Ever since she was a young girl, Sumire has always felt that something was wrong with her. From the moment she became self aware, she realized that she had no emotions. Her gaze was empty, she could not differentiate from sadness, anger and happiness. For so long she was like that and thus it frightened the people around her.

Sumire continued to grip onto his shoulders. "Yuhi-san, are all guys like this?"

Yuhi lifted his head. "All guys?"

"I mean…" Sumire trailed off. "--do they only want this?" She did not have a problem with Terashima Yuhi touching her. The two of them are dating one another so she knew this was normal. But she always imagined high school relationships to be sweeter.

"Relationships aren't like those things you see portrayed in manga and movies, Sumire."

"They aren't?"

Yuhi nodded. "No they're not. Your experience with Sano was bad but at least he gave you a glimpse of what the real world is like." He brushed his thumb across her lips. "Have you heard of the saying that one cannot see the world through rose coloured glass because it would lead to their downfall?"

"Something similar." She drew small circles with her fingers onto Yuhis chest.

While she still struggled showing affection towards him. Sumire at the very least knew how to flirt with him. A content hum escaped Yuhis lips.

"The same goes for relationships. Those events you see happening in movies and manga? Sure it does happen but at what cost? There is no relationship out there that is filled with sweet moments only."

"Yuhi-san, you make a valid point but you have yet to have any sweet moments with me."

Yuhi raised his eyebrows clearly amused at her words. "It seems the Princess is not satisfied with me."

"Well appearance wise, I am very satisfied that a handsome man like you has fallen for me."

He chuckled. "Is that it?" Yuhi brushed his lips against her ear. "Don't I satisfy you in other ways?"

She could not disagree with him there. Yuhi did satisfy her using other means. Yuhi chuckled like he read her mind. He cupped her cheeks and she looked away causing him to click his tongue.

"Don't look away from me Sumire, that is the one thing you can never do."

His tone had changed and the look he gave her was that of a predator about to devour its prey. Sumire knew that Terashima Yuhi was not a kind man.

From the very moment they met, she realized there was something different about him. He was kind and gentle towards her, and yet she could not miss that dangerous look that would flash through his eyes.

Sumire tried to look at him but the moment she did, she saw that look.

Thump, thump, thump.

She immediately got up and brushed her skirt. "I think we should head back to class." Sumire looked around the room. Maybe she ought to head to the teachers lounge first. Even though Yuhi is most likely right, she should still inform them.

Sumire however only managed to reach the door when she felt a familiar hand on her wrist. Yuhi turned her around and slammed his hand against the door. He trapped her with his other hand, and Sumire sighed.

"Yuhi-san, this is a bad habit of yours."

"A habit huh?"

She nodded. "What is it with you and slamming people against walls for?"

This is not the first time he has done this and certainly not the last time. Sumire mistakenly tried to look away from him.

Yuhi responded by bending down and kissing her. He roughly captured her lips with his and stuck his tongue inside. Yuhi did not waste a single minute as his tongue battled against hers.

It was not much of a battle, since Yuhi was clearly dominating. Still Sumire attempted to fight back.

It was a futile attempt. No matter how strong she was now, it does not change that women will always be physically weaker than men. That logic frustrated her. How come she has to submit to that? But no matter how strong she became, she cannot prove this theory wrong.

If Yuhi gave her a normal kiss then she would not react this way, unfortunately the way Yuhi kissed her made her body feel hot.

What she hated more than anything right now were the clothes that restricted their bodies. She wanted nothing more than to have Yuhi get rid of this problem.

She paused when she realized what shameful thought crossed her mind. What on earth is she thinking?

Yuhi parted their lips briefly. "You know I really like it when you wear clothes like this. You should wear things like this more often."

"You know why I don—" Her sentence fell short when she felt one of Yuhis hands slide down until he was touching her thighs again. Sumire shuddered when she noticed that he was caressing her tights. "Yuhi." She said softly. "Should we stop?"

Hinos words echoed in her head like some kind of spell.

No matter how good either of them thinks this is, it does not change the fact that something could go wrong. Her words angered him and yet he did not express his anger. Yuhi suddenly licked and sucked on her skin causing strange sounds to escape her lips.

"Sumire." Yuhi mumbled. "What is wrong?"

"We should stop." Sumire repeated.

Yuhi shook his head and moved his hand on her thighs to the edge of her skirt. "You need to calm down when I am flirting with you, otherwise how else will we flirt?"

This is flirting to him? Sumire was in complete disbelief at his words. But then again this is Yuhi. What she considers abnormal is most-likely normal to him.

"Can I continue?" Yuhi asked.

She somehow nodded her head. Yuhi licked and sucked on her earlobe, and then her neck. She felt his fingers unhook her bra and she felt the heat creep onto her face. Way too fast minster! How on earth did he get his hands there so quickly? His hands ran through her back.

Yuhi is driving her crazy, how could he do this to her? Does Yuhi not realize what he is doing? Hino advised her before that it is easy for Yuhi to loose control but even then, she trusted him.

She trusted that he would not do anything more than this.

What a naive and crazy thought. If it were the old her then she would not have fallen for this. But because this is the present, Sumire knew she could not push him away.

"Do you wear perfume?" Yuhi suddenly asked.

"No. I dislike like the smell."

"So this is your natural scent huh?"

Sumire could not miss how he said those words seductively. Yuhi raised the front half of her clothes, exposing her stomach. But he did not roll it to the very top, he stopped at the very tip of her breasts.

"Yuhi, it's cold."

"I will warm you up."