Chapter 35
Haruto leaned in with his trademark shit-eating grin, practically bouncing in place with curiosity.
Yuki blinked, then glared. "Didn't we just establish my phone is six floors beneath hell right now?"
Haruto smacked his forehead, laughing. "Oh shit—right! My bad." He turned to Jun, elbowing him playfully. "Yo, back me up. I know you've got that class group chat with the perv gallery. Don't lie."
Jun rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Fine." He pulled his phone from his hoodie pocket, tapping in his passcode with a bored expression. Jun scrolled until he got to the Computer Science - 3rd Level Mayhem group chat.
He smirked to himself before clicking on a picture Yuki definitely didn't know had been posted there.
It was Miss Aiko Tanaka—caught mid-motion, bent forward slightly as she picked up a notebook from the edge of her desk. The tight V-neck crop top she wore clung to every curve. Her waist arched just enough to make any poor soul behind her lose their sanity.
The sunlight pouring through the classroom windows highlighted the soft sheen of her skin, her boobs fully exposed except for her nipples still in her bra. Jun tilted his phone to show Haruto.
"Sweet tits of Tokyo," Haruto exhaled, eyes wide. "I see why Yuki's head over heels. No wonder this boy's phone committed suicide. I'm already hard just lookin' at her—shit—I might actually turn straight for those boobs."
"Enough, dudes! I have better things to do," Yuki growled, dragging a hand down his face. "What did you say Kenji's address was?"
Haruto blinked like he'd just remembered they were on a mission. "Oh—right, right! Kenji's shop is on Tsukigahara Street, near the seventh light, ends right across from a ramen place that's always outta pork by noon. It's in Saitama, so you'll wanna catch the red line express—unless you like wasting your life on local trains."
Yuki pulled out a crumpled bus pass from his wallet, eyeing it like it might bite him.