Yosuke’s eyes widen when she grabs the collar of his disheveled jacket and presses her lips onto his — again. He thanks whoever wanted to listen for the fact that he is sitting down, as he senses his knees going weak under her weight. Straddled onto his lap, her gaze pierces a hole straight through his drowsy skull. Her flushing skin grazes his and he heels a thousand volts running down his spine. She kisses him again, and again and again. Sometimes, he kisses her too, running his clammy fingers through her hair as he luxuriates in her smell—oh God no that’s weird, man, what the fuck?

Yosuke: Eh… Y-You’re sure you’re not just doing this to shut me up, right?

Koharu: (she smiles) Shut up.

Clutching his face into her hands — oh God she’s so sweaty that’s kinda hot — she kisses him again. It’s sloppy enough for him to know she’s never done this before, and is hell-bent on catching up. After what feels like an eternity, she severs their connection, resting her head on his shoulder.

Koharu: You’re… not complaining?

Yosuke: W-What? No, I’m great! Fine! Perfect, even! Ten out of ten! Eleven, even. Twelve. It’s just—

Koharu: I’m kissing you because I want to. (she gazes into his eyes again) I really, really want to.

Yosuke: You, eh, do seem to know what you’re doing.

Koharu: I don’t know what I’m doing. (she brings her face closer to his, close enough for her to bite his neck if she wants to. Not that he wants her to. He thinks.) That’s why I’m doing it.

The temperature in the clubroom rises by about a million degrees as her lips tease his neck and holy shit man does she even realize what she’s doing he still has to get home after this or maybe he doesn’t and she invites him over to her place and no no no nope come on man they’re only sixteen and wait a second did they forget to lock the door?

Silence.

Niko: …

The queen bee is standing in the doorway. She looks at him. He looks at her. Koharu looks at him. She looks at Koharu. He looks at Koharu. Koharu looks at her. Her eyes say nothing. Niko’s, on the other hand, say everything. Why did it have to be her?

Niko: … What in the ever-loving f—

Koharu: Jealous?

Niko: W-What?! No! Gross! Ew!

Koharu: Suit yourself. (she leans back in to continue where they left off)

Niko: D-Don’t continue when I’m standing right here! For crying out loud, Shirahara, keep it in your pants! Geez Louise!

Yosuke: (he clears his throat) S-Sorry you had to, uh, see that, senpai. I really thought I’d locked the door.

Niko: Zip it, pervert. The hell’ve you been putting into this poor girl’s head? You know damn well her kinda people don’t know anything ab—

Koharu: You’re not finishing that sentence. (she moves to open a window, seemingly just to give herself a reason to get off of Yosuke’s lap)

Hanako: (Hanako is fashionably late, as usual, and blinks in seemingly perfect ignorance to the scene she missed by mere moments) …Um. Hello.

Niko: HANAKO THEY WERE MAKING OUT I SAW THEM THEY WERE ALL OVER EACH OTHER

Hanako: (Visibly recoiling, but more from Niko’s sudden volume rather than what was said) …Okay?

Niko: What do you mean, “okay”?

Hanako: …It seems to me that you’re trying to tell me that Koharu and Yosuke are finally officially together?

Yosuke: W-What do you mean, “finally”?

Koharu: What do you mean, “officially”?

Hanako: Ah, um, well… it’s just, it seemed like the obvious outcome for you two, that’s all.

Niko: … Obvious? How is it that I of all people didn’t think this was obvious at all?

Shinju: (She approaches from down the hall, taking a second to survey everyone assembled outside, and Yosuke and Koharu inside) Uh, so it happened, huh? And you used the clubroom for it? 

Niko: W-Why are you making it sound dirty?

Koharu: You’re the one who thinks it’s dirty.

Yosuke: (he mumbles) … It was kinda dirty…

Hanako: (Shuffling somewhat uncomfortably) … I-I think, perhaps, I’m better off without the specific details…

Niko: Eh… (she gestures dismissively) I guess it’s something we all get up to at some point. Just didn’t think Shirahara would be the first of us to do so… (she clears her throat) N-Not that Shinju and I couldn’t do it if we wanted to…

Shinju: Um…

Hanako: … Not all of us—

Seia: (She arrives at the clubroom, stopping outside when she hears everyone gathered) Oh. What are we all standing outside for? 

Yosuke: N-No reason!

Niko: (she grins) We’re teaching Hanako about the birds and the bees. Then again, I guess you’re single too, so~

Hanako: H… Hey—

Seia: For as long as I keep putting off my admirers… did you manage to seal the deal, Nishioka-san?

Yosuke: (he blushes) Ah, eh, well, yeah… Y’know…

Koharu: (she turns to Hanako, her expression impossible to read) Are we making you uncomfortable… Hanako?

Hanako: Not… inherently. I mean, the… implications of what might have gone on isn’t the most comforting thought, but… um, mostly this is just an area in which I cannot really feel much of anything. I-I am happy for you though, Koharu! Being asexual, I can at least be happy for you.

Koharu: Hmm. Can relate to the apathy — regarding different topics, at least.

Yosuke: D-Don’t assume too many implications, though…

Niko: Eh, don’t worry, girl. I’m sure you’ll get to experience the springtime of youth too, eventually!

Hanako: Ah, um… I think you missed my meaning. I’m not looking for this supposed springtime. I am… at peace without it.

Niko: Yikes. Aren’t you a bit young to be this much of a doomer?

Hanako: It’s… it’s not doom and gloom, though. It’s how I am living. I’m fine without romance, really!

Niko: Maybe you just haven’t found the right person yet!

Hanako: Y… You aren’t getting it. There is no “right person” for me. I’m not attracted to anyone, of any gender.

Niko: That’s just— H-How can you even know that?

Shinju: N-now, Niko, that’s just what it means to be asexual. We can Kazoo it later, alright? 

Hanako: (She gives Shinju a relieved, grateful look) Y-Yes, please, look it up online.

Niko: (she mutters to herself, more puzzled than anything) But… you can’t be happy with that, right?

Koharu: … (she glares at Niko, who doesn’t notice)

Yosuke: … So, hey… What about those murders, huh?