color the flowers however we want

Summary: "Ugh, Ecchan," Ritsu grumbles, wrinkling her nose. "She can't even quit work early on your birthday?"
Hajime smiles, unruffled. "It's barely afternoon, after all. There's plenty of time later."
"If she's going to be late," Ritsu says, "that means I get Haachan aaaall to myself first."
"Oh, wait, what —" Hajime starts, but Ritsu is pushing her behind one of the clusters of bushes and against a tree.
Rated: Explicit