The sun gently filtered through the half-closed blinds. Yuzuki's room smelled of weak coffee, warm skin, and a half-extinguished desire.
Keita woke up slowly, feeling a pleasant weight on his chest — it was her head. Yuzuki's tousled, soft hair tickled his neck. It was so quiet that even thoughts didn't dare to speak.
"Good morning," he whispered, gently stroking her back.
She didn't answer right away. She sighed deeply, then propped herself up on one elbow, pulling the blanket over her.
"You need to go, Keita... it's already late. And if someone…"
"I know," he said. "But I just want... one more minute. Just one minute."
She gave him a small, crooked smile and rested her forehead on his shoulder.
"I wish I could stop time here," she said. "Just the two of us... in this bed... no rules, no students, no teachers."
But those moments slipped away, and reality hit without mercy. After a few long, tender kisses, Keita got up and quickly got dressed. Before leaving, he turned back to her:
"I promise we won't regret what happened last night."
Yuzuki bit her lip.
"Then promise me... you'll be careful today. No one can find out."
He smiled.
"It's already too late for that."