It was a crappy-looking gray morning. Once everyone was in class, it suddenly started raining; gym class was held inside that day. By the time school let out, the rain was pouring in sheets, and the walkway and streets were sloshing with water. Everyone yelped and shrieked as they tried to cover themselves running out of the school. Only a few people had thought to bring an umbrella that morning.

Yukimura leaned on the couch. It was getting colder as summer ended, and he didn't feel like leaving the warmth of the school for the damp, dreary rain.

Sena strutted in and sat down next to Yukimura, wrapping her arm around his neck. "Hey, honey."

Sena buried her face in Yukimura's hair and began kissing the nape of his neck. Yukimura laughed softly and kissed back. The two of them cuddled on the couch, staring at the window as rain splattered across it in tiny beads.

"I don't think anyone else is going to come here today," said Yukimura.

"We're all alone," said Sena. She got up and locked the door and then sat back down.

Yukimura continued to gaze out the window, ignoring Sena's persistent stare. Sena slunk next to Yukimura's lips and kissed him. Sensing that Yukimura was complacent, she unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and pushed her breasts up against Yukimura's arm. Again getting no reaction, Sena coursed her hands across Yukimura's stomach.

Yukimura turned his head toward Sena, giving an indifferent glare. Sena kissed Yukimura again, more ferociously this time. Her hands ripped apart the next two buttons on her blouse, and she moved even closer to Yukimura, until she was on top of him and with her legs spread over his lap.

"We're alone," whispered Sena again. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and flung it on the ground. Sena grinned as Yukimura's expression softened. He became complacent as he placed his hands around Sena's hips. His lips streamed down Sena's neck between her breasts. Sena's cheeks flushed; she was at her best like this, when there was a boy worshiping her curves, when Yukimura's tongue was gliding down her stomach, and when his hands were desperately groping and grasping under her skirt.

Sena giggled and coursed her hands across Yukimura's chest as she unbuttoned his shirt. In an instant, Yukimura snapped out of his daze. He shoved Sena off his lap, getting up in a flurry and scampering backwards to the other side of the room, his arm stretched out, compelling Sena to stay away.

"What are you doing?" screamed Yukimura.

Sena was livid. "What does it look like?"

This was not the first time Yukimura had reacted to Sena's touching him, but it was definitely the most violent reaction so far. It had happened so many times that Sena had lost track; it had taken weeks for her to figure out the pattern. Whenever they were about to get close, and Sena began to strip him, Yukimura had backed away or asked her to stop. This had been her latest plan, to make him so entranced by her body that he wouldn't notice until his clothes had already been taken off.

"Where are you going?" said Sena.

"What do you think? Out!" Yukimura unlocked the door and stormed out of the club room.

"Yukimura, honey! Wait, I'm sorry!" Sena gave chase, but Yukimura had already stalked out of the school and into the pouring rain without a coat or umbrella.

Sena turned and stomped furiously back into the club room. She was sick of Yukimura's mysterious mood swings and his refusal to get closer. Even more, she was getting sick of using her hand every time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Fuck you, Yukimura!" screamed Sena, throwing her head into a couch pillow. However, her angry murmurs eventually softened into a slow, muffled sobbing.

…

"Hold the umbrella closer, Kodaka!"

"I'm trying! It's not a very large umbrella, you know."

Yozora growled and grabbed the handle, pulling it over her and exposing Kodaka's head. Kodaka tugged the handle back, putting it back over his head. The two argued over the umbrella until a passing car sped over a puddle, sending a jet of dirty water toward both of them.

Kodaka and Yozora stood there, staring at each other. Suddenly, they started laughing.

"We got soaked because we were trying not to get soaked," said Kodaka.

"Yeah. Well, guess this thing's useless now." Yozora folded up the umbrella and held it under her arm. They were both drenched now; the rain from above could at least clean off the mud and slime from the road water.

A month ago, they couldn't possibly have gotten along this well. To Kodaka's relief, once Yozora openly confessed her feelings, she became far more pleasant, having nothing to hide anymore. Even so, her sharp, snarky personality, though softened, had hardly faded away.

The two of them had just gotten off the bus, and the splashing had happened less than two blocks from Kodaka's house. They both rushed toward the house, scurrying in through the door.

"You take the downstairs shower," said Kodaka. "I'll take the one upstairs."

"Fine."

"And skip the bath! We have homework to do."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Despite Kodaka's instructions to shower as quickly as possible, he found himself finished and dressed in clean, dry clothes first. Kodaka sat in his living room and waited for almost half an hour for Yozora. By the time he finally heard the water stop, Kodaka's fists were clenched.

"It's about time you finished—" he said as the door to the downstairs bath opened. Kodaka turned around to see Yozora in nothing but a towel wrapped around her body and another one wrapped around her head.

"I had to get all the gunk out of my hair." said Yozora.

"This is how long it takes to wash your hair after you got it cut?" Kodaka shook his head in disbelief. Then, he remembered that he was supposed to be focused on something else. "W-Why aren't you dressed? You keep half your clothes at our house now anyway!"

"I didn't feel like wearing any of them," said Yozora. "It feels nice with the towel on."

Yozora climbed onto the couch. Sensing some tension, she smirked. "What's wrong, Kodaka?"

Kodaka blushed. "Nothing."

"I'm your girlfriend now. You're not saying we shouldn't be intimate, are you?" said Yozora. She rubbed her cheek against Kodaka's neck. Yozora enjoyed Kodaka's reaction more than anything else.

Yozora pulled away just as Kodaka began to reach for her waist. With a devilish grin, Yozora pulled out her math book from her backpack, plopped it on an armrest, and shifted so that she lay on her stomach with her legs on Kodaka's lap.

Kodaka fumed quietly. He often got duped by Yozora. This was not the first time that Yozora had sexually teased him, and yet he fell for it every time.

"Yozora…"

"Hm?" Yozora turned her head back, kicking her legs up and down.

"Are you using nail polish?"

Yozora's face turned pale. She remembered that one bottle she had casually bought more than a month ago on a whim. There were rather few opportunities where Kodaka could see Yozora's bare feet, so the subject had never been brought up. Now, Kodaka had noticed it; Yozora couldn't avoid the embarrassing conversation that would follow.

"I thought you didn't like nail polish," said Kodaka. With a smile, he added, "Is this because I said it would look good on you?"

"N-No!" stuttered Yozora.

"You used black," said Kodaka. "I mentioned that black would look good on you."

"T-That had nothing to do with it!"

Yozora tried to pull her legs away. Kodaka grabbed her ankles before she could.

"You're awfully good at denying the obvious, aren't you?" said Kodaka.

Yozora covered her face, too embarrassed to respond. She howled in shock as Kodaka buried his face in her feet. Yozora tried to pull away, again, tugging with such force that Kodaka was sent careening on top of her body.

Kodaka's hands were on Yozora. Their faces were within inches of each other. Kodaka slowly pulled down Yozora's towel, exposing more and more of her body. Yozora remained transfixed, with her eyes staring up at Kodaka. Sensing no resistance, Kodaka continued to pull the towel down, exposing Yozora's breasts. It was only when he had uncovered Yozora's stomach that he stopped.

Yozora glanced down at her naked body, bared from the waist up. Then, with her eyes fixed back on Kodaka, she nodded.

Kodaka's hands shook; he brushed Yozora's lips as he flung the towel away with a sharp movement. Yozora grabbed Kodaka by the collar and ripped open his shirt.

…

Kobato, Rika, and Maria were pushed aside, mere side characters in what happened. Everyone was seated in the club room, yet the focus was clearly on the four specific, central characters.

Yukimura and Sena sat together, both keeping a polite distance from each other, while Yozora and Kodaka practically occupied the same seat, with Yozora seated on Kodaka's lap and kissing him incessantly.

"Yozora…please stop…" whispered Kodaka.

Yozora ignored Kodaka, straddling him as Yukimura and Sena watched sullenly.

Kodaka was secretly enjoying this. Even so, he didn't think it was wise for Yozora to do these things in front of the rest of the club (especially his sister).

"We did it," whispered Yozora. "Stop trying to hide it."

Sena's ears perked up. She hadn't heard that sentence very clearly, but she had guessed what Yozora had said. She glared at Yukimura as she remembered that the day before, the same thing should have happened to her. Sena's eyes moved from Yukimura to Yozora's lovesick expression, and then from Yozora to Kodaka's sheepish grin.

Sena raised her eyebrows and looked at Kodaka. She had originally given up on him. But with Yukimura constantly refusing her advances, she was starting to reconsider…