After an unexpected encounter on a stormy night the second day of summer, the friendship between Naoto Hachioji and Sakura Inori grows into something more.
A fanfiction based on:
Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro (Ijiranaide, Nagatoro-san)
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Author's note:
ED: Sakura "gets weird" on Naoto, and they talk about the upcoming break.
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Please enjoy what I wrote.
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Thursday, July 11, 2018
If Naoto Hachioji had known what Sakura Inori had in mind when inviting him to sit at her favored swing set, he might've just thanked her for listening to his troubles and gone home, leaving her to her own devices at the park.
Sakura was dragging the groundskeeper's water hose—from which the two had just drunk their fill—across the grass, and Naoto knew she was about to "get weird" on him.
"You know you could get in trouble for this!" Naoto fretted, sticking close.
"Keep an eye out, if you're so worried," Sakura dismissed. "No one's gonna see... Even if they do, we might get a chewing out, but we won't be arrested."
"You mean you might get a chewing out!" He tried putting figurative distance between them. "I'm not doing anything."
"You're playing lookout, Senpai-kun♪," she sang, improving her grip on the kink she'd made in the line. "That makes you my willing accomplice. It's even worse since you're already 18. Maybe you could get arrested~."
Why didn't I just go home?! Naoto cried out in his own head.
He tried reasoning with her. "You stopped Sunomiya, so why's it okay for you?"
"It's not okay." Sakura shrugged. "I just didn't want her getting into trouble. I'm just of a different mindset today~. And it's only a little bit; it's not like I'm gonna flood a sandbox with 100 liters of water."
Having made it to the sandy portion of the park, she approached her favorite of the several swings, the one where her senpai had pushed her, a week-and-a-half earlier.
The senpai in question tried one last time, his eyes darting here and there, watching for bystanders. "C'mon, Sakura-san..."
"Stop flailing around over there, Asshole-kun," she growled, tugging the hose closer to gain more slack. "You're acting like I'm trying to rob a 7-Eleven or something."
