After the long night, Nemuri woke up and felt that someone was on top of her.
She looked down and saw that she was hugging Maki's neck while he slept against her chest.
She smiled and gently stroked Maki's black hair.
Maki seemed to feel the touch on his head. With drowsy eyes, he realized he was still sleeping on Nemuri's soft, bouncy chest. He tried to move his head, but he heard a moan from a woman.
"Ahhh~"
He looked up and saw Nemuri's red face. That completely woke him up, and he said, "Look who's horny in the very morning."
Nemuri replied, "Look who's taking advantage of me."
Slowly, Maki pushed himself closer to meet Nemuri's face. They didn't need to wait for any permission. Their lips met, and they slowly tasted each other.
Nemuri moved her head back a little to take some air. Her face was still very red, and her mouth was so wet that even the light in the room shimmered against it.
Maki said, "You really taste good, honey."
Nemuri, breathing heavily, replied, "Oh—of course. I didn't let anyone just in and out of my mouth. It's still fresh and new."
Maki looked into her eyes and said, "That's good news. I thought you had some ex-boyfriends before, and they might reconcile with you later, and you'd go with them… and leave me."
Nemuri widened her eyes when she heard that, then laughed. "Hahahahaha! So that's what's been running through your oddball head."
"To tell you the truth," she continued, "I had some boyfriends back then, but never did I ever let them do what you did to me. I'm a preserved and pure woman who will only give my all to the man worthy of me. So don't think about such things."
Maki stared into her eyes and asked, "So… am I worthy of you?"
Nemuri smiled, tilted her head, and said, "What do you think?"
Maki saw how she smiled despite her playful tone and replied, "Then those exes of yours better not come back, or else I'll show them what a worthy man can do."
Nemuri was shocked by his response and teased him again. "Oh~ I see. My man is a possessive one. I hope he won't get jealous when I talk to other guys."
Maki didn't say a word. He moved his head to Nemuri's white neck and licked it with his tongue. While savoring her taste, he added softly, "I trust you."
Nemuri felt Maki's tongue leave sticky saliva along her neck, wetting her skin, and she smiled at his response. Well, look at you, she thought. I'm more worried about other girls taking advantage of you and falling in love with you.
But then she felt Maki's tongue moving down to her collarbone. Heat crept through her body, yet she didn't stop him.
Maki slowly cleaned Nemuri's neck and down to her collarbone, his tongue circling teasingly. His licking didn't stop for ten minutes.
Then, after their lovey-dovey moment, Maki got up and kissed Nemuri's forehead.
"I'll go make you breakfast," he said.
Nemuri smirked and replied, "Well, I suppose you're full after tasting my neck."
Maki turned around and let out a small laugh.
Nemuri stared at his retreating back, muttering, "What a dangerous guy." She smiled, then slowly got up and followed him to the kitchen.
After Maki prepared their breakfast and they finished eating, they both sat on the living room sofa. It was Sunday, so naturally Nemuri was free. She scrolled through her Hero-Net page, and the video of Maki was still rising in popularity.
She edited the caption and pasted the link to Maki's page.
After that, she opened her He-ssenger and saw many unread messages. She tapped on the U.A. Teachers chat group and saw many teachers asking her about the video—who the man playing was, and whether the man in the video was her husband or something.
After Nemuri told Present Mic that the instruments were for her man, Present Mic shouted the news across the faculty room and told Aizawa. But Aizawa wasn't the only one present that day.
Many teachers heard the shocking news. Outside, many people talked badly about Nemuri's reputation. But inside U.A., those who were close to her knew what kind of woman she was. She was a preserved woman, very picky when it came to choosing husband material or even just a boyfriend. She had very high standards.
For that woman to be with a man—and even spoil him—was a new discovery for them.
Later, they saw Nemuri's post on her feed. It was a video of a man with long black hair covering part of his face. They could make out his face shape. When he started singing, his deep voice gave a feeling of immersion and connection. It felt like a song meant for those willing to die for someone they truly loved.
The message was clear—very clear—which was why many people were deeply touched, some even crying as they listened.
That brought Nemuri back to her He-ssenger, where many teachers were asking who he was. Nemuri simply replied in the chat group:
"Fufufufu~"
She teased them all.
In Maki's corner, he watched the video Nemuri had sent to his phone. He shook his head and said, "I messed up the song—shaky voice, unfinished parts, unclear words."
"I don't think I'll post this as my first song. It has too many mistakes."
Maki set aside his phone and grabbed a stack of papers where he had written his favorite songs. Not wanting to pick and choose, he shuffled the papers, closed his eyes, and picked one at random.
He opened his eyes and read the title.
ONE DAY.
Maki smiled at the choice. He reread the sheet, checked everything carefully, and fixed what needed fixing.
After twenty minutes of preparing the settings, he sat down on the sofa. The background was plain gray, with lighting coming from a nearby window. Sunlight poured into the gray room, and Maki, with his long black hair, held his guitar.
Nemuri, who helped prepare the background, was amazed by the simple yet cozy feeling this time. She didn't hold the phone to record him; instead, she used a phone stand. She realized her hands shook too much when she held the phone herself.
Once the setup was finished, Maki coughed lightly and drank some water to refresh his throat.
AM N. NOT.