Shun strolled leisurely down the polished hallways of Shuchiin Academy, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. He had politely excused himself from the girls earlier, choosing instead to spend a bit of time exploring and familiarizing himself with the vast campus.
Shuchiin was more than just a prestigious school—it was a sprawling institution with a complex layout, filled with towering buildings and elegant architecture that spoke of tradition and power.
The corridors were pristine and lined with tall windows, allowing sunlight to spill through and dance across the gleaming floors. Ornate pillars stood like silent guardians, and every classroom door bore golden nameplates with beautifully etched characters.
It was to be expected since the place is for a prestigious academy with only recently taking even common folk. This allows the academy to appear more inclusive. Though, they were still strict in their requirements.
'I wonder how Ako enrolled.' Shun recalled how disconnected she was in reality and would rather be at home gaming than going to school. If he were to guess then she is likely forced to go to school or else she won't be able to play games.
Shun knows how obsessed Ako was with him and doubts she will give up the opportunity to meet her husband.
'Still, I wonder if I should join a club or make my own.' Shun has options from anime club with Lilysa and Marin to gaming club with Ako, Yanagi and Kyoh once he meets the latter.
As he was lost in thought, weighing the merits of joining an existing club or creating one of his own, Shun's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Someone bumped into him—hard enough to jolt him slightly off balance.
Ordinarily, his reflexes would have kicked in and helped him avoid the collision entirely. But something, a strange instinct he couldn't quite explain, told him to let it happen. As if fate had decided this encounter was... important.
The other person, less fortunate, had fallen backward, her papers scattering across the hallway like cherry blossoms caught in a spring breeze.
"Are you alright?" Shun asked calmly, stepping forward with a natural air of concern.
"I-I'm fine... I was just too distracted and didn't see you." The voice was soft and slightly flustered—feminine, refined, and mature with a hint of embarrassment.
Shun's eyes met hers.
Kneeling to help her, he got a clearer view. She was beautiful. Exceptionally so. Her long, blackish-gray hair flowed down her back in soft, glossy waves, with bangs framing her face and a deep red headband resting neatly atop her head, adorned with a ribbon bow at the side. Her eyes were large, expressive, and a striking shade of golden-yellow that seemed to shimmer in the daylight pouring through the nearby windows.
She wore the school's standard blazer, which clung to her figure in all the right ways. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt hugged her full chest, accentuating her mature physique—curves that gave off the elegance of an older student or even a young teacher. The red bow tie at her collar rested gently atop her ample bust, drawing the eye without even trying.
Despite her poised appearance, there was a quiet fluster to her mannerisms, especially as Shun helped her gather the scattered papers.
"Here, let me help you," Shun offered, kneeling beside her as he gracefully scooped up the papers.
He paused momentarily to glance at one. It was covered in well-written kanji, detailed and nuanced—advanced calligraphy or perhaps handwritten essays.
"You write beautifully," he remarked casually, offering her the sheet with a faint smile that could melt stone.
Her cheeks colored ever so slightly, her golden eyes flicking away.
"Th-thank you… It's just practice."
With practiced grace, Shun gathered the last of the scattered papers, stacking them neatly before offering them back to the girl.
"I believe this is everything," he said, flashing a polite, charming smile. "I'm Shun Satsujin. Pleasure to meet you."
The girl seemed to compose herself at last, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her gaze held his for a second longer than necessary, her blush still lingering faintly on her cheeks.
"Sayuki Tokihara. Thank you for helping me, Satsujin-san."
*Sayuki Tokihara,* Shun repeated in his mind, though he already knew her name well. He recognized her immediately—not just for her beauty, but because she was one of the main heroines from a certain risqué series: *Hensuki*. A quiet smile formed on his lips, unseen by her.
'The playful and mature club president... and a deeply repressed, insatiable masochist.'
His mind briefly entertained the possibilities. Sayuki's particular desires, once uncovered, would make her a perfect addition to his growing circle—a girl who didn't just seek love, but domination. Someone who yearned to submit. A perfect pet, hidden beneath layers of composure.
He didn't need to rush. The thrill was in the build-up.
"Let me help you carry this." he offered, gently taking half the stack from her arms with a confident ease that felt both considerate and firm.
"Oh, I… Thank you. You're really gentlemanly…" Sayuki murmured, momentarily caught off guard by how smoothly he took control of the situation.
Shun tilted his head slightly. "Where were you headed, Tokihara-san?"
"To… to the club room," she answered, adjusting her grip on the remaining papers.
Shun nodded. "Then, please—lead the way."
She hesitated for a heartbeat before turning, beginning to walk down the corridor. Shun followed beside her, perfectly relaxed, his presence radiating warmth and subtle command.
As they moved through the golden-lit hallway, he glanced sideways at her. The sway of her hips beneath the tight skirt, the way she clutched the papers to her chest, the faint nervousness in her voice—everything confirmed it. Sayuki Tokihara might look elegant and proper on the surface… but deep down, she was already trembling under his gaze.
And Shun had every intention of making her tremble for him alone.
The clubroom was tucked away in one of the older wings of Shuchiin—quiet, isolated, and practically untouched. Sayuki opened the door, revealing a modest space lined with bookshelves and a long wooden table in the center. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting a warm glow across the polished floor.
"Here we are…" she said softly, stepping inside with Shun following close behind.
He glanced around, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "It's quiet. Peaceful."
Sayuki smiled faintly, but there was something wistful in her expression as she moved to set the papers down on the table. "It used to be more lively. The seniors who started the Literature Club graduated last year, and since then… it's just been me."
Shun watched her for a moment. The way her fingers brushed the worn edge of a chair, the subtle melancholy in her voice—it wasn't just loneliness. It was yearning. A desire to be seen, appreciated… perhaps even owned in a way she didn't fully understand herself.
"You've been holding it together all on your own?" he asked, stepping beside her.
She nodded. "I tried recruiting, but most students go for the more popular clubs. Sports, arts, gaming…"
Shun placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch light but intentional. Sayuki stiffened slightly at the contact—startled, yet she didn't pull away.
"Well, if it's not too bold," he said with that warm, confident smile of his, "I'd be happy to join. Even if it's just for a while."
Her eyes widened. "R-Really?"
"I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it. I admire your dedication, Tokihara-san." He tilted his head, letting his voice lower just slightly—almost teasing. "It's rare to find someone so devoted… loyal."
The way he said *loyal* made Sayuki's heart skip. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she looked down to hide it, pretending to straighten the papers.
Shun continued gently, "Maybe I could even help you find new members. Having people you can rely on makes all the difference, doesn't it?"
Sayuki nodded shyly. "It… does. Thank you, Satsujin-san. I really appreciate it."
"Call me Shun," he said with a quiet smile, stepping closer—close enough that she could feel the heat of his body beside her. "We're clubmates now, after all."
Sayuki's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, her composure wavering slightly.
"Then… only if you call me Sayuki."
He chuckled softly, the sound smooth and melodic.
"Deal."
Shun lingered in the Literature Club room with Sayuki a little longer, the quiet between them feeling surprisingly comfortable.
Sayuki sat primly at her desk, organizing a few remaining papers, though her eyes would drift toward Shun now and then.
She'd already grown used to the presence of others fading into the background when he was near—something about him just made people feel seen, like he was truly *present* with them.
He glanced around the room, noting the neat shelves, the posters with famous quotes, and the faint scent of old books.
"You've really made this place your own," Shun said warmly.
"It feels… peaceful in here."
Sayuki blinked, a little surprised by the sincerity in his voice.
"Thank you. I've tried to keep it going after the upperclassmen graduated, but… it's been lonely."
Shun offered a soft smile. "It takes a lot of heart to keep something alive when you're the only one left in it."
There was a pause—small, thoughtful. Sayuki glanced down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I didn't want to let it fade away. It means something to me. And maybe… I hoped someone would come along who'd care about it too."
Shun leaned gently on the edge of the desk, just close enough to be attentive without crossing any lines.
"Then maybe it's lucky I ran into you today. If you're open to it, I'd love to stick around. At least for a little while."
Sayuki turned her head slightly, trying to hide the blush forming on her cheeks. She fiddled with the corner of a paper for a moment before nodding.
"I'm… really glad you came today, Shun."
They stood near the door, the moment hanging quietly between them. Shun gave her a light wave, his smile playful but kind.
"I'll see you tomorrow then, President."
Sayuki watched as he left, her hand resting gently on her chest. Her heart felt lighter somehow—warm in a way it hadn't in a long time.
It wasn't anything grand or sweeping. Just a simple feeling that she wanted to see him again. Talk to him a little more. Laugh at the way he said things with such ease. Maybe… learn more about him.
And as she returned to tidying the last of the papers, she realized she was smiling without even noticing it.
Shun continued his quiet exploration of Shuchiin Academy, weaving through the various halls and courtyards until he heard rhythmic thumps and graceful movements echoing from one of the gym annexes. Curious, he peeked inside—and there she was.
Sumire Yoshizawa, clad in a sleek, form-fitting leotard, was moving through her routine with precision and elegance. Every twist, turn, and landing was executed with a grace that made it hard to look away. Shun stood at a respectful distance, arms folded, silently admiring her poise and the quiet strength behind every motion.
'She's incredible…'
After a while, Sumire finished her routine and sat down on the bench, wiping the light sheen of sweat from her brow. She exhaled deeply, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Then, she suddenly flinched as something cool touched her cheek.
"A-Ah!" she gasped softly, before blinking and turning—only to see Shun, holding a chilled bottle of water with a playful grin.
"Nice reflexes," he said smoothly.
"You move like poetry."
"Satsujin-san!" Her voice came out in a surprised breath, followed by a flustered smile. She took the bottle gently.
"Thank you. I didn't expect anyone to be watching…"
"That's a shame," Shun replied, taking a seat beside her.
"You deserve to be seen. That was incredible, Sumire-chan. Seriously."
Sumire blushed, her gaze dropping to the bottle in her hands.
"It's really nothing. I'm still learning…"
Shun leaned slightly toward her, his voice dipping into a gentle warmth.
"Don't downplay it. You moved like someone who knows exactly who they are when they're out there. Confident. Beautiful."
Her breath hitched slightly, the compliment wrapping around her like a warm breeze.
"I-It's just something I've practiced for a long time," she mumbled. "I'm not that special."
"You are," Shun said simply, his eyes meeting hers with disarming sincerity.
"Not because of how well you perform—but because you're the kind of person who keeps pushing forward, even when no one's watching."
Sumire felt her cheeks heat up, heart fluttering in her chest. He spoke so naturally, like he truly meant every word—and in that moment, it was exactly what she needed to hear.
"I…" she started, then chuckled softly.
"You're really smooth, you know that?"
Shun smirked. "Just being honest."
She smiled at that. A real, glowing smile. And as they sat there—Sumire sipping from the bottle he gave her, Shun by her side—something quiet and tender passed between them.