Yukinoshita Haruno’s First Time

Eriri's favorite drink has always been lemon tea, a preference unchanged since her childhood. The sight of the can made her feel that Yukima Azuma was truly paying attention to her. Holding the cold can, the refreshing chill seemed to sweep away the heat of the summer.

Yukima Azuma gently patted Eriri's head before turning to catch up with his friends.

The conversation they had been having lingered in the air, and it seemed Yukima Azuma couldn't help but care just a little.

"You disgusting riajuu!" Satou Kazuma scoffed.

"Haha, Yukima, you really know how to make things interesting," Kunimi Yuuma teased.

Yukima Azuma waved them off, his expression cool.

"Where were we? Oh right, about my friend in the basketball club, he said he saw someone spit fire from their palm!"

"Superpowers? Really? Those are so old-school, no one uses that kind of thing in shounen manga anymore," Yukima Azuma quipped.

"Yeah, but my friend was so confident about it, pounding his chest like he was some sort of hero," Kunimi Yuuma added.

Satou Kazuma raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You believe everything your friend says?"

"If superpowers are real, then just reincarnate me into another world! I don't want to be a background character in some shounen manga where the supporting roles always get sidelined," Yukima Azuma said, laughing lightly.

The conversation shifted back to the idea of another world, a topic they'd discussed earlier.

Yukima Azuma fell silent for a moment. Superpowers? The thought felt strange. If this were last year, he would have laughed it off without a second thought. But now, after everything he had experienced, the possibility seemed less outlandish.

He had met someone with supernatural abilities—the Eye of Yin and Yang.

Later that day, after school, Yukima Azuma walked out of the gates of Toyogasaki and saw a red-and-white Porsche sports car parked by the curb. A bad feeling washed over him immediately. He turned on his heel, preparing to leave by another route.

But before he could get far, a familiar, fragrant breeze swept past him.

"Azuma-kun, long time no see!"

Yukima Azuma froze. A sensation, like a mountain pressing down on him, struck him from behind. The sweet fragrance completely enveloped him. Slender arms wrapped around his chest, and he could feel soft strands of hair brushing his neck, sending an uncomfortable itch across his skin.

It was her—Yukinoshita Haruno.

He stopped in his tracks, unable to move as she clung to him.

"Let go," he muttered coldly.

"Ehh!? Are you angry, Azuma-kun? It's been so long since we last met!" Haruno's voice carried a teasing tone, though she reluctantly released her grip and moved to face him.

Standing before him was a striking woman. Haruno resembled her younger sister Yukino, but with an undeniable aura of maturity. She wore a tight-fitting T-shirt, denim shorts, and her legs were long and graceful, almost unnaturally so. Her beauty was magnetic—sharp yet intoxicating.

Yukinoshita Haruno. Yukino's older sister. And Yukima Azuma's ex-girlfriend… for one night.

Haruno smiled mischievously. "Azuma-kun, it's been so long. Do you miss me?"

"You must have a lot to say. How about we get in my car and talk?" She gestured toward the Porsche, the windows tinted so that the interior was concealed. A suggestive look danced in her eyes as her fingers brushed her lips.

Yukima Azuma met her gaze with a cold smile, his expression void of amusement. He had no intention of engaging with her.

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Haruno's playful demeanor shifted to one of seriousness. She clasped her hands together.

"I know I messed up, and I understand why you're upset with me," she said earnestly. "But I'm here for Yukino. She's innocent in all of this. Please, hear me out about her. Afterward, you can punish me however you want."

Yukima Azuma raised an eyebrow. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. She had come this far, so he figured he might as well listen.

"Where's your car?" he asked.

Haruno gestured toward the Porsche. "Right here!"

Once inside, as Yukima Azuma closed the door, he heard the click of the locks.

"Azuma-kun, why are you still so easy to fool?" Haruno teased from the driver's seat.

His eyes narrowed. If he were anyone else, he might have given into the urge to punch her in the face. He wouldn't feel any guilt—she deserved it.

But before he could act on his irritation, Haruno quickly shifted the topic.

"I came here to talk to you about Yukino," she said, her tone serious. "I was looking through some documents, and to my surprise, your name was in them."

Yukima Azuma's eyes flickered with suspicion. Haruno continued, "I thought it was just a coincidence, but after digging deeper, I realized it was you. The same Azuma-kun who once shared a bed with me… and now, look at you—developed this much."

Her nostalgic look caught him off guard, but Yukima Azuma's lips curled into a wry smile. She had a knack for stirring old memories, ones he'd rather forget.

Haruno's words reminded him of a time when he was struggling to make ends meet—when he first came back to Tokyo after his family's fall from grace. He remembered meeting Haruno again, this time at a high-end dinner where she, with nothing more than a smile and a clink of her glass, could weave an intricate social web.

But things hadn't stayed innocent for long. A slip of the drink, a quick detour to the bathroom, and before he knew it, Yukima Azuma had found himself embroiled in something far more complicated than he ever intended.

The night had been a blur. A desperate woman, a room with no personal belongings, and a moment that would leave a permanent mark on both of them. The next morning, he woke up to find evidence of what had transpired—and a hefty sum of yen on the bedside table.

He tried to track Haruno down, but she had erased her tracks, leaving nothing but questions.

Now, months later, she stood before him once again, with that same manipulative smile.

If Yukima Azuma had learned anything from their past, it was that Haruno's charm came at a heavy price. And he had no intention of paying it again.