui-san might come back."
Rito looked at her. The "shy" Haruna was gone, replaced by a girl high on the thrill of the sexual act.
"Okay," Rito breathed. "Quietly."
He began to move.
It wasn't the frantic pounding he had used with the elementary girls. It was slow. Agonizingly deep. He withdrew almost completely—shhhlick—until only the head remained inside, then drove back in with a heavy, steady pressure.
Squelch.
The sound of their wet bodies colliding seemed deafening in the silence.
"Mmph!" Haruna buried her face in his bare shoulder to stifle her moan. Her nails dug into his back, leaving white crescents that would turn red later. "Rito-kun... so deep..."
"Shhh," Rito whispered, kissing her ear, his breath hot. "Quiet, Haruna."
He established a rhythm.
Thrust.
Grind.
Pull.
Every stroke hit her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure through her belly. The Golden Heart Seal on her stomach, pressed between their bodies, began to warm up, reacting to the intensity of their connection.
Rito watched her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent cry. She looked ruined, and it looked perfect.
"You like this," Rito murmured, sliding his hand down between them to rub her clitoris while he thrust. "You like sneaking around and having sex."
Haruna's eyes snapped open, hazy and lust-filled. "I... I do. Because it's you. Only with you."
She wrapped her leg tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Harder," she mouthed, no sound coming out. "Fuck me harder."
Rito obeyed. He braced his arm against the bookshelf above her head, leaning his weight into her. He picked up the pace, his hips blurring.
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
The books rattled on the shelves behind her.
Thud-thud-thud.
"Quiet," Rito reminded her, kissing her deeply to swallow a scream that was bubbling up in her throat.
He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips. Haruna kissed him back desperately, sucking on his tongue, her hips bucking to meet him.
The pleasure was building to a breaking point. Rito's stamina was holding strong, but the intensity of the silent sex, the need to hold back the noise while letting go of the body, was pushing him to the edge.
He felt Haruna tighten around him. Her inner walls were fluttering, gripping him, milking him.
"Rito-kun...!" she whimpered against his lips. "I'm... I'm close...!"
"Cum," Rito commanded in a whisper. "Cum for me, Haruna."
She shattered.
Her body convulsed, shaking the entire bookshelf. A muted cry broke from her throat as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down on him with crushing force.
"Nnnngggghhhh!"
The sensation of her climax triggered his own. Rito froze, his muscles locking up.
"Haruna...!"
He drove deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, hitting the deepest part of her.
SPLURT.
He emptied himself.
Silent and complete. Thick, hot waves of seed flooded into her womb, filling her up.
SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT.
Haruna's eyes rolled back, her legs trembling around his waist. She felt the heat spreading inside her, a heavy, comforting weight that marked her as his. The Golden Heart Seal glowed brightly between them, hidden from the world but burning against Rito's skin.
They stayed like that for a long time, pressed against the encyclopedias, Rito holding her up, Haruna clinging to him, their hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized rhythm.
Finally, Rito pulled back, gasping for air.
"We... we survived." he whispered.
Haruna looked up at him, sweat matting her bangs to her forehead. She smiled, a messy, beautiful, satisfied smile.
"We did." she whispered back.
She kissed his chest, right over the golden scars.
"I love the library." she murmured.
…
Ten minutes later, they were dressed.
Rito buttoned his shirt, hiding his abs and the scratches on his back. Haruna smoothed her skirt, checking for any stray fluids. They looked respectable again. Just two students finishing their committee duties.
Rito unlocked the door and peeked out. The hallway was empty.
"Clear!" he said.
They walked out, hand in hand, sharing a secret smile.
"I should get back to class." Haruna said softly. "But... walk me part of the way?"
"Of course." Rito said.
They walked past the windows that looked out over the school grounds. The sky was blue and peaceful.
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