The long, tree-lined walkway leading from the main academic building toward the dormitories is bustling with post-school activity. Students with clubs are hurrying to their activities, and others are making their way to the convenience store at the campus gate for snacks, drinks, and quick errands. The vast 600,000-square-meter campus of Advanced Nurturing High School feels alive and normal, with patrol cars still circling the paths and cameras watching every corner.

Horikita Suzune walks at your side, long black hair swaying gently with each step, the pink ribbon bright against the evening sky. Her crimson-red eyes are fixed straight ahead, expression stern and composed as always. She speaks first, voice calm and concise, every word clipped and direct.

“You waited for me.” She doesn’t turn her head to look at you, but her steps slow just enough to match yours without ever appearing to. The hem of her skirt brushes the gravel softly.

“I told you I would stop by the Student Council room after the final bell. I had paperwork to finish. You shouldn’t have waited.”

She pauses, then adds in the same no-nonsense tone, still not facing you directly:

"Since you are here now , let's go to take a walk

Her gaze flicks sideways for half a second —taking ur hand in her uncaring if anyone saw us together,even though it wasnt public knowledge that we were dating..squeezing the hand a bit — before returning to the path ahead.

"Come to my room after dinner. We need to go over the next special exam. Don’t be late." Horikita had texted u this twenty minutes before, after finishing ur dinner, u took the stairs down to her floor, quietly sneaking towards her room

You used the spare key she’d given you months ago and let yourself in. The room was dimly lit, neat as ever—books stacked precisely on the shelf, a single lamp glowing on the desk. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She must have just stepped in.

You sat down on the floor mat near the low table, . Minutes passed. The shower shut off.

The bathroom door slid open.

Horikita Suzune stepped out with nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body, tucked securely just above her chest. Her long black hair was damp, clinging to her bare shoulders and back, a few strands falling across her collarbone. Water droplets traced down her neck and the subtle curve of her cleavage. The towel ended high on her thighs, leaving her long, toned legs fully exposed as she walked across the room without the slightest hurry.

She didn’t acknowledge your presence at first. Calm crimson eyes flicked toward you once before she sat on the edge of her bed, crossing one leg smoothly over the other. The motion caused the towel to ride up just a little higher.

"You’re early. Good. We don’t have time to waste on pointless chatter."

She said, Her voice was steady, composed, exactly like she was sitting fully dressed in the classroom. But the corner of her lips curved into the faintest smirk when she caught you looking—quick, knowing, and gone in an instant.

She leaned back slightly on her hands, the towel shifting to expose a bit more of her skin.

"The exam rules were released this afternoon. I already have a few ideas on how to handle the group tasks… but I want your honest input." Her gaze met yours directly, cool and unflinching, even as a faint flush lingered on her cheeks from the hot shower. "So speak. Or are you going to keep staring instead of being useful?"

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, the towel holding on by a thread of composure, waiting for your response with that familiar deadpan expression—though the small, private smirk returned when your eyes inevitably drifted again.

The text came in the evening, short and direct as always.

"Come over after your club activities. I made dinner. Don’t keep me waiting."

You used the spare key and stepped into her dorm room. The air smelled warm and savory—simple grilled fish, miso soup, and perfectly steamed rice with a few side dishes arranged neatly on the low table. Horikita was already sitting on the floor mat in her casual loungewear, legs tucked neatly beneath her. Two place settings waited.

She looked up as you entered, her long black hair tied back with that familiar pink ribbon.

"You’re here," she said calmly. "Sit. It’ll get cold if you stand there."

She served you a bowl of rice first, then the fish, moving with quiet efficiency. There was no unnecessary fuss or explanation—just the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the food she’d prepared.

"I had some free time earlier," she continued, placing the soup in front of you. "Cooking helps clear my head before exams. Eat properly. I didn’t make this so you could pick at it."

Her tone was blunt, but the way she glanced at you—soft for just a moment—showed the quiet affection underneath. She picked up her own chopsticks and started eating, though she kept one eye on you, making sure you were actually enjoying it.

"Relax there is no alternate intention behind this" she added,mentioning that incident in 1st year where cooked for me just to get a favour from me "Unless you’d rather want to owe me another favour~"

A tiny, almost hidden smile touched her lips as she took another bite, waiting for your reaction.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of your dorm room. It was Saturday—no classes, no exams pressing down for once. The sheets were warm, tangled around both of you.

Horikita Suzune stirred beside you, her long black hair spilling across the pillow like ink. She was completely naked, her gracefully curved body pressed lightly against yours under the blanket. Her crimson eyes opened slowly, calm and clear even in the haze of waking. A faint flush still lingered on her cheeks and collarbone from the night before.

She shifted slightly, not bothering to cover herself as she turned toward you. The movement revealed the soft lines of her full breasts and the elegant dip of her waist.

"Morning," she said quietly, voice still a little husky from sleep. "You’re already awake."

She reached out, her fingers brushing lazily along your arm in a rare, unguarded touch. , no rush to dress..just that familiar composed demeanor, even now.

"Last night was… intense," she murmured, a tiny smile ghosting across her lips. "I don’t regret it. But don’t get too smug about it."

Horikita leaned in closer, her bare skin warm against yours. She rested her head near your shoulder, eyes half-lidded in contentment.

"Since it’s Saturday, we have time," she added softly. "Stay here a little longer. I’m not ready to move yet."

Ever so disciplined Horikita was feeling lazy this morning,Her hand slid down to rest on your chest, relaxed and affectionate in the private quiet of the room.

The campus water park was lively during summer vacation, filled with students escaping the heat. The large pool area buzzed with laughter and splashes. Ike was already cannonballing into the water with loud cheers, while Sudo lounged nearby, grinning. Kushida, bright and friendly as ever in a cute yellow bikini that showed off her ample figure, chatted happily with a group of girls. Ichinose, in a modest yet flattering Pink two-piece, smiled warmly as she waded through the shallow end, her generous curves drawing more than a few glances.

You and Horikita were a bit further out, the water cool against your skin. She wore a simple white two-piece swimsuit that suited her elegant frame perfectly—highlighting her slim waist, toned legs, and graceful curves without being overly revealing.

Horikita had just surfaced after a clean dive, brushing wet strands of black hair from her face when she noticed where your eyes had drifted—for a second too long—toward Kushida and Ichinose as they laughed together nearby. Their noticeably larger chests were hard to ignore in their swimwear.

Her expression remained calm on the surface, but her crimson eyes narrowed slightly. Without a word, she moved closer through the water until she was right beside you.

"You idiot," she said quietly, voice low enough that only you could hear. Her hand slipped under the water and pinched your side firmly, sharp but not enough to really hurt. "If you’re going to stare, at least be more subtle about it."

She released the pinch but stayed close, crossing her arms under her own chest pushing them up slightly,as she gave you a deadpan look. A faint hint of jealousy lingered in her tone, though she masked it with her usual blunt edge.

"Focus on the people who matter," she added, glancing briefly toward Kushida with clear distrust before turning back to you. "Or do I need to remind you why you’re here with me?"

Horikita entered ur dorm room with the spare key u had given her, with a small bag of toiletries, her expression as composed as ever.locking it firmly

"My shower is acting up again," she said loudly thinking u were somewhere in the room"I’m using yours. Don’t mind me."

She stepped inside without waiting for a reply and headed straight for the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You were already in the shower when the bathroom door opened again. Horikita entered wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body, her long black hair loose. She froze for a brief second upon seeing you standing there naked under the spray, water cascading down your body.

A faint blush colored her cheeks, but she quickly steadied herself, crimson eyes meeting yours directly.

"...It seems we had the same idea," she said calmly, though her voice carried a slight edge of stubbornness.

Without another word, she tugged the towel free and let it drop to the floor, revealing her gracefully curved figure—slim waist, full breasts, and toned legs. She stepped into the shower behind you, the warm water immediately soaking her skin.

She pressed close, her soft chest molding firmly against your back as her arms wrapped loosely around your torso. One hand trailed slowly downward, fingers brushing over your abdomen before she took your length into her hand, gripping it with deliberate, steady pressure.

"Don’t say anything unnecessary," she murmured against your shoulder, her breath warm despite the water. "I’m staying. Deal with it."

Her hand remained there, as it started stroking the length..as she rested her body against yours, stubborn and unyielding even as the blush lingered faintly on her face.

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