A/N: So this is back by popular demand. Honestly, I was just going to keep it as is, hopefully, this doesn't disappoint. I'll prob add a first-time lemon thing it this chapter does well.

Nagatoro was cursing herself. Just why did she have to do that and she had given him her panties no less. Nagatoro thought back to what had happened a few hours earlier to see if there was any way she could blame senpai for everything that happened.

Nope.

She had been the one to instigate everything.

Nagatoro threw herself onto her bed, fully clothed in pajamas. It had been awkward getting home, to say the least. It had been one thing walking out in the open with a small breeze on her exposed bottom. It had been another when her brother tried talking to her outside her room. She panicked and said she felt sick to get him to leave her alone.

This day would be burned into her for the rest of her life. She had already been on the more needy side of the spectrum when it came to lust, but she could hold off the need for touch by teasing. Senpai's reactions were always the best. She had just gone a little too far. She overestimated her self-control and before she knew it, she was dry-humping him like a cat in heat.

She recalled the way it felt, the way Senpai grabbed her hips and the way he pressed against her most sensitive area. He had been manlier than usual. Now that she had gotten a taste of what it was like to be touched, really touched, she didn't think that holding back would be an option anymore.

Nagatoro was embarrassed by her current train of thought but in the privacy of her bedroom, she let her mind wander. Senpai certainly wasn't opposed to her. He had made that very clear. All she had to do was ask for more and she was sure he would gladly give her exactly what she wanted. She felt her face heat up as she let her hands wander.

Senpai, for his part, wasn't freaking out as much as he thought he would. He did freak out but it was marginally less than a full-blown meltdown so he gave himself credit. He ran around the club room for a few minutes after Nagatoro had left just to gather his bearings before making the uncomfortable trip home. He had to hold his bag in front of him so that the stain in his pants wasn't visible. He ran to his room before anyone is his household could stop him. He grabbed extra clothes and snuck away to the bath to rinse away his shame... Pride? He wasn't ashamed of what happened. No, he was confused. Where did this leave the two of them? Before the incident he wouldn't have thought it too far off to called them friends, an odd pair sure but friends nonetheless. Where did this leave them now? Friends don't exactly get each other off like that. They weren't a couple. Nagatoro was way too out of his league for that. Friends with benefits? No, that didn't feel right either. If anything he was her toy. Yeah, that fit, her toy.

They both fell asleep with thought of each other and where the whole ticket incident left them standing with the other. Senpai struggled to keep his hand above the covers and Nagatoro didn't even try.

The next day had them nervously preparing to meet each other. Senpai left early so he wouldn't have to see her before he was entirely mentally prepared and Nagatoro left late for the same reason. They just couldn't handle seeing each other that soon.

Things at lunch went a bit harder. Nagatoro's friends wanted to go bother 'paisen' while they ate she tried to convince them that it would be boring and not to waste their time, but they went anyway. Nagatoro was about to run away when she heard a surprised, "What the heck?" from Gamo up ahead. They peaked through the door to find the club room empty.

"Paisen never eats anywhere else, is he not here?... Whatever. You were right Hayacchi this was a waste of time." Gamo finished before walking back to their classroom expecting the other girls to follow. Nagatoro spared a few seconds to peek her head in and confirm. He was avoiding her, was her conclusion. As she walked back to her friends, she heard one of them mutter, "lame," under their breath. She felt bothered but didn't call them out.

Senpai had come out of hiding once he heard the footsteps and their giggling voices disappear. He panicked when he heard them coming. He wanted to have a conversation with Nagatoro but he wanted it to be in private and he doubted he would be able to keep a straight face with her friends there. They always seemed to bring out the most embarrassing moments between the two of them and he didn't think he could take it from them just yet. Senpai sighed knowing he didn't have a decent course of action to take.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Nagatoro peeked into the clubroom. She knew it was probably in vain considering that she had checked in earlier and he wasn't there, but it was worth a shot. Not knowing he would be there, she came without a plan. She paused when she saw he was in his usual place, in front of a canvas painting. She almost turned around to walk away but his back was to her but he visibly stiffened at her presence. Senpai had already noticed her so there was no point in running away now. He didn't move as she walked further into the room and sat down on the couch, the couch where everything had happened the day before.

Nagatoro panicked, the night before she had thought she couldn't pass her behavior off as a joke but now it was looking like more of a possibility. She was about to resolve herself to make a joke and try and go back to the playful banter they were used to but Senpai suddenly turned around. His head was still down but his fists were clenched in his lap.

"Senpai?" Nagatoro said hesitantly. "Uhh… " she didn't know what else to say.

"Nagatoro!" Senpai said a little too loudly than he meant to, "ah… um… Nagatoro," he said more gently.

Nagatoro's heart clenched hearing him say her name, not that she would let it show on her face. Her lips twitched as if they wanted to smile but she willed it away. She walked over to him and smacked the back of his head. With a laugh, she said, "Why so serious Senpai. Stuttering like that is so gross."

She could do it she could act normal.

Senpai looked up at her with an expression she didn't recognize. Determined? Confused? Hurt? She couldn't figure it out, but her hands dropped to her sides in response. Looks like acting as they did before was impossible. She didn't want to keep standing there awkwardly in front of him so she stepped back to lean against the couch's armrest. Nagatoro didn't think she could handle sitting on the couch just yet, especially if Senpai planned on having a conversation with her.

Nagatoro dropped her playful kouhai act and let her neutral expression show. Truthfully, she was nervous but she had too much pride to let that show, even with everything she had already shown him. She spoke to Senpai much more calmly than he was used to hearing with a simple, "What?"

Senpai got flustered not expecting a response like that. Serious Nagatoro was always a surprise to him. "A-about yesterday… Why did you use your ticket like that?" His voice wavered with every syllable but he had managed to choke everything out at least.

Nagatoro wasn't expecting him to be so direct in his questioning but to Senpai's credit, he had been mentally preparing himself to ask her all day. Her expression hadn't changed but heat started radiating from her skin. Her ears, cheeks, and neck were flushed and she crossed her arms. Senpai could tell he caught her off guard. Her brows furrowed and she turned away before she responded, "Couldn't you tell Senpai, I was just teasing. Did you take something simple like that seriously? Gross Senpai, couldn't you tell I was just playing around?"

Nagatoro felt like there was cotton stuffed in her throat. Her saliva felt thick and dry. She knew she was lying but she couldn't help herself. She never talked openly with anyone, not even her friends that she spent every day with. The air around the clubroom stagnated and the silence was deafening. She didn't want to be there anymore.

"Why are you lying?"

Nagatoro's head whipped to face him. Her neutral expression crumbled and her alarm was clearly visible.

"What do you mean by that?" she said while scowling.

"You're lying," Senpai responded simply.

"Why would I?" She said while stepping closer to him. Her voice rose with each word. She had uncrossed her arms but clenched her fists instead.

Senpai was intimidated but continued nonetheless. "You wouldn't do that type of thing just cause. You aren't that type of girl."

"Oh yeah, how would you know that? You think you know me so well, then answer that."

Senpai shook his leg while staying seated. He didn't trust himself standing. "I've seen you talk to other guys before you know. Like in that family restaurant when that guy tried showing you his music. You wouldn't just play… like that at least."

"When did you become such a stalker Senpai? Should I be worried since you've been giving yourself such wild delusions? Just cause I give you a little attention you think you're something so special?"

"... I… I don't know about special, but… I just know you were playing around yesterday. If you were then," Senpai clenched his fists and resolved himself, "if you were then I don't know if I want to be your friend anymore."

Nagatoro's fists unclenched at Senpai's last sentence. Her mouth gaped, but before she could think of a response he continued.

"I know you never really respected my boundaries ever since the first time you talked you me, but there were some lines you never crossed and I'll admit it was always fun being around you, but I'm not just some toy you can play with however you want then expect not to feel anything." Senpai's voice was strong just about till the end of his rant when his voice faltered. "You can't tell me you don't know how I feel about you. You're smarter than that Nagatoro."

He looked like he wanted to cry, Nagatoro felt like crying too. What was she supposed to do now that he'd said all that? She felt like bile would rise up at any moment.

Senpai grabbed Nagatoro's hands and continued. "Even if you want to use me. Just let me know because I don't think I can take even a little hope if there is none. You can use me however you want, I'll be there whenever you need a punching bag or something to take your frustrations out on. Just… don't give me hope."

Nagatoro pulled away. She stared at him dumbstruck. "Do you really think that about yourself… Is… Is that how I make you feel about yourself?"

Crap she thought. She had really managed to fuck up in the few minutes she had been talking to him and she had been doing so well, to hold back, to be a better person than she was.

Senpai didn't respond.

Well if Nagatoro was anything then she was someone who didn't dwell on things for too long. If she did this then she would fix it, in her own ungraceful way.

"Stop feeling so sorry for yourself! If you know me as well as you think you know me then you should know when I'm full of shit!" Nagatoro said with a groan. She mussed up her own hair in frustration. "I'm not good at this. I'm not good at feelings and junk like that and yeah I take to far. All the time actually, but it's only with people I feel comfortable with… I'm s-sorry… about how I talk… I don't mean it."

Senpai looked at her surprised and Nagatoro couldn't handle it. She stepped back close to him and grabbed his head. He was observably confused but started to hold his head down so he was facing his lap instead of her. He strained against her hold but it wasn't anything Nagatoro couldn't handle.

"I'm only going to say this once so listen up! Yesterday… I meant to just tease you a little at first, but I got carried away and it ended up going way past that. When you… ugh… I liked it yesterday. When you were doing what I said and I made you feel good… it turned me on and then you seemed into it so I kept going and I don't know I felt too embarrassed after when you asked about it today I said some mean stuff. So I don't really know if I feel exactly like you do… but I know that I wasn't opposed to what happened yesterday… or even letting it happen again."

"AGAIN!" Senpai squealed. He pulled at Nagatoro's wrists and even though it hurt to pry her off since she was holding onto his hair, he still did it. He looked up at her and studied her expression. She looked like she wanted to run away but stayed rooted in place. She didn't even pull her arms away. "You'd let it happen again?" he said hopefully. It wasn't exactly a confession on Nagatoro's part, but he could work with what he was given.

Nagatoro blushed and let him keep his hold on her. "W-Well you are the only guy pathetic enough to do whatever I want. I mean most guys are the type to just try and take control no matter if its what I want or not… You're different."

Senpai didn't even flinch at her use of 'pathetic' it was just a normal part of her vocabulary and he knew she was just trying to save face at that point. He probably would have felt differently if she didn't look like a sweaty tomato.

"I'm going to make you say you like me one way or another," Senpai said.

Nagatoro tore one hand away from his grip only to smack him on the head.

"You're such a dork!" Nagatoro shouted but she couldn't help it and smiled. "Good luck with that senpai~"

With that, she didn't think she could handle any more of that emotionally draining conversation and walked out of the clubroom. She was just going to walk away but peeked back in to say, "Take care of me from now on Senpai."