You are different from what I have imagined

Like Mizuto, when Mizore heard the familiar footsteps, she stopped playing and looked at her underclassman with a soft expression. 

"Senpai." 

"Um." 

Mizuto put down his bag near Mizore, then took one of the chairs from the nearby class before he pulled it near her, sitting next to her so naturally. "Have you finished your teacher-student meeting?" 

"Um." Mizore nodded. "How about you?" 

"Me too." 

Yet, even if they talked normally, it was impossible for them to forget what was happening before. When they were together, he answered the doubt within her heart firmly as he held her delicate shoulders and gazed into each other. 

His gaze was still vivid, and it was impossible to erase. When she thought about how he would move closer toward her and then give her proof that he wouldn't leave her, unfortunately, someone interrupted her. 

Yet, when she thought about that day, her body was on fire. It was aroused, and everything was a mess. 

Still, she didn't appear as innocent as she appeared to be. Being alone gave her time to research many things, including games and the internet. Moreover, as she had a cat, she sometimes helped to comfort her cat during the heat with a cotton bud. 

Mizore had never thought of this before, especially when the first person who entered her life was a female. However, as Mizuto entered her life, everything was rewritten, and she often imagined how it felt when her inside was plunged deep by his huge cock. 

Yes, she knew that she was perverted for doing so, but wasn't it he who made her like this?

So, after they almost kissed before, when she went home, she tried to use her finger to comfort herself. Her small finger touched the entrance of her crack, rubbing it softly. It was her first time, yet somehow, her useless experience of comforting a cat helped her, and her skillful fingers, due to her years of training in the oboe, helped her during the pleasure, giving her joy that she had never felt before. 

However, this wasn't enough. 

Him. 

Mizore wanted him. 

Even if she knew that Mizuto might have someone else inside his heart, she knew that he had an interest in her as a woman. 

Yet, with her quiet nature, how could she say those words openly?

'If only he'd take the initiative...' 

Nevertheless, as they sat next to each other, they didn't immediately start their conversation. As there was a teacher-parent-student meeting, there was no concert band club, but even so, whether it was Mizure or Mizuto, the two had decided to practice together since their time to hone their skill was limited. 

If Mizuto wanted to become the main member of the concert band club, he had to work harder. 

Mizore also wanted Mizuto to be one of the main members, but it wasn't because she wanted to play together. Instead, it was because it was his wish. As long as it was for him, she would do it since he gave her something that no one could give to her. 

"So, how is it?" 

"It's okay." 

Nevertheless, talking about the future wasn't something that Mizore liked to do, especially when she wasn't sure what she would do in the future. "How about you?" 

"I plan to enter Kyoto University." 

"Kyoto University? Can you?" Mizore looked at Mizuto in doubt. She knew that she was quite rude, but the image that she got from him was hardly an intellectual type who would work hard on his studies. Instead, he was a naughty underclassman who was slightly pervy. 

Yup, pervy. 

While Mizuto might hide it well, Mizore knew that he often peeked at her fine legs or the slight gap between her collars. Yet, even if she knew, she didn't hide them and pretended that she didn't notice anything. Sometimes, she even parted her legs wide, pulling her skirt further, which further showed the whiteness of her delicate hips. 

On the other hand, Mizore often saw the big bulge on his pants, and that was also the reason why she understood that he had a big cock, which made her curious as she wished to see it. 

This silent exchange where they were craving each other's bodies made her dull days more stimulating. 

Moreover, while Mizore didn't realize it, as her feelings aroused during their exchange, her play became even better. 

Yes, Mizore's play was perfect; it was without any mistakes, and it was like a machine. Yet, it was because it was like a machine that it lacked emotions. However, with him, that problem was solved since her heart was full of fascinating emotions. 

"I am not saying this because I want to flaunt, but I am the first rank in the entire grade, and it is impossible for all those behind me to take this position from me." 

His words were flat as if he had just expressed the fact, but there was no doubt that if Yume heard him, she would bite him hard! 

"Kyoto University..." 

Mizore murmured, thinking about her future, and felt like it wouldn't be bad of her to aim for Kyoto University. 

Or rather, the future where there was him, she felt that it was fine. 

"I also want to try to go to Kyoto University." 

"Really? Can you?" 

Watching his doubtful expression, Mizore pouted, feeling that he had underestimated her. "I'm not saying this to flaunt, but my grade is quite good." Like the majority of girls, she had nothing to do, so besides training with her oboe, playing with her cat, and playing games, she used most of her time to study. 

"Are you ranking first on the entire grade?" Mizuto asked curiously. 

"...." 

Mizore looked away, feeling even more annoyed. 

Mizuto chuckled and said, "I am not saying that it isn't good to aim for Kyoto University, but isn't it better for you to aim for the Kyoto City University of Arts?" 

"Kyoto City University of Arts?" Mizore looked at Mizuto with a doubt. "Why should I go there?" 

"The sound of your oboe is beautiful. While your talent might not be as good as mine, you are above many, Senpai." 

While Mizore was speechless by his words, she also had to admit that his talent in oboe was much better than her. As long as he continued to train, she could see that he would become better than her. 

If it was others, they might feel inferior and even try to work harder before the feeling they had toward him became jealous, hatred, and then, in the end, despair. 

However, Mizore wouldn't feel like that.

If there was a reason why she decided to study oboe, it was because she had nothing. Her grade might be good, but it wasn't the best. She might be beautiful, but she wasn't the most exceptional, especially when she was taciturn and hardly had any presence. Even if she was beautiful, many would mostly ignore her and take an interest in others. Moreover, she lacked confidence, thinking that she was inferior to the others. 

As for her oboe skills? 

Mizore had never thought this skill was special. Instead, it was just something that she did as she had nothing to do, yet there was no doubt this skill helped her, especially in connecting her with Mizuto, someone who she thought would never cross her path in her life. 

That was why she didn't want to lose him. 

She would do anything to get him. 

"Is my oboe good?" 

"Yeah." Mizuto nodded. "If you focus on it, I am sure that you can become a famous oboist. Or do you have something that you want to do in the future?" 

Mizore sat silent for a while and thought Mizuto wasn't wrong. She had no dream and had nothing in mind for the future except having him as a companion. 

Her hand, which lightly held the reed for the oboe, suddenly became loose, and the reed dropped to the ground. 

"Ah, I dropped my reed." 

"I will pick it for you." 

Mizuto crouched down to pick up her reed, which dropped in front of Mizore, but when he turned and was about to raise his body, he was dumbfounded when he saw Mizore open her legs wide, showing her the smoothness of her slender legs and the light blue and white striped panties on the delicate ass.

Everything was displayed clearly before his eyes. 

His eyes were wide open, watching the alluring scenery; he looked at it for a while before he looked up, staring at Mizore, who grabbed a handful of her blue hair, using it to cover half of her face, trying to hide her cute face that was covered in shy blush as she brushed her hair.

As their eyes met, Mizore looked at him bashfully and asked, "...if I become a musician, will we be together?"