Kenji Yuki Hana Story

Kenji Yuki Hana Story

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Chapter 1: The Fallen Star

A girl was walking with her head down, taking low, judgmental stares from everyone around her. She accidentally bumped into a guy. The guy lost his shit right away.

“Hey, you little thief, watch where the fuck you’re going!”

“Boooooooooo, goddamn thief!” a few people nearby joined in.

“Hey! If any of you still have your own sins, don’t be so quick to shit on someone else!” I yelled. The whole area went dead quiet.

The girl just mumbled a quiet “thanks” and kept walking with her head still down.

Her name was Yuki. Law major. Tall, wavy red hair, fair skin, pretty face. Used to be the campus star—every guy wanted her, every girl wanted to be next to her because she was hot and her parents were loaded. Now she was the campus punching bag. Her dad was some high-up official getting dragged through a corruption trial.

My name’s Kenji. Computer science major. All I wanted was to be a regular-ass programmer, marry a regular girl—not too pretty, not ugly, just independent with her own paycheck so I wouldn’t have to stress if mine was short. Two kids, one boy one girl, both independent so I wouldn’t have to babysit forever.

I knew who Yuki was because the whole campus wouldn’t shut up about her. Guys lined up to date her. Girls wanted to be close so they could ride the fame. I was the only one who didn’t give a shit. Like I said, I just wanted a normal girl.

There was one girl I actually liked. Same major, same year. Name was Hana. Simple, average-looking, we talked about classes a lot. Too bad she already had a boyfriend. So I stayed a silent admirer. Her boyfriend, Takeshi, was secretly thirsting after Yuki too. Maybe just looking, but whatever—don’t think the worst.

That little incident was the first time I ever spoke to Yuki. I just felt bad for her. Everyone avoided her, called her names. Nobody would even walk next to her or say hi.

Senior year was kicking my ass. Final project was eating me alive. After class I stopped at my usual takoyaki stand on the side of the road and parked my bike next to the cart.

I was just digging in when—BAM!—a car door slammed so hard everyone turned. Yuki had just slammed the door of a white SUV. The car peeled off and left her standing there.

“One extra spicy, please,” she told the vendor. Her face was flushed red. Looked like she’d just had a fight with whoever was in that car. Couldn’t tell if it was her boyfriend or not.

“You like it spicy, huh. Explains the attitude,” I said without looking up.

“Oh hey, Kenji! You eat here too?” she answered, smiling.

Since when did she know my name? I wasn’t popular. And since when was she smiling at people so easily?

“Thanks for earlier on campus, by the way,” she added, the smile still stuck on her lips.

“When did I help you? Oh… that thing. I was just messing around,” I said, grinning.

“Hey, there’s a helmet guy over there,” she said out of nowhere, pointing. This girl was all over the place—her attention jumped to the weirdest shit.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Take me home,” she said, not even waiting for an answer. She walked straight over to the helmet guy and bought the most expensive one. Still had money, even with her dad on trial.

The takoyaki came. This rich-girl type was straight-up greedy when it came to street food. She still had food in her mouth and was already shoving more in. Starving, matching me bite for bite. Her appetite was huge possibly her lust too… wait, why the hell was my brain going dirty? Probably because of the tight sleeveless top and the short shorts that stopped above her knees. That outfit was pure trouble.

I was getting nervous. The campus celebrity wanted a ride on the back of my bike.

“You sure you want to hop on with me? What’s everyone gonna say if they find out?”

“Let them. Their opinion of me is already shit. Why should I care?” Her eyes looked a little wet. “I used to be so proud of my status, of being famous on campus. Everyone wanted to be close, wanted to be friends, just wanted to know me. Then the second I had a problem, they all ran. My dad’s the one who fucked up—why am I the one getting spat on? I thought everyone hated me. But then one person actually helped, even if it was just one sentence. That was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t alone. You’re like a hero to me, Kenji.”

“Stop,” I cut her off. “Don’t compare me to a hero. I like heroes, but I don’t want to be one. Heroes feed everyone. Me? I want to eat the whole damn plate myself.”

Yuki frowned. “That’s a weird-ass theory. Someone compliments you and you reject it.”

“Can a compliment fill my stomach?” I shot back with my mouth still full.

We finished eating, but I still wanted to chill for a minute.

“If the world’s being a dick to you, you fight back. Nobody’s coming to save you,” I told her.

“I’m just so fucking frustrated. I don’t even feel like living sometimes. Everyone insults me, avoids me. Even my own family pretends they don’t know me. My mom, my little siblings—their hearts are broken. Used to be everyone swarmed like ants on sugar. Now it’s like the sugar got mixed with chalk and they all scattered,” she said quietly, but it cut deep.

“Come on, let’s go. We can talk more at my place,” she said.

Holy shit. The campus star just casually invited me to her house. Was my charm that strong? This was gonna get complicated.

She climbed on behind me, her back almost pressed against mine. No jacket. I rolled out at about 60 km/h. Her chest kept brushing my back—soft, a little bouncy. Every time I hit the brakes her whole body smashed against me. I was 100% sure those were her tits. She scooted even closer, both hands resting on my thighs.

My heart was hammering. All the blood in my body rushed south and my dick went rock hard.

Fuck—I slammed the brakes and almost rear-ended the car in front of me because I couldn’t focus. The sudden stop made her grab my thighs tighter and press her entire body against me.

Thank god, a gas station ahead. I pulled in, parked, and bolted for the bathroom.

“One sec,” I told her.

Inside the stall I soaked my dick under cold water just to calm the hard-on. I was so fucking horny. So that’s what a girl’s tits felt like. I washed my face, tried to slow my heart rate. Once I was somewhat normal I came back out.

Yuki was still sitting on the bike waiting.

“Done taking your dump? You almost forgot the passenger. Good thing my legs are long enough to hold your bike up,” she teased.

“Sorry. Couldn’t hold it,” I said.

I took off again, this time trying to keep some space so we wouldn’t almost die. It felt good, but I wasn’t trying to die for it.

We pulled up in front of a house that was way too nice for someone like me. White gates, two big statues. A huge security guard opened the gate while a massive Caucasian Shepherd barked its head off. Mean as hell to strangers, soft with its owner.

Perfect lawn, koi pond, fountain. So this was what a politician’s house looked like. No wonder everyone wanted to be one.

“Hey, stop staring or my dog’s gonna eat you. Come on in,” Yuki called.

I was still gawking. Inside was even more ridiculous. Hard to explain—just pure luxury.

I should’ve majored in something that could get me into politics. Computer science just leads to programming or maybe data analysis if you’re lucky. But IT was already in my blood. Too late now.

“Sit down, Kenji. Don’t be shy. Be right back,” Yuki said and disappeared inside.

A middle-aged woman brought me a glass of juice and told me to drink.

“Hey, sorry I took so long. You’ve been quiet,” Yuki said, patting my shoulder as she sat next to me on the long couch.

“I’m fine. I just thought I was dead,” I answered.

“What? Because of the almost-crash?”

“No. I thought I was already in heaven. Your house is insane.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she laughed.

Her stare was still sharp. Made me awkward as hell.

“Usually when guys come over and sit like this, they start scooting closer, trying to get all touchy-feely. Fake concern, little touches. If it’s my boyfriend, fine. But random guys showing up uninvited?” Yuki rambled. “You’re different, though. You’re just sitting there all calm. Wait… are you gay?”

“Sorry, still straight. …Is that food I smell?”

“Oh, Aya’s cooking for us. She’s really good.”

“Is it done yet?”

“Not yet. She’ll tell us.”

Yuki turned to look at me. Her hand started resting on my knee.

“About the whole gay-or-straight thing… I believe you’re normal. Proof is, your dick got hard the second my tits touched you on the bike. That’s why you almost crashed and ran to the bathroom so fast. Did you jerk off in there? You finished quick as hell.” Her hand slid higher up my thigh, her body leaning in.

“I didn’t jerk off. Just cooled it down so it wouldn’t stay hard,” I answered, voice shaking. Her fingers were playing over the denim on my thigh.

“Want me to help you finish, Kenji? It’s been a whole month since I did anything with my boyfriend because of my dad’s case. He pulled away.” Her hand kept exploring toward my crotch. My dick jumped straight up like a soldier who just saw the president.

“I’ve never done this before, Yuki. And what if the maid or the guard walks in?” I tried to stop her while spreading my legs a little because it felt too good.

“Relax. Just follow my lead. Consider it a thank-you,” she said. She pulled me down so I was lying on the couch, unzipped my jeans, and yanked them and my underwear down in one go. My 12-centimeter cock sprang free, hard as a rock, like a bird finally out of its cage.

“Damn, look at this already-hard dick. I’m gonna lick it,” she said. Her tongue went straight for the head, circling it, teasing the tip until it was shiny and wet. It felt so good my legs started twitching. She took the head into her mouth and sucked like a baby on a bottle, tongue still swirling around the tip.

“Fuuuuuck, Yuki, that feels amazing. You’re really good at this,” I groaned.

She started bobbing her head up and down the shaft, making it throb. Her soft fingers played with my balls, stroking them gently. I was losing my mind.

“Excuse me, miss, the food’s ready,” Aya the maid suddenly walked in and set the plates on the table. She didn’t even flinch. I almost died of shock and tried to pull my pants up, but Yuki held me down and kept sucking.

Aya left without a word.

Yuki’s mouth got faster, her free hand roaming my inner thighs. I relaxed again and just enjoyed it. Turns out the campus star had a filthy side too.

She took me deep, sucked hard, then pulled off with a wet pop. Her lips were already full, but they looked even prettier all red from working my cock.

“How’s that, Kenji? Feel good? My pussy’s even better, you know,” she said while stroking my still-hard dick. Her face was right next to mine; her perfume hit hard.

She rested her head on my shoulder, breath warm against my ear.

“Put me on your shoulder… because I want you…”

Her soft hand stroked my cheek and pulled my face to hers. A sweet kiss landed. Instinct took over. My hand went to her shoulder and I pulled her closer.

Her tongue tried to slip in. I opened and met it. She guided my hand to her tit still covered by the tight top and told me to squeeze gently.

While our tongues tangled, her fingers kept working my cock. I didn’t just squeeze from the outside—I slipped my hand under her shirt, then under her bra. Soft, springy, perfect.

“Kenji, this is the first time I’ve ever made the first move. Usually the guys start it,” she said, breaking the kiss for a second before diving back in.

“You’re experienced as hell. This is the first time a girl’s ever sucked me,” I answered while stroking her red hair. Without thinking I pushed her head down so my cock went deeper into her mouth.

She pulled off, then unbuttoned her shorts and peeled them and her panties down. Her pink pussy came into view, just a little triangle of soft hair. Then she climbed into 69, her cunt right in my face.

“You can lick my pussy, right?” she asked, then went right back to sucking my dick.

I licked slowly, sucked on her soft hair, tugged a little until she let out a quiet moan. So this was what a real pussy felt like. Different from the ones in porn. Yuki’s was prettier—just a single neat line.

I slid a finger in, rubbed, and worked my tongue on her clit. The way she was sucking my cock got even more intense; my legs started shaking.

She licked my balls, sucked them, tugged while stroking the shaft. Then she lifted my ass and her tongue went lower, all the way to my asshole. It felt insanely good. This girl had zero shame. I returned the favor—licking her asshole while fingering her pussy.

Her thighs tensed. I kept licking and rubbing faster.

“Don’t stop… fuck that feels so good aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as she came hard, wetness pouring out. Clear as day—she’d just orgasmed.

Yuki sat up immediately.

“Let’s go to my room. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve got condoms ready,” she said, pulling my hand.

Beep beep—my phone rang. Hana was calling. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to meet Hana and Hiro at her place to work on our final project. We were in the same group, building an online store website. Our advisor was Professor Sato.

“Yo Kenji, where the hell are you? Me and Hiro have been waiting forever!”

“I’m on the way,” I answered short.

“Bullshit. If you’re on the road why don’t I hear any traffic? Get your ass over here!”

“Sorry, Yuki. I gotta bounce. Completely forgot about the group meeting,” I said, grabbing the food container. “I’m taking this to go.” I packed the meat Aya had brought. Yuki just stared at me blankly.

I said goodbye and headed out. At the gate the dog went ballistic.

“Woof woof woof, ggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

I ran right back in.

“Yuki, where’s your security guy? I’m scared of your dog!”

She laughed. “Hahaha, you left the owner hanging, so of course the dog’s pissed.”

She walked me to my bike while holding the dog back.

I gunned it out of there. I wasn’t about to disappoint the girl I actually cared about. I was going to use every brain cell I had to crush this final project. Thanks to Professor Sato for putting us in the same group, even if Hiro was annoying as hell sometimes.

When I got to Hana’s place, Takeshi was already there sitting with her, while Hiro just watched TV.

Fuck. The failed campus star was now playing bodyguard at Hana’s house.

“Hellooo everyone. Sorry I’m late—some pregnant grandma almost died crossing the street,” I greeted the people who’d been waiting for the master.

Chapter 2: A Taste of Yuki

“You’re late as hell, and the second you finally show up you start cracking lame jokes. By the way, I’m in a really shitty mood,” Hiro muttered, glancing over at me.

“Yeah, whatever, let’s just get started before it gets late. I gotta go soon,” Hana said as she joined the two of us.

“Okay, so we’re not just making some basic online store. I want a site where the users can customize the look—not the whole layout, just the backgrounds. That way the same site can be used by Company A, Company B, whoever, selling the same products,” I explained, kicking things off.

“We’re gonna need a pretty big database for this, because the images won’t be hard-coded. They’ll all come from the database. And I don’t just want it to be a store. I want a members-only forum too, so people can talk about the products we’re selling. That way potential buyers can read reviews and figure out if something actually fits what they need, and people who already bought stuff can share how good or shitty it is. Free advertising for us, plus feedback if anything’s defective,” I kept going, my eyes drifting over to Hana the whole time.

“And the admin panel needs to be as simple as possible so uploading all that data isn’t a pain in the ass. First things first though—what the hell are we even selling?”

“Electronics,” Hana suggested. “With categories like computers, TVs, gadgets, that kind of thing.”

“I’m totally with Hana on that,” Hiro said without even thinking about it.

“Cool, same. Alright, let’s divide the work. Hiro, you’re on web design. Hana, you handle the database—master products, product types, colors, background images, customer info, order lists, the whole thing. I’ll take care of the actual coding.”

We spent about two hours going back and forth over the details, twisting the design every which way until there was nothing left to talk about. Then Takeshi showed up and dropped into the seat next to Hana, casually running his fingers through her hair.

Fucking asshole. This failed-idol wannabe was getting all lovey-dovey right in front of my face. I wanted to punch him, but what right did I have? They were actually dating.

“Sorry, bro, me and Hana gotta bounce. We’re going to look for stuff for my big project. Catch you later. If you need anything, just ask her little sister,” Takeshi said. The two of them walked off hand in hand. Hiro and I just sat there staring into space for a minute before we finally packed up and headed home too.

When I got back to my apartment I checked my phone. Two missed calls and one text, all from Yuki.

Kenji, pick me up at seven tomorrow for class.

Okay, I texted back.

The next morning I waited outside her gate instead of going in—her dog was a mean little shit. Yuki came out looking ridiculously good in a long-sleeve green shirt and black jeans.

“Why didn’t you come in? Scared of my dog or what? How are you ever gonna get friendly with him if you keep acting like a pussy?” she teased.

“I’m allergic to dogs. Especially the barking,” I shot back, annoyed.

We headed toward campus.

“Kenji, don’t drop me off right at school, okay? Leave me a little ways away where none of the people I know will see us,” Yuki said.

I just nodded. Guess she still didn’t want anyone knowing she was hanging out with me. For someone who claimed she didn’t give a shit what people thought, she sure acted embarrassed.

I dropped her off where she wanted and took off without saying anything else.

Later that afternoon, after classes were done, Hiro, Hana, and I met up at the park to talk about progress. When I opened my bag I froze. There were two lunch boxes in there. I’d only brought the one the apartment owner had made for me. I opened the other one and realized it was from Yuki. There was a note:

Sorry I’m still too proud to be seen with you. Pick me up after class, okay?

Jesus. She’d bribed me with food so I wouldn’t stay mad about her being embarrassed. Two pieces of karaage chicken, fries, and ketchup. My mouth started watering instantly.

I demolished both boxes while we went over the project, then we split up. My phone buzzed. Text from Yuki:

Kenji, I’m waiting at the same spot.

I headed straight there. The second I pulled up she hopped on the back of my bike, looking around like she was making sure nobody she knew was watching.

Halfway home she started trying to get me to stop being pissy. We joked around. Turns out Yuki was actually pretty funny.

“Kenji, let’s pick up where we left off last time. I know you’ve got nothing better to do,” she said, reaching around and rubbing my cock through my pants.

Fuck. My concentration went to shit. I almost stalled the bike because my dick went hard as a rock in two seconds.

“Yuki, not while I’m driving. I kinda like being alive, and I assume you do too,” I begged.

“Fine, fine. I’m just annoyed that I’m always the one asking for it. Next time—the third time—you have to be the one who starts it,” she said, taking her hand away.

“Hurry the fuck up, Kenji. I can’t wait anymore. Neither can you—I can tell your cock’s still hard even with the pants on,” she teased.

I twisted the throttle and flew toward her house.

The second we got inside we were all over each other—kissing hard, tongues tangled, hands everywhere. We didn’t even stop while we climbed the stairs to her room on the second floor.

We barely made it through the door before we started stripping. No awkwardness this time. I pushed her down onto the bed, kissed her forehead, then worked my way down her long neck. My tongue traced over her tits—pretty big, firm as hell. I played with her nipples until they got hard, squeezing those tight tits while I did it.

I sucked on her nipples, licking and teasing them. My hand slid down between her legs and rubbed her clit until she started moaning and squirming. She was already getting wet.

“Oooohhh Kenji, that feels so fucking good… you must’ve been watching porn last night, because when the hell did you get this good?” she said, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

I kept sucking one nipple while I twisted the other between my fingers. Then I licked my way down her stomach, making her twist under me. I took my time around her pussy, licking the soft skin of her inner thighs first, circling closer without diving in yet, still rubbing her clit with my fingers.

She started bucking harder, her pussy basically begging for it. I finally gave in and licked her open, sucking on her clit. Yuki couldn’t take it anymore—she shoved me onto my back, grabbed my cock, and stuffed it into her mouth.

This time she was even better than yesterday. She bobbed up and down, sucking hard while her hand played with my balls. Then she lifted my hips and licked my asshole while she stroked me slow. Back to my cock, she started mouthing at my pubes, sucking and tugging them until they were wet. She licked the entire length from the shiny head all the way down to the base, didn’t skip my balls, even ran her tongue over the slit. Then she took the whole thing in one go, deep-throating me and pumping her head up and down while she sucked. Smooth as hell. She sped up like she was trying to milk the cum out of me right then. I held on for dear life.

After a while she pulled off, climbed on top of me, and straddled my hips, lining my cock up with her pussy.

“You ever actually put your dick in a girl before, Kenji?” she asked, looking down at me all heated.

“No. Just oral. First time was with you yesterday,” I admitted.

She sank down onto me slowly. It wasn’t hard—she clearly knew what she was doing. She started riding me, and the feeling hit me like a truck. I sat up so we were face to face while she kept bouncing on my cock.

I kissed her, tongues sliding together, then moved to her neck and the back of her ear. Her moans got louder. I went back to her nipples, sucking and licking, and she got even louder.

Pretty soon her pussy clenched hard around me and she came, moaning like crazy, yanking my hair.

“Your turn, Kenji. You on top,” she said, rolling us over without pulling off. “Now you do the work,” she added with this post-orgasm spoiled look that somehow made her even hotter—sweaty and fucking sexy.

I started thrusting slow while we made out. After a minute she was on fire again, kissing me like she wanted to eat me alive, rolling her hips to match my rhythm.

I pinned her arms above her head and licked her smooth underarms—there was still a little soft hair there—and she squirmed harder. I sped up. I licked every inch of her I could reach: armpits, shoulders, arms, neck, ears, chest, tits. My hands never stopped squeezing those firm breasts.

Her pussy was gripping and sucking at my cock like it was trying to drain me dry. We got faster, messier, completely out of sync and not giving a fuck.

“Kenji, just come inside me. I get the shot so I won’t get pregnant,” Yuki said.

“You sure? I’m about to blow,” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m close too.”

A second later both of us started shaking hard.

“Kenji, slow down a little—don’t go so fast, it feels better that way,” she said, easing her own movements. I matched her. She was right. Dropping the speed made every single flutter of her pussy walls feel insane. She clearly loved it too.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” we both moaned loud as we came together. My cock felt even wetter from her cum mixing with mine, the wet sounds loud as hell.

Afterward we just lay there panting, the door still wide open. Yuki cuddled up against me like a spoiled cat.

“Kenji, are you lying about this being your first time? How the hell did you last that long? First-timers usually shoot in like two minutes,” she asked, clearly not buying it.

“I swear it’s my first time. I don’t know why I lasted either. Pretty impressive, right?” I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

“Doesn’t your boyfriend get pissed about this?” I asked, curious.

“I already dumped him. The guy I slammed the car door on the other day? That was him. Daiki. He said he was embarrassed to have a girlfriend whose dad’s a thief,” Yuki answered like it was nothing.

Chapter 3: A Trip to Hakone

Every day I rode to and from campus with Yuki. She always asked me to drop her off somewhere quiet, and when we headed home she’d be waiting in the same spot. Every single time she handed me a little bento box.

Out of nowhere—

“Kenji, was Hiro in class earlier? I texted him and he never answered. We were supposed to go to Professor Sato’s place to submit the thesis proposal,” Hana asked.

“Ohhh, he got hit with the shits. Class ended and he bolted. Probably meditating on the toilet right now,” I said, half-joking but completely accurate.

“Fine, just the two of us then. I’ll fill Hiro in later. See you at Professor Sato’s.”

“Wait, Kenji. Let’s go together. I just remembered my boyfriend’s stuck in a meeting with his advisor at the cafeteria, so he can’t drive me,” Hana said.

Shit. Instant conflict. I’d already promised to ride home with Yuki. On the other hand this was a rare shot at hanging with Hana—the girl I’d been quietly worshipping. Might not get a second chance. I texted Yuki that I had to go to Professor Sato’s place, but only after I dropped her off first.

“Hey, quit spacing out! Hurry up or we’ll be late. We promised to be there by one. She’s leaving around three,” Hana snapped, yanking me out of my head.

“Yeah, alright, let’s go,” I answered without thinking it through.

I texted Yuki:

“Sorry Yuki, I can’t drop you off. My professor just texted that I have to come to her place right now because she’s leaving.”

No reply.

“Hana, don’t sit sideways like that. It feels weird. I’m not used to riding with someone sitting side-saddle,” I said.

“Come on, you give your mom rides like that all the time, don’t you?” she shot back.

“You wanna be compared to someone’s mom? Besides, my mom’s cool as hell—she never sits sideways.”

“Just leave it like this. My boyfriend would lose it if he saw me riding with another guy the normal way. Come on, hurry,” Hana said, tapping my shoulder.

Damn. She was that whipped by that failed-actor boyfriend of hers. Even the way she sat on a motorcycle had to follow his rules. I bet when they fucked she let him put her in whatever position he wanted. God, why did my brain go straight to that?

I rode to Professor Sato’s house. When we got there my phone was still silent from Yuki. Was she pissed? I couldn’t focus.

“Kenji, you’ve been spacing out this whole time. Do you even understand what I’m saying?” Professor Sato said, voice a little sharp.

“I understand, ma’am. I was just thinking, not spacing out.”

“I like the web project concept, but you need to emphasize something that’s both easy and appealing. On a desktop interface the old priority was just ‘easy.’ Web needs both. The hard part is combining easy with actually interesting,” she explained.

“Websites that are easy for people to use usually look generic and boring. Especially if you’re adding a forum. Six months with three people won’t be enough.”

“We can do it, ma’am. I’ve been designing this site since I first started learning web stuff. The foundation’s already there, the database concept too. Hana just needs to polish it. The visual design is Hiro’s department. The skeleton’s done—we just have to fill it in,” I said.

“Alright, I’ll accept the proposal. We’ll set up another advising session later. Tell Hiro not to flake again so he actually understands what’s going on,” Professor Sato finished.

“Have you two eaten yet? I already cooked. Come eat before you head home,” she said, walking toward the dining table.

“Ah, you didn’t have to go to all that trouble, ma’am. You made a lot, right?” I said.

“Oh god, if you invite him to eat you’re gonna lose money. That stomach of his is bottomless,” Hana teased, smacking my back.

“There’s plenty. I made enough for all of you.”

“So you made some for Hiro too?” I asked. She nodded.

“He’s not here anyway. Just give it to me, ma’am. I brought a food container,” I said and immediately started loading up a plate.

“Jesus, most guys try to win over a girl’s feelings. You just try to win over the food,” Hana jabbed again.

“Just eat. Don’t be shy, think of it as…” Professor Sato started.

“Stop, ma’am, don’t finish that sentence! If you keep going Kenji’s just gonna pile more food on his plate. Look—he already started without being told,” Hana said, scooping rice and grilled fish onto her own plate.

“Yer sho noishy, Han… dunno if ya reawize how heavy it ish carryin’ you, sho I need exhtra energy…” I mumbled with my mouth completely full.

After we finished eating we said goodbye.

“Ma’am, we’re heading out. Oh, and you wanted me to take the food for Hiro, right?” I asked.

“Since when did Professor Sato say she wanted to send food home? Didn’t you eat enough already?” Hana snapped.

“Stop fighting or you’ll end up married. Just take whatever you want for Hiro, Kenji,” Professor Sato said.

AAAAAmmmmiiinnn. Please let that come true. Me and Hana. Hihihi.

We left. I drove Hana home. When we got there the failed actor—now working as a security guard—was already hanging around out front.

“Hey babe, I’ve been waiting,” Hana said as she walked up to him.

Euuhhhh… babe… babe… what the fuck is a “babe.” you are Japanese, Hana.

“Just got here, baby,” Takeshi answered and kissed her right on the mouth.

Fuuuucckkk! I wanted to murder her boyfriend. Watching him put his lips on that sweet mouth of hers right in front of me made my chest burn. Jealous. Hot. So fucking hot. But there was nothing I could do.

“I’m heading out, Han,” I said and left without waiting to hear whatever she answered.

Halfway home I saw a crowd. Looked like an accident. I checked who was lying on the side of the road.

Yuki… and some guy I didn’t know.

I parked the bike. “Yuki, what happened? Did you fall off a motorcycle?” I asked, taking her hand. She winced in pain and couldn’t talk.

“You know this girl, kid?” some older guy asked.

“Yeah, she’s my friend.”

“Your friend was on a motorcycle taxi when a car clipped them. The car took off. The taxi driver’s chasing it now. Just take her to the nearest hospital,” the man said.

I flagged a taxi and helped Yuki in.

“You should come to the hospital too,” I told the motorcycle taxi driver who’d also gotten hit.

“I’m fine, kid. Just the bike’s body is wrecked. I’m waiting till they catch the guy who hit us. I’ll make him pay for her medical bills too.”

I rode my bike to the hospital while Yuki went in the taxi. I handled the paperwork while she was treated in the ER. I felt like shit. If I’d just dropped her off like usual she never would’ve taken a motorcycle taxi and gotten hit-and-run.

In the ER her injuries had already been treated.

“Kenji, thanks. And don’t go chasing down the guy who hit me or anything,” Yuki said when she saw me.

“Sorry Yuki. This only happened because I didn’t take you home.”

“It’s fine. I’ll give you the medical receipt later and pay you back,” she said, reaching for her bag.

“Oh yeah—here’s your lunch for today. Sorry I didn’t give it to you this morning. I wanted to eat with you in the park at noon but you couldn’t make it,” Yuki said, holding out the bento box.

I couldn’t say anything. Tears just started falling. She was this thoughtful toward me the whole time. The bottomless pit in my stomach started doing cartwheels. I still hadn’t even eaten the food from Professor Sato’s place.

The doctor came in.

“How are you feeling? Wounds doing better?”

“Better. Doesn’t hurt as much. How’d the x-ray look?”

“Everything’s fine. Nothing broken. Just wait for the cuts to dry. Here’s a prescription—pick it up at the pharmacy. You’re good to go home.”

After we got the medicine we left. I drove Yuki home.

“Kenji, can we stop at the park first? Let’s eat. I’m sick of eating at home. I brought my own food too,” Yuki said on the way.

We found a shady bench under some vines in the park and ate.

“I’m so tired of my life, Kenji. My dad’s in legal trouble. My mom and little siblings never even look at me. I don’t even feel like working on my thesis. Might as well just be a forever student. I think I need a reset. Go somewhere quiet, cool, beautiful. But I don’t have any friends. Everyone avoids me. I wanted to ask you but you’re buried in your thesis too,” Yuki said quietly.

“Hang on, I’m not fowcusin’ right now if I’m eatin’…” I mumbled while still shoveling food.

“Never mind then,” she said even quieter, head down.

Yuki just watched me, only taking a bite now and then.

“You’re not even fat but you eat like a beast, Kenji. Your hands have sensors or something—they just wander looking for food. You even stole from my box. You think I didn’t notice?” she complained.

Oops. Busted.

“Sworry,” I said with my mouth full.

“Hahahaha whatever. Keep going. Just take mine. I’m already full,” Yuki said, laughing.

A little later—

“Huuuuoooo I’m so full. Thanks. You’re seriously good to me,” I said, looking into her soft eyes.

“Earlier you said you wanted to go somewhere but didn’t have anyone to go with. Okay. I’ll come with you. As a thank-you for all the food you’ve given me. Hehehe,” I said with a big grin.

“Are you serious, Kenji? What about your thesis?”

“Taking a break once in a while isn’t a crime. My brain needs a reset too.”

“Okay. Friday after class we’ll go to Hakone. My family’s got a villa there. We’ll hit the mountain area. Come back Sunday afternoon,” Yuki said, locking in the plan.

“You okay riding a motorcycle all the way there? It’s far.”

“We’ll take a car. Leave your bike at my place. We’ll drive to campus in my car. But remember—”

“Drop-off at the quiet spot. Meet at the quiet spot on the way home,” we both said at the same time. Already muscle memory.

“Alright, let’s head back,” Yuki said, packing up the empty boxes.

When we got to the gate of her house she got off.

Suddenly my head felt heavy. Vision went blurry…

And then without me realizing it—

I was standing in front of a shrine altar, my left hand holding Hana’s father’s hand. A kannushi in white robes and a tall black hat stood in front of us, holding a gohei.

“With this, Kenji and Hana are officially united as husband and wife before the Kamisama,” the kannushi said in a calm voice.

We did the san-san-kudo. Hana lifted the small sake cup first, took three slow sips. Then I lifted the same cup and drank three times. We swapped the cups again until we’d each taken nine sips total. Every single sip was watched by the whole family and relatives kneeling behind us.

The kannushi sprinkled sacred water toward us and recited the closing prayer. The shrine was completely quiet except for the soft ringing of a small bell and the wind moving the white cloth on the altar.

One by one people came forward, bowed deeply, and congratulated us. We were led to a wooden dais decorated with fake cherry blossoms and red-and-white cloth, like a bride and groom on the most sacred day of their lives.

Happy and emotional atmosphere. Everyone came up to greet us. We sat there on the dais like a king and queen for a day. It felt so good finally getting the girl I’d been craving.

The reception ended at nine. In the bedroom both of us were nervo