"Mikoshiba hadn't realized why his mouth had gone dry the first time he’d seen Mayu flip and pin an opponent to the mat in a single motion, but he'd gotten there eventually. The only thing better than watching Mayu fight was when Mayu spared some of that energy on him, pushing him flat against some surface with a sudden gleam in his eye."

Kashima wants to teach Sakura about the wonders of her body.

It began with something out of a badly written romance manga. Or, where Kashima jumps Hori after school.

Nozaki mistakenly thinks he's dating someone. And it gets worse.

Some things are just really difficult to draw.

"Nozaki, how are we supposed to have sex like this?!"

Despite the fact that Nozaki constantly insists that he’ll follow Ken-san to any department, they hadn’t quite figured that he meant it. That was mistake number one. Letting Nozaki-kun have free rein when it came to positioning them for his artwork, that was mistake number two.

“Mayu, please, Mayu – ” Mikoshiba’s mind feels heavy and slow, tiny whining whimpers punctuate the pauses in between his moans as he clutches Mayu’s shoulders in a vice grip. His jaw is unhinged and there’s a fair bit of drool dribbling out of his mouth, his cheeks are a bright red due to the fact that he can’t keep his mouth closed and embarrassing noises keep trickling out.

"Mikoshiba’s flushed all over his face, the blush bleeding down over the edge of collarbone Nozaki can see above the edge of the sailor uniform, but that’s not really the important part right now." Mikoshiba models an outfit for Nozaki, and they both get distracted.

Guess what it's about. Go ahead, guess.