The sun had already begun its descent, casting long amber shadows across the pavement as the last slivers of daylight clung to the sky.
The air was warm with the fading heat of the day, and the school grounds, once filled with the vibrant noise of students, were now steadily emptying.
The soft murmurs of chatter faded into the distance as the crowd dispersed, leaving behind only the occasional echo of laughter and footsteps.
Kouhei and Yui walked side by side down the front steps of the school, her body practically glued to his arm.
Her fingers gently laced around his, and her soft breasts pressed snugly against him with every step they took, the subtle bounce of her chest impossible to ignore.
He didn't know exactly when this started—when she began clinging to him like this, making his arm her personal pillow.
But over time, it became so natural and so frequent, that he'd stopped noticing.
At least, not in a way that flustered him anymore.
