Masumi Kamuro Found Love

(Evening)

Star Color pulled out a tissue and was about to pick a suitable [ero-game] on his [laptop].

A knock came from outside the dorm room door.

Who would be knocking this late? Tamiya? Or Kaneda? Not likely... If it were either of them, they'd have messaged ahead of time.

Star Color scrambled to hide his computer, then opened the door.

"Huh? Masumi... this late—"

Masumi Kamuro stood outside in casual clothes. Slim-fit light blue denim jeans, a black-and-purple summer jacket on top. Her fashion sense was pretty stylish.

"What? Not happy to see me?"

Masumi Kamuro cut straight through Star Color's dull opening.

Star Color didn't remember ever telling her his room number. How did she know? Whoa, that's kind of creepy. Are you a stalker V3?

"I get cold easily. If it's okay, can I come in?"

Masumi Kamuro stood outside the door. Her tone was still icy, but there was a hint of excitement in it? Star Color figured it must be his imagination.

"I already opened the door, Masumi. Make yourself at home."

She could've just walked in, but instead she went out of her way to find an excuse. April nights weren't that cold, were they? At least Star Color thought it was cool... But girls' uniforms were all short skirts, so feeling chilly in the evening breeze was normal. Though, Masumi, you're not wearing your school uniform...

"The room's got a nice vibe, but the little knickknacks are a bit childish."

Star Color's room had [Gundam] models he'd built himself, plus small S.H.Figuarts figures of [Tokusatsu Heroes and Monsters].

"Don't go judging things in front of the owner! That's super rude, y'know!"

"Got anything to drink?"

Masumi Kamuro stood inside the room, looking around without any hesitation.

"Yeah, plain boiled water and some drinks."

Star Color opened the fridge and rummaged around.

"Ramune or Wasabi Cola, Masumi—which one?"

Hearing [Wasabi Cola], that weird drink, Masumi Kamuro furrowed her brow.

"Don't you have anything normal... I want hot cocoa."

"Don't have any."

"Make sure to stock it next time."

Star Color's mouth twitched.

Back then, the hot cocoa was something he'd asked Teacher Majima to buy. Star Color himself didn't like that stuff at all.

"Fine."

Good thing Star Color didn't sweat the small stuff. What can you do, you're a pretty girl? I'll let it slide.

Masumi Kamuro treated it like her own dorm room, sitting straight down on Star Color's bed.

"Masumi, did you shower or not? If you haven't washed up, don't sit on the bed—that's basic common sense!"

Star Color's cleanliness obsession flared up. He leaned in, face dark, staring at Masumi Kamuro.

"I showered."

As Star Color slowly got closer, Masumi Kamuro's heartbeat quickened. She looked a bit flustered...

"Yeah, I can smell a faint hint of body wash."

Star Color just leaned in and sniffed lightly. Masumi Kamuro thought Star Color had a cat-like nature—cute on the outside, but actually quirky inside, and when he got serious, he had a charm to him... Actually, both sides were attractive.

"You said... you'd accept and fulfill my [needs]. Since I've already taken that step and apologized, you'd better take responsibility properly."

Star Color broke out in a cold sweat. Thank goodness they were just in the dorm—if this were outside, the impact of that sentence didn't bear thinking about.

"Don't say stuff that's a hundred percent guaranteed to be misunderstood! Watch your wording, okay!"

Star Color slapped his own forehead and shook his head. It seemed Masumi had gone from a girl with psychological issues to a girl with weird issues... Was his teaching method really in need of improvement?

The need to [be needed]? Star Color had a strange idea.

"Hehehehehehe."

Her cute voice let out a laugh that was completely out of place. Star Color grinned wickedly and leaned in toward Masumi Kamuro again.

Masumi Kamuro—that cold, tsundere face flushed with a rosy blush, like a plastic bag packed with a bit of anticipation—stared blankly as the grinning Star Color stepped closer.

"Ow... don't be so rough... Masumi..."

"Guuaaah... right there—don't stop."

"Ah—oh~..."

Star Color let out a sound, whether pleasure or pain, like a small animal's whimper.

Masumi Kamuro had absolutely no idea what she was doing... standing on the bed, stepping on... Seishiki Otonashi's back?

But somehow, it didn't feel bad at all? In fact, she wanted to hear even more strange sounds from Seishiki Otonashi.

"You bastard, are you an old man? Making me step on your back."

Though her heart was shy, a tsundere was just like this—liking to put up a proper front.

Seishiki stretched his spine, his whole body relaxing.

"Kamuro-san's technique is really good~."

Seishiki placed one hand under his chin, tilting his head up to meet Masumi Kamuro's gaze. His bright pupils shimmered with a violet light, as if carrying a spiritual energy. Comforting and reassuring. His eyes narrowed slightly...

"Is Kamuro-san really a first-timer? You're making me~ feel? So? Good? You know."

"You vile bastard!"

Masumi directly kicked Seishiki's chest with her foot. Seishiki didn't resist, letting her force push him down onto the bed.

"Well, consider this a return gift."

Seishiki showed no fear or resistance. If anything, he had been guiding Masumi Kamuro all along.

A [desire] to teach Seishiki a lesson welled up inside Masumi Kamuro. Just like when they first met...

As if sensing the [desire] deep in Masumi Kamuro's heart, Seishiki let out a soft laugh.

"As long as Kamuro-san doesn't play too rough... it's not impossible."

That terrifying power of acceptance swept through Masumi Kamuro's heart.

"When my heart beats too fast, I get nosebleeds. So be gentle, okay..."

Masumi Kamuro, who had been looking down from above, pursed her lips. Slowly, she brought her ear close to Seishiki's chest.

Masumi Kamuro listened to his heartbeat. Slow, gentle, fragile... lacking the vitality that young boys and girls should have. Simply beating and dancing to keep living.

Seishiki's body scent was mixed with a hint of jasmine... tugging at her nerves.

Seishiki placed his hand gently on her head.

"Is this enough for you?"

"I don't know..."

Even Masumi Kamuro herself didn't know why this strange feeling had arisen in her heart. The emotion that surged up was purer and more fulfilling than [excitement].

Had Masumi Kamuro never longed for [love]? Yet she found she couldn't even love herself—at that moment, her worldview collapsed. Until now, she had met the right person, someone who guided her back onto the path called [love]... Her transformation regarding 'love.' It was precisely because she didn't know what she was doing that she was enjoying love.

"Then I'll let Kamuro-san lean on me a little longer."