"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."

“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.

A year after high school, Sakura and Nozaki struggle to get Mikoshiba and Mayu to confess their feelings for each other.