Yamada woke up early. Sunlight slipped through the curtains and hit the wall. He yawned once. Long. Deep. Then sat up.
His arms felt normal. No casts. No ache. Just skin and muscle.
He stretched. Shirt rode up a little. Abs showed for a second before he tugged it down.
He walked down the hall. Stopped at Miyuri's door. Knocked twice. Soft.
No answer.
He opened it.
Miyuri was curled under the blanket. Twin-tails spread across the pillow. One leg kicked out.
Yamada stepped inside. Leaned over the bed.
"Hey. Time to wake up."
Miyuri groaned. Buried her face deeper.
He reached down. Gently shook her shoulder.
"Come on. School."
Miyuri cracked one eye open. Then both. She smiled sleepy.
"Morning, Onii-chan."
Yamada ruffled her hair. Messed up the twin-tails on purpose.
"Morning, Miyuri. It's school."
Miyuri sat up slow. Blanket fell to her waist. Pajama top too big. One sleeve slid down her shoulder.
She rubbed her eyes. Twin-tails bounced when she shook her head.
"Already? I just got here yesterday…"
Yamada crossed his arms. Leaned against the doorframe.
"You're enrolled. Same school as me. Uniform's in the closet. Breakfast in twenty."
Miyuri pouted. Then grinned.
"Okay. But you're walking me there, right?"
Yamada raised one eyebrow.
"I walk every day. You can keep up."
She threw a pillow at him. He caught it one-handed.
"Mean Onii-chan."
He tossed the pillow back. Light.
"Get dressed. Don't be late."
He left the room. Closed the door.
Downstairs the kitchen smelled like coffee. One of the maids had set out toast. Eggs. Juice. Quiet work. No talking.
Yamada ate standing. Quick bites. Checked his phone.
Text from an unknown number.
"Rent notice received. Coming by after school. – Tachibana"
He stared at the screen a second.
Then typed back.
"Door will be open. Basement stairs on the left."
He hit send.
Put the phone down.
Miyuri came down ten minutes later. Uniform crisp. Skirt a little short. Tie loose. Twin-tails perfect again.
She grabbed a piece of toast. Bit into it.
"You really have maids now?"
Yamada shrugged. "Family thing."
Miyuri looked around. Eyes bright.
"And the eleven girls?"
"Some come and go. You'll see."
Miyuri chewed. Thought.
"Are they pretty?"
Yamada didn't answer right away. Took a sip of juice.
"Some are."
Miyuri grinned. Evil little smile.
"Gonna introduce me?"
"No."
She laughed. Finished the toast.
"Fine. I'll find out myself."
Yamada grabbed his bag. Slinged it over one shoulder.
"Let's go. School starts in forty."
Miyuri grabbed her own bag. Smaller. Pink straps.
They walked out together.
The morning air was cool. Street quiet. Trees lined the path down the hill.
Miyuri skipped a step. Matched his pace.
"Onii-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"You're different."
Yamada glanced at her.
"Different how?"
She tilted her head. Twin-tails swung.
"You laugh now. Quiet. Like… you're planning something."
Yamada looked ahead. Road curved toward the school gates in the distance.
"Maybe I am."
Miyuri didn't push. Just hummed a little tune.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
School gates came into view. Students already trickling in. Uniforms. Bags. Chatter.
Yamada stopped just outside.
Miyuri turned to him.
"See you after?"
"Yeah. Don't cause trouble."
She stuck her tongue out.
"You first."
Then she ran ahead. Twin-tails bouncing.
Yamada watched her disappear into the crowd.
He adjusted his bag. Hoodie up. Hands in pockets.
Walked through the gates.
First bell rang.
He headed to class.
But his mind was already on the basement.
And the nurse who would show up later.
A small smile touched his lips.
Quiet.
Real.
School was just the start of the day.
The real part came after.
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Yamada walked through the halls of Seika School. The corridor smelled like polished wood and faint perfume. Lockers lined both sides. Girls in navy skirts and white blouses passed him in groups. Laughter. Whispers. Quick glances his way.
The school was almost all girls. Always had been. Three years ago they opened it to boys. Co-ed on paper. In reality? Maybe ten guys total. Including him.
He got in on a scholarship. Official reason: good grades, martial arts record. Real reason: his family pulled strings. Quietly. No one knew. He wanted to stay hidden. Blend in. Watch.
Seika had rules. Strict ones. Uniform code. No phones in class. No boys in certain wings. And one unspoken rule everyone ignored: things happened here. Fast. Often. Behind closed doors.
"Ahhh~"
The sound drifted from an empty classroom. Soft. Breathless.
Yamada stopped. Sighed.
"This early."
He glanced at the door. Curtains drawn over the window. Shadows moved behind the glass. Three girls. One guy. Shapes close together. One girl's arm reached up. The guy's head tilted back.
Yamada didn't stare. Just kept walking.
He'd seen it before. First week back after the hospital. A senior girl cornering a new boy in the storage room. Second week: two girls and a third-year in the rooftop shed. Third week: the music room after hours.
No one talked about it openly. Teachers pretended not to notice. Students pretended it was normal.
This school was weird.
He reached his classroom. Second floor. Door open. A few girls already inside. Chatting.
One looked up. Shiina Chizuru. Long purple hair. Strict posture. Class rep badge on her blazer.
She nodded once. Polite.
"Yamada-kun. You're early."
He nodded back. Took his seat by the window.
"Had to walk my sister."
Chizuru raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"
"New transfer. Miyuri."
Chizuru wrote something in her notebook. "I'll make sure she settles in."
"Thanks."
He looked out the window. Courtyard below. Girls walking in pairs.
One guy surrounded by three. Laughing. Hands on his shoulders.
Yamada's fingers tapped the desk. Slow.
'Weird place.'
The bell rang.
Teacher walked in. Middle-aged man. Glasses. Boring voice.
Class started.
Yamada listened with half an ear. Mind elsewhere.
The nurse text from earlier. Tachibana coming after school.
The basement waiting.
His little sister probably already asking questions in her class.
And this school. Full of secrets. Shadows. Sounds from empty rooms.
He leaned back in his chair. Hoodie hood still up.
A small smile touched his lips.
Quiet.
Real.
School was just the morning.
The afternoon would be interesting.
The teacher droned on.
Yamada stared at the ceiling.
'Let's see what breaks first.'
A paper airplane hit his back. Soft thump.
He turned.
Louisa Richter waved from the back row. Long blonde hair. Green eyes sparkling. Uniform strained across her chest like it was fighting a losing battle. Skirt short enough to show thigh-highs. She smiled wide. No shame.
Next to her sat Kisaragi Tomoe. Long black hair. Fair skin. Smaller chest than Louisa but still noticeable. She leaned forward. Gentle smile. Eyes soft.
Katou Mio sat one seat over. Dark skin. Brown eyes. Quiet. Uniform neat. Chest modest. She gave a small nod. Barely a smile.
His "friends." That's what people called them. Light version.
Yamada waved back once. Casual.
Tomoe pointed at the floor. The airplane.
He bent down. Picked it up. Unfolded.
Neat handwriting inside.
'Missed you. After class, same room as always, Yamada-kun~ ❤️'
He folded it again. Slipped it into his pocket.
No reaction on his face.
Louisa blew a small kiss. Tomoe giggled quietly. Mio just watched. Eyes steady.
Yamada turned back to the front. Hood up. Hands in pockets.
The teacher kept talking. Something about history.
He didn't hear it.
'After class.'
The old music room. Third floor. Soundproof walls. Door that locked from inside. Empty most days.
They'd been using it since his second year. Started innocent. Study group. Then not.
Louisa always led. Bold. Handsy. Tomoe followed. Soft touches. Whispered encouragement. Mio watched first. Then joined. Quiet. Intense.
They never asked. Just took. Pushed him against the piano. Pulled him into corners. Clothes half-off. Breath hot. Moans muffled by the walls.
He let them. Every time.
"Fine," he'd say. Voice low. "Let's do this."
No fight. No running. He chose it. Then he took control. Slow. Firm. That quiet laugh when they started begging instead.
The bell rang.
Students stood. Chairs scraped. Chatter rose.
Yamada stayed seated a second longer.
Louisa walked past his desk. Brushed his shoulder. Leaned down.
"See you there," she whispered. Voice husky.
Tomoe followed. Fingers trailed across his arm.
"Don't be late."
Mio passed last. Didn't speak. Just looked at him. Long. Then left.
Yamada stood.
Bag over shoulder.
He walked out.
Hallway full. Girls everywhere. Uniforms swaying.
He headed up the stairs. Third floor. Quiet wing.
The music room door waited at the end.
Locked from outside. But he had the key now. Borrowed it last month. Never returned.
He turned the knob.
Door opened.
Inside dark. Curtains drawn. Piano in the corner. Chairs pushed aside.
Three girls already waiting.
Louisa leaned against the piano. Skirt hiked up a little. Smile sharp.
Tomoe sat on a chair. Legs crossed. Blouse unbuttoned one extra.
Mio stood by the door. Closed it behind him. Click of the lock.
Yamada dropped his bag.
Looked at them.
"Missed me?"
Louisa pushed off the piano. Walked close.
"Very."
She reached for his hoodie zipper.
Yamada caught her wrist. Gentle. Firm.
"Not yet."
He let go.
Then he smiled. Small. Quiet.
"Let's make it interesting today."
The three girls froze. Then smiled back.
Different smiles.
Yamada stepped forward.
The door stayed locked.
Outside the hallway emptied.
School went on.
But in that room, time moved different.
After class had just begun.
Louisa looked at him. "So, who do you want to start with?"
Yamada glanced at the three girls. Louisa stood closest, hands on her hips, chest straining the blazer like always. Tomoe sat with legs crossed, blouse open one button too far, calm smile on her face. Mio leaned against the door, arms folded, watching quietly.
He sighed.
He walked to the side. Grabbed four chairs. Dragged them into a loose circle in the middle of the room.
"Can we just talk today?" he said. "I don't wanna do anything."
Tomoe let out a small breath. She looked at the others.
"I told you girls," she said softly. "He just came back from the hospital. He's tired."
Mio glanced at her. Then at Yamada.
"Or got seduced by the nurses and forgot about us."
Yamada met Mio's eyes.
'Seduced is one way to put it. My dick still hurts a bit.'
He didn't say it out loud. Just sat in one chair. Gestured to the others.
"Sit."
Louisa raised an eyebrow. But she sat. Crossed her legs. Skirt rode up. She didn't fix it.
Tomoe took the seat next to her. Leaned forward a little. "You really just want to talk?"
"Yeah."
Mio sat last. Slow. Careful. Like she was deciding if this was a trick.
The room went quiet. Piano in the corner. Dust on the keys. Curtains blocking the light.
Yamada leaned back. Hood still up.
"School's weird today," he said. "Heard sounds from a classroom on the way here. Early."
Louisa laughed once. Short. "That's normal. You know that."
Tomoe nodded. "Girls get stressed. Exams. Rules. No dating. So…"
She trailed off. Shrugged.
Mio spoke up. Voice low. "You didn't join in."
Yamada looked at her.
"No."
Louisa tilted her head. Blonde hair fell over one shoulder.
"Because of the hospital?"
"Partly."
He flexed his hands. No casts anymore. Scars faint.
"Things changed."
Tomoe's eyes softened. "You look different. Not just tired."
Yamada didn't answer right away.
Louisa leaned in. "We missed you, you know. The room feels empty without you."
He met her gaze. Green eyes. Playful. But something else underneath.
"I know."
Mio shifted. "So what now? We sit here and chat like normal people?"
Yamada's lips twitched. Small smile.
"For today. Yeah."
The three girls exchanged looks.
Louisa sighed. Dramatic. But she stayed seated.
"Fine. Talk then."
Tomoe smiled gently. "Tell us about the hospital. If you want."
Yamada stared at the floor a second.
Then he started. Quiet. No details. Just enough.
The treatments. The nurses. The helplessness.
He didn't mention the basement. Or the plans. Or the laugh that came out now when things turned his way.
They listened.
Louisa's teasing faded. Tomoe's calm cracked a little. Mio watched closest. Eyes steady.
When he finished, the room stayed quiet.
Louisa broke it first.
"You're not the same Yamada-kun."
He looked up.
"No."
Tomoe reached over. Touched his arm lightly.
"That's okay."
Mio nodded once. Small.
Yamada exhaled.
"Thanks."
He stood.
"Class is almost over. We should go."
Louisa pouted. But stood too.
"Next time?"
Yamada paused at the door.
"Maybe."
He unlocked it. Opened.
The hallway was empty.
They filed out. One by one.
Louisa brushed past him last. Whispered.
"Don't forget us."
He didn't answer.
Just watched them walk away.
To be continued
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