🌸Cherry Blossom Palette🎨

🌸Chapter 5: Fading Veneer🎨

Written by EmtenDew

Edited by P. serrulata

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Author's note:

ED: At this point I think I should just call my editor a coauthor considering how much assistance he gives me. I don't know how he can run through one of these chapters in a few hours and send it back to me for reworking. Our goal is still to stay at least six weeks ahead of each release, and I hope to finish the actual writing sometime in October. I think we are on track but I'm not sure how long editing will take.

This will make four chapters spent on June 21. I know it took a while to get here but the next several chapters will see the timeline begin to advance. Setting up just took longer than I thought it would but I think the editing process is working. Please be patient.

This chapter goes in a direction I originally didn't plan when I first started but I like how it turned out. I think it's at least possible. Please bear with it if it seems a little crazy.

Also, Sakura's date, the boy Naoto took on in the judo tourney, has been given the name "Nobuo Takata". Takata Nobuo for the proper order.

Ask us anything and we'll add a Q&A section in the next chapter. I would be happy if you ask questions.

Please enjoy what I wrote.

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June 21, 2018

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Senpai-kun...

A bright light greeted Naoto Hachioji's sight, and he squinted.

Wha...?

It came again.

Senpai-kun!

He opened his eyes fully.

"Senpai-kun!" Sakura called. "Where are you?"

He sat bolt upright, remembering where he was.

"Senpai-kun," she repeated.

Turning his head, Naoto saw Sakura just peeking from behind the bathroom door, one eye regarding him through the haze of humidity snaking its way out.

He jumped up, "Oh, sorry!"

He'd forgotten to get her something to wear!

Back in his room, he rifled around in his closet and soon found what he needed.

Sweatpants with a drawstring... some t-shirt he was given at a school event... his favorite winter socks...

It wasn't long before Naoto was back outside the bathroom door, and he skirted against the wall, making every attempt to not see or appear like he was trying to see Sakura in a towel or her birthday suit.

Hell, maybe her bra and panties were already dry...

Steam continued seeping from the opening; the smell of his mother's favorite shampoo and bodywash came with it.

He held the clothing by the opening of the cracked door, "Uh... here..."

Blushing in spite of himself, he felt the pile of clothes leave his hands and heard a small "thanks" before the door was shut.

Before the door's lock even clicked, Naoto was already shy of the bathroom, his mind moving like a broken threshing machine.

Oh, geez, oh, geez, oh, geez, oh, shit...!