Sunday arrived—a rare free day for Hashima. Yesterday's study session had wrapped up his revisions. Even without the answer key, he was exam-ready.
Perfect for sleeping in.
But a relentless patter on his balcony door ruined that plan.
"?"
Pushing open the curtains revealed a downpour—torrential rain whipped by howling winds.
"Summer storms, huh?"
Resigned, he flopped back into bed. Rain killed all motivation to go out.
Rainy days are for sleeping.
Two hours later, near noon, the deluge ceased as abruptly as it began.
Then his phone buzzed.
Sakura Airi: Hashima-kun, are you free today?
"Eh? Sakura?"
He replied instantly—her stock was fully invested, requiring prompt attention.
Meanwhile, in her dorm, Sakura nervously clutched her phone. The post-rain rainbow had inspired her—a perfect photography opportunity with Hashima.
Hashima: Free. What's up?
Sakura Airi: Would you accompany me for some photos? The rain stopped, and there's a rainbow!
Hashima: Sure. When?
Sakura Airi: After lunch? I'll come to your dorm.
Hashima: Sounds good.
Thrilled, Sakura tossed her phone aside and flung open her wardrobe.
This outing demanded her best outfit and makeup—especially since her chosen spots were secluded.
I want him to see my best self.
Her heart raced at the thought of his handsome face.
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Post-lunch, a knock finally came at his door.
Opening it revealed Sakura in a pale green cardigan over a cream blouse, paired with a blue skirt and thigh-high black stockings.
Light makeup accentuated her delicate features—though her signature red glasses remained.
"Afternoon, Sakura-san."
Hashima admired her outfit. "You look lovely. I'm looking forward to this."
"T-thank you. You're handsome too..."
His praise thrilled her—this was all for him.
She took in his casual yet polished look: a fitted shirt, navy slacks, and sneakers.
"Ready? Did you bring an umbrella?"
"Y-yes."
She patted her small crossbody bag—a girl's essential, no matter how tiny.
"Good. It might rain again."
Grabbing his umbrella, they set off toward the island's eastern academic building—a quiet spot overlooking the sea, flanked by lush greenery and benches.
The post-rain air was crisp and refreshing.
More importantly, Sakura shed her timid persona here. Removing her glasses, she became the passionate photographer, her smiles radiant.
Watching her, Hashima relaxed. This version of Sakura was effortless company.
"Hashima-kun, look here!"
She raised her pink camera, framing him against the seascape.
"Like this?"
He flashed a bright smile.
"Perfect."
Through her lens, Sakura's pulse quickened.
Since their first photography lesson, they'd done several shoots. Each time, she grew bolder—now confidently directing him like a professional model.
"One more—face the ocean this time."
After several shots, a flushed Sakura approached to review them—only to suddenly lose her footing.
"Ah—!"
With a yelp, she tumbled onto the muddy path.
"Sakura-san!"
Hashima rushed over. The rain had turned the soil treacherously slick.
Her stockings and skirt were now dirt-streaked, her face a mix of pain and embarrassment.
"Are you hurt?"
"I'm fi—ow!"
Attempting to stand sent a sharp pang through her ankle.
"Don't move!"
Examining her swelling ankle, Hashima frowned. "Sprained, probably. Let's get you to the nurse."
Before she could protest, he turned and crouched. "I'll carry you."
"Eh?!"
Her face burned crimson.
"No arguments. If it's sprained, delaying treatment could make it worse."
His tone left no room for refusal. "Now."
Gingerly, she looped her arms around his neck as he hooked his hands under her knees.
At 150 cm and lightly built, she was easy to carry—especially after his recent training.
As they set off, Sakura buried her face against his back, her heartbeat deafening in her ears.
Hashima-kun's back... is so warm...
[Sakura Airi feels deeply cared for, growing more reliant on you. Sakura Airi stock rises by 10. Current price: 120.]
Hiding a smile, Hashima adjusted his grip.
At this rate, her stock might surpass Ichinose's soon.
The future looks bright.