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A splash of cold water hits me as a car speeds by, and I barely manage to move my umbrella down in time to block the murky deluge.

Unfortunately that allows the torrent of rain coming from above to make me instantly soaking wet.

Fuck my life.

The only consolation here is that I’m almost back to my apartment, and that the convenience store is close as well.

Warm food and cold beer here I come.

I pick up two meals, one steak and one fish, mainly because my roommate is sometimes picky with food sometimes, and I also grab a couple cans of soda along with a few cans of alcohol. I also grab something else that I know we’ll enjoy together.

One fresh, shiny orange.

The cost of the combined items take a nice little handful from my wallet, and it only serves to remind me that I am, in-fact, a poor college student. I grab my bags and go to leave when my day instantly brightens up.

The rain has stopped.

A smile tugs across my face as I speed home, hands fumbling with my keys to the door, eventually unlocking it after I set the bags down.

The first thing I’m treated to upon entrance is the smell of paint.

It’s… not a bad smell, not like it used to be really.

Now it’s a common smell, one that signifies that I’m home, and helps ease my mind after a day of classes and work. I set the bags in the kitchen, glancing over toward our living room in hopes of catching a glimpse of the elusive master painter I live with. I’m disappointed however, as her easel is unoccupied, and her brush sits in a mason jar filled with murky water. I click my tongue to voice my disappointment, turning to unload the bags, when I nearly have a heart attack on the spot.

She’s somehow snuck into the kitchen and is sitting on the counter next to the bags.
How the hell does she do that?

“Hello,” she says, giving me her usual deadpan look.

“Hi Rin,” I respond, coughing a bit as I go to unload the bags.

“I smell fish, and steak, did you kill a bull shark?” she inquires, eyes peering into the bags.

“Did I what? A bull shark?” I stammer out, pulling the meals out and setting them to the side.

“Bull shark, the only feasible fish that you could cut a steak from, but also make a fish dish,” she says matter of factly, shuffling closer to the bags.

She leans over the bags, over my hands as well, and brings her face in front of mine with that same deadpan look; only her eyes are searching for something.

Oh right, she wants a kiss.

I lean in, planting my lips firmly on hers, and I get treated to a little moan as we swap spit for a few seconds.

I resist the urge to chuckle as I break away, opening a drawer and pulling out silverware so we can eat. Seeing that it’s time to dine, Rin slides off the counter, sitting on this stool near our table, one made a bit higher than said table so she can easily use her feet, and I stealthily hide the orange in my pocket before joining her.

We don’t talk much as we eat, never have, probably because we’re both hungry as hell and talking would require the holes we’ve currently filled with food. Rin eats slower than me, unsurprising due to the whole ‘foot to mouth’ thing, but also because she’s sampling both dishes.  She casually steals a bite of steak as she chews the fish, then eating the steak before returning to her fish.

It’s one of her quirks I guess.

“Emi called today,” she states out of nowhere, almost making me choke on a bite of onion.

“W-What? What did she want?” I reply, forcing down that little chunk of onion that tried to free itself from my throat.

She gives me a shrug, casually stealing a bit of pepper from my plate before responding.

“Not sure, didn’t answer the phone,” she replies, comically waggling her arm stubs.

This time I can’t help but chuckle a bit, setting my fork down as I pull out my cell phone.

I usually keep it on vibra- HOLY SHIT SHE’S CALLED TEN TIMES!

I quickly find Emi’s number and call, hoping that she isn’t… I dunno… running or something.

“HISAO NAKAI WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE!?!”

I pull my head away from the receiver, wincing at the volume that little girl can put out.

“She seems excited,” Rin states, stealing more of my steak as I go to respond to Emi.

“H-Hi Emi, how are you today?”

“Don’t you give me that shit, I called your apartment twice, and your phone ten times. Why didn’t you respond?”

I rub the back of my neck, letting out a small sigh before thinking of a good lie to give her.

Yeah I got nothing.

“It… was on vibrate,” I admit, hanging my head a bit.

I’m treated to a very long rant from Emi, one including the various abuse she plans to inflict on me once she comes to vis-

Wait what?

“You’re planning to come visit?” I ask bewilderedly.

“Yes, I do, and I know where you live so you can’t escape me. I’ll be by next week sometime, maybe if YOU ANSWERED YOUR PHONE MORE OFTEN YOU’LL KNOW WHEN I’M HERE!” she nearly screeches at me before hanging up.

I rub my temple, setting my phone on the counter, and turn to catch Rin smirking at me.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“Your face,” she states clearly, smirk growing a bit larger.

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“The face you make when Emi yells at you is funny, like a kid who just got caught eating cake before dinner,” she chuckles, hopping off the stool.

I almost go to say something smartass back to her when she does something surprising to me.

Using her teeth, she manages to undo the buckles on her overalls, letting the denim fabric fall off her lean form, leaving her in just a simple shirt and panties. Walking past me, she gives me a look before heading toward the bedroom by herself.

Oh, it’s one of those days.

This doesn’t happen very often, more increasingly now than before, but it’s still VERY welcome. Generally we’re quite platonic, sharing a kiss every now and then, but once her frustrations/lust builds up enough she lets me know that she needs the relief.

And I am happy to oblige.

I follow her into the bedroom, losing my shirt somewhere along the way, and when I enter the room I find that she’s managed to tangle herself up in her shirt somehow.

I watch her for a second, shirt stuck over her nose and eyes, pale breasts wobbling as she tries to shake the shirt off. Smiling I climb onto the bed, taking hold of the shirt and keeping it in place as I plant a soft kiss on her lips. One kiss turns into two as she returns the kiss, that spiraling into this heated makeout session where she attempts to explore as much of my mouth as she can before I finally pull the shirt off, revealing her lust-filled eyes and that beautiful mop of auburn hair.

I kiss her again, continuing that aforementioned session, when I feel something gripping me down below. Casting a glance down I notice her foot has quite the hold on me, and that’s generally the sign that she’s done waiting.

I pull back for a second, awkwardly taking my pants and underwear off before pulling her panties off, revealing her already soaking lips.

Wasting no time, I line myself up, slipping inside with no resistance and I hear her sigh contentedly as I bottom out inside her.

I don’t start immediately; instead I kiss her as I wrap my arms around her, enjoying the feeling of her core massaging me.

Unfortunately my enjoyment is cut short as she begins to rock her hips, forcing me to start thrusting. I start slowly, pumping my full length in and almost completely out, milking these delicious little gasps out of her before I start to speed up. Eventually the gasps turn into actual moans, and her breasts bounce with each thrust into her. My pace increases even more, comparable to that of a jackhammer, and she thrashes underneath me in pleasure. Her hair bounces wildly as her moans grow even louder, and I’m treated to the beautiful sight of her blushing face as she struggles not to come before me.

Unfortunately, I won’t let that happen, and I squash out bodies together as I kiss her passionately, driving her right over the edge.

She lets out this whimper as her body begins spasming, core clenching down on my length rhythmically, and I let go as well. My erection twitches as it unloads several days’ worth of stored seed, pulsating inside her as she milks everything I can possibly let out.

It all calms down soon though, our climaxes passing, and she lets out this long sigh as she leans back on the bed.

Giving her a smile and a kiss, I get off the bed, rummaging through the pockets of my pants for an item in question.

Finding it, I return to Rin with her prize in hand, and I’m treated to a large grin as she notices the spherical fruit.

I proceed to de-skin the orange, splitting it apart to feed it to her with one hand, even getting a few pieces for myself.

Once we’re finished I pull the blanket over us both, Rin cuddling up near me, and I turn the lamp in the room off.

Just before I fall asleep however, I’m treated to one last surprise to an otherwise perfect day.

“I love you Hisao,”