The rain kept tapping gently against the windows, like a slow melody, while the lamp in the room cast warm shadows on the wooden walls.
Yuzuki leaned over Keita, her yukata slightly open, revealing the curve of her delicate neck and bare shoulders.
She was breathing heavily, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.
"I shouldn't… but I can't pretend anymore," she whispered, as his fingers traced her wrist, slowly moving up her arm.
Keita cupped her face, looking into her eyes.
"Me neither. I don't want to see you as just a teacher anymore… I want you as a woman. Only mine."
Yuzuki shivered slightly, then slowly slid the yukata from her shoulders, letting it fall onto the mattress.
There she was. No masks. No rules. Just a woman burning with desire.
Her body trembled—not from cold, but from the heat between them.
She took his hand and guided it gently, her eyes closed.
"Slowly, Keita… I want to remember every touch."
Their breaths entwined.
Their lips met again and again—deeper, hotter.
His hands traced her skin, and she arched beneath him, letting out a sigh that sounded almost sacred.
There was nothing now but the rain… and the sound of skin against skin.
Broken breaths. Entwined souls.
Time no longer mattered.
And when they finally stopped, they lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, bare under the blanket, hearts still pounding.
She rested her head on his chest and smiled.
"What do we do now, Keita?"
He pulled her close.
"Now… we love. Even if it's forbidden. Even if it's madness. I can't turn back anymore."
And in the darkness of that night, there was no school, no past or future.
Only the present.
Only them.