The classroom was filled with the usual midday chatter as the final period before tiffin (lunch break) came to an end. Mrs. Takahashi stood at the front, adjusting her glasses as she addressed the class in her clear, authoritative voice.

"Everyone, listen carefully," she announced. "Summer vacation is approaching soon. Because of that, we will be holding mid-term examinations starting exactly 10 days from now. Make sure you revise all the Chapters properly. Attendance and performance in these exams will be important."

A wave of groans and nervous whispers spread through the classroom. Haruto, who had been quietly staring out the window, felt his stomach drop. His expression darkened as the reality hit him.

Ten days...? he thought, a heavy unease settling in his chest. I was absent for a whole week in Tokyo... I haven’t touched a single book. If I don’t start studying seriously right now, I’ll definitely fail. No doubt about it.

The bell rang, signaling the start of tiffin period. Students began pulling out their lunch boxes, chatting excitedly. Haruto stood up quietly, still lost in his thoughts. He walked out of the classroom and headed toward the school canteen. He bought a simple soft bun and a small carton of chilled orange juice, paying with a few coins before making his way toward the staircase.

He climbed the stairs leading to the rooftop, pulling out a small key from his pocket — a spare key he had gotten from the student council last year for occasional quiet moments. The old metal door creaked as he unlocked it and stepped out onto the rooftop.

The rooftop was completely empty and peaceful. A gentle breeze blew across the open space, carrying the fresh scent of grass and distant flowers from the countryside surrounding the school. The sky above was a brilliant blue with scattered white clouds. From up here, he could see the vast green fields, the winding river in the distance, and the roofs of houses dotting the landscape.

Haruto walked to a quiet corner near the railing, away from the door. He sat down on the warm concrete floor, leaning his back against the low wall. The sun felt pleasant on his skin, not too hot yet. He placed the juice carton beside him and slowly began unpacking the soft bun from its plastic wrapping.

He broke off a small piece, staring at it for a moment before bringing it to his mouth. The soft, slightly sweet bread tasted comforting, but his mind was elsewhere — swirling with guilt about Reina, worry about his upcoming exams, and the heavy responsibility he felt toward Yor waiting for him at home.

Haruto took a slow sip of the cool orange juice, the tangy sweetness refreshing his throat. He sat there alone in complete silence, the only sounds being the soft rustle of the breeze and the faint chatter of students far below.

He gazed out at the horizon, the bun held loosely in his hand, lost deep in his thoughts as the weight of his complicated life pressed down on him once again.

The gentle breeze on the rooftop carried the fresh scent of distant rice fields and blooming wildflowers. Haruto sat quietly against the low wall, the half-eaten bun in his hand and the carton of orange juice beside him. The vast blue sky stretched endlessly above, but his thoughts remained heavy.

Then, the rooftop door creaked open.

Haruto’s eyes narrowed slightly. He clearly remembered locking it behind him, yet the door swung open anyway. A familiar figure stepped out into the sunlight.

It was Aira.

Her slightly extroverted personality and the playful glint in her eyes always hinted at the more mischievous, horny side she kept mostly hidden. Today she wore the standard school uniform — white blouse and pleated skirt — but it fit her frame with a subtle elegance. In one hand, she carried a small tiffin box.

Aira closed the door behind her and smiled softly when she saw him.

"I thought you would be here," she said gently, her voice warm and familiar.

She walked over without hesitation and sat down right beside Haruto, their shoulders almost touching. Without asking, she leaned forward and took a bite from the soft bun still in his hand. Her lips brushed lightly against his fingers as she did so. She chewed slowly, then took another bite from the same bun, clearly comfortable with their closeness. Haruto didn’t say anything — he simply let her.

A soft, comfortable silence settled between them for a moment.

Haruto finally spoke, his voice low and sincere as he stared at the horizon.

"It feels like a long time since I last saw you properly, Aira."

Aira swallowed the bite and smiled gently, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her hair smelled faintly of mild shampoo and sunlight.

"Me too..." she replied softly, her tone carrying both affection and a hint of longing. "I missed this."

She snuggled a little closer, resting more of her weight against him. The soft breeze picked up again, this time cooler and refreshing, carrying a pleasant chill that contrasted beautifully with the warmth of the sun. It rustled through her hair and brushed across their skin, creating a peaceful, intimate atmosphere high above the school grounds.

Aira’s body felt warm and familiar against his. Haruto could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. Memories of their past flooded back — secret afternoons at her house where clothes had come off quickly, where he had taken her again and again on her bed, her moans filling the quiet room as he fucked her deeply and passionately. She was one of the girls he genuinely wanted to take responsibility for, even if things had become complicated.

Yet in this moment, sitting together on the empty rooftop with the soft breeze and good vibes surrounding them, everything felt strangely wholesome and tender. Aira closed her eyes contentedly, her head resting comfortably on Haruto’s shoulder as they shared the quiet space together.

The soft breeze continued to blow across the rooftop, carrying a refreshing coolness that rustled through their hair and clothes. Haruto and Aira sat side by side, shoulders gently touching, the vast countryside landscape stretching peacefully before them.

Aira slowly opened her tiffin box. Inside were neatly arranged homemade items — fluffy tamagoyaki (rolled omelette), some grilled fish, fresh cherry tomatoes, and a small portion of rice. The gentle aroma of home-cooked food mixed beautifully with the fresh outdoor air.

"Let’s finish it together," she said softly, her voice warm and affectionate. "And... let me feed you."

Haruto didn’t protest. In fact, a quiet part of him deeply craved this simple, intimate moment. He simply nodded, his usual heavy thoughts easing slightly in her gentle presence.

Aira smiled sweetly. She picked up a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to Haruto’s lips. Her eyes sparkled with quiet happiness as she fed him. Haruto opened his mouth and accepted the bite. The soft, slightly sweet egg melted on his tongue.

"Mmm... it’s good," he murmured.

Aira’s cheeks flushed with a small, pleased smile. She continued feeding him — alternating between giving him bites and taking some herself. Sometimes she would lean her head against his shoulder again while chewing, creating a comfortable, natural rhythm between them. The soft breeze played with strands of her hair, occasionally brushing them across Haruto’s cheek. It felt incredibly wholesome and peaceful — two people simply sharing a quiet lunch high above the world, connected by warmth and familiarity.

While Haruto was taking a sip from his orange juice carton, Aira suddenly leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear.

"Don’t you like to drink my pussy juice more than this?" she whispered playfully, her voice low and teasing, carrying that horny edge she only showed to him.

Haruto nearly choked on his juice. He lowered the carton and gave her a look — half-amused, half-exasperated.

"You really like dirty jokes, don’t you?" he replied, shaking his head with a small smile. "Okay... I’ll drink it later. Happy now?"

Aira giggled softly, clearly satisfied with his reaction. She rested her head back on his shoulder.

"No, no~" she continued playfully, her tone still light and mischievous. "Just drinking isn’t enough. You have to bury your face between my thighs and lick me clean until I’m shaking... then drink everything I give you."

Haruto let out a quiet chuckle, biting into another piece of food she offered him.

"You’re really bold today," he said, feeding her a cherry tomato in return. "Careful... or I might actually do it right here on the rooftop." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The dirty talk continued in soft, teasing whispers between bites, mixed with gentle laughter and comfortable silence. Yet underneath the naughty jokes, the moment remained deeply peaceful. The soft breeze kept blowing steadily, cooling their skin and creating a relaxing, almost dreamy atmosphere. Sunlight warmed their bodies as they shared the tiffin, feeding each other occasionally, shoulders touching, heads leaning together.

For a brief while, the heavy weight on Haruto’s heart felt lighter. Sitting here with Aira — sharing food, exchanging both wholesome affection and playful dirty jokes under the open sky — created a rare pocket of relaxation and peace in his complicated life.