Mitsuki thought she’d found the perfect solution. If Kouta insisted on demanding his so-called “punishments” for every little mistake she made while studying, she’d simply relocate to the library. Surely even he wouldn’t pull anything in such a public, hushed place. She was wrong. Completely, utterly wrong.
The library is quiet, and yet there Kota is, leaning in close, calmly insisting on the usual punishments for her latest slip-up. Mitsuki hisses at him, what is he even thinking, doing this here?—but he’s unbothered as always. Before she can properly protest, her uniform button comes undone, and his shameless hands moves.
Later, she searching for a reference book, stretching on her tiptoes for a volume just out of reach. Kouta seizes the moment, and she finds herself caught completely off guard. Then, her eyes lock onto a familiar face peeking around the opposite side of the bookshelf, her friend, staring right back at her.
