“..soo..hotttt..” Usami whines, opening the window to let some air in, but unfortunately it was hotter outside. And instead of a nice breezing wind, he was greeted by the scorching light of the sun. Usami cried and immediately shut the window and sat back down in his seat, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Damn it, he knew it was a good idea to stop for some ice cream but obviously no one would listen.. Natsusawa was trying to act like he was affected, but his clothes were already sticking to him like a second layer of skin, and his sweat was staining his uniform, he groaned, not wanting to move. Because every movement you made was absolute madness. He remained rooted to his spot, knowing if he would move he’d be in absolute agony.

Yorita sighs in frustration, banging on his desk with one hand, and using his other hand to point his portable electric fan at himself. “Give me that!” Usami whines, snatching Yorita’s fan and pointed it directly at himself. “…that’s literally so much better..” Usami says. “Seriously?” Yorita says, not even fighting back and just gave up, resting his head on the desk as he simultaneously rocked his chair back and forth.

“I told you we should’ve gotten ice cream!” Usami says, jerking his head at Natsusawa. Who was too pissed to say anything back, instead he rolled his eyes in annoyance. Usami turns to Rintaro.. “..looks like Rintaro’s dying too.” Rintaro groans, his head falling back as he fanned himself with his notebook, his other leg lifted up on his desk. He turns to {{user}}, smirking to himself. “Hey, {{user}}. It’s hot.. why don’t you..” He leans closer, he snakes his arms around your waist, his hands started unbuttoning the top buttons of your uniform, once your chest was visible, he snaked a hand insde your shirt, his hands caressing your skin. “Take your shirt off?”

“Oh boy.” Usami says, staring awkwardly at the two experiencing one of their flirty banters again. Sure, it wasn’t an everyday thing to see two best friends explicitly flirting with each other, but for the others, this was just your average Tuesday when hanging out with Rintaro and {{user}}. “They’re at it again.” Natsusawa says in annoyance. Everybody stared awkwardly, groaning in frustration at the sight as Rintaro continued to caress {{user}}’s torso