Azami Miyamoto is, in a word, beautiful. In so many words, she is so far beyond Kasamatsu's league it feels like a fucking joke that she'd ever consider him 'hot'. But she'd blushed when her friends and sisters had teased her about him.

So, of course, when, within a few days of Colour March, Azami (who is the Kaijou student council president) shows up with a bento in hand and an invitation for Kasamatsu to join her for a private lunch, he's surprised. Most of the school is, really. There had been speculation about Azami dating Kise- which the blond had laughing debunked the first day back from the Winter Cup, Miya Imada floating at his side- that Azami had scowled at.

Once on the rooftop, Azami spreads a blanket she'd kept tucked under her arm, seating herself before patting her thigh. Warily, Kasamatsu sinks down, laying his head in her lap and cautiously accepting the bites of food she offers him. It takes five minutes or so, but he's known her since before they started high school, so he waits for her to start talking.

"Minami was infatuated with a basketball player in middle school." The gently spoken words ring heavy in his ears. Only his long association with Azami allows him to keep his cool. His hands are shaking from the prolonged contact, his head on her thigh, but he's listening because obviously, she wants to tell him this. Azami continues, hand carefully smoothing his hair

"She adored him but was afraid of saying anything, despite the fact she'd managed the club since before he joined. He left for America with his family without knowing how she felt. At least, Minami suspects he didn't because he never confronted her over it."

Kasamatsu's jaw is trembling, and he knows he's about to sputter, but Azami hand feeds him another miniature rice ball, delicate fingers ghosting over his throat to help him swallow. Her eyes are sad, when she looks at him, serious and resigned.

"Azami-san?" He finally manages, and only because he's looking at them does he see her lips tighten. Tilting her head, she answers

"Yes?" Still confused, still dazed enough that he's not panicking immediately, Kasamatsu blurts

"Do you want to-?" Her body jerks, though she controls her legs so she doesn't jostle him too badly. Azami's tenderness shouldn't surprise him, but it kind of does. She takes one of the napkins from the bento to dab at his mouth as she murmurs

"Yes, Yukio-kun, I would."

It surprises Yukio, how short a time it is between 'dating' and fucking. Yes, he'd been acquainted with Azami in middle school, and their committees work together, but he hadn't expected her to want sex, at least, not yet.

Instead, just over a month later, Azami informs him that the preparations have been made for contraception, and since she lives alone, there is no lack of privacy. It takes a few, stuttering false starts to admit that he doesn't know what he's doing. She shakes her head at him and explains

"Yukio-kun, if I'm pressuring you, I'm sorry, but I'm inexperienced as well. When you're ready, we'll have some fun, I just wanted to assure you it could happen."

Well then.

A few weeks after that awkward conversation, spent studying or learning to dance with Azami or watching her hand over the position of president to Miya, and he feels ready. The past few months have been surreal, and he's pretty sure that once they graduate, he won't see Azami again, if at all. There is a part of him that burns with the longing to keep her. She is his perfect complement, serious in public, when it counts in private, but playful with him.

He knows everyone expects them to break up after graduation- his own parents have tried to reassure him it's perfectly natural- but something tells him Azami doesn't want 'them' to end. Were he any other kind of man, he'd have taken everything she's generously offered and dumped her on her ass, probably. Maybe she'd known he wasn't that kind of guy when she made the offer.

It doesn't really matter, he knows. She likes him, not for his looks or basketball standing, but for himself. It's a pretty heady feeling, to the point that he can converse with girls now. Though he still hesitates to say more to them, they seem relieved to be able to ask more complex questions. How embarrassing it had been to realize they had taken pity on him and asked only yes or no question!

The day before graduation, they're on the roof again. Azami curled up in his lap, his hands running over her body as he hummed the chords to a song he'd learned a long time ago. He might not be ready to fuck yet, but who said he had to be? Azami's willing to wait, and that's more than he ever expected.

"It feels like we're about to start over." The sleepy statement almost goes unheard, but Yukio catches it, grinning as Azami noses at his throat.