This takes place during their school life.

As he was walking back to the dorm building with the ultimate therapist, Haru couldn't help but stare at him. To Haru, Jirou looked like both the most adorable and attractive person alive.

Jirou was talking about something, but Haru wasn't really paying attention, just listening to his sweet voice. At this point it was undeniable; Haru had a ginormous crush on the shorter silver haired boy.

Jirou stopped talking and gave Haru a concerned look. "Are you okay? It seems like something's on your mind."

Haru shrugged, "Well, that isn't wrong..." He suddenly stopped, so Jirou did too.

"Haru, is something-" Jirou was abruptly cut off by the other's lips pressing against his own.

Haru had wrapped an arm around Jirou's waist to pull him closer when he kissed back, and the director felt the silver haired boy melt into his embrace.

When the two separated, Jirou still appeared shocked, his face bright red. Haru slowly realized what he just did and started blushing immensely as well.

"H-Haru... I-I, um..." Jirou was at a loss for words, too flustered to even speak.

Haru let out a nervous laugh. "Ah, sorry, I-I shouldn't have come out of nowhere... I just wanted to do that for a while now, I guess."

"D-don't apologize... it was nice." Jirou muttered. "I... um... kinda wanted that for a bit too..."

Haru was a little surprised, and couldn't help but smile. "So, Jirou... wanna go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us?"

Jirou beamed up at him. "That sounds nice..."