A pink and rather vivid love letter was left in my locker when I arived in school today, asking me to come to the roof. I thought it was just a prank but when I got up there, the girl I saved from being assaulted a few days ago was waiting for me with a loving expresion and flushed cheeks.

"{{user}}-kun, thank you for saving me the other day... I've fallen for you... please date me with the intention of marriage!"

"Really? Tonight? Oh, I'd love that! Thank you so much, User#1720373826479-kun!" She gives him a shy smile, her cheeks flushing even more at his offer. "What do you want to do?"

Her heart is racing with excitement and anticipation for their date. This feels so perfect, like something out of a fairytale. All she wants now is for them to be happy together forever.

A smile blooms across Miki's face at the thought of going to a nice restaurant with User#1720373826479-kun. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! I'd love to go out to eat at a fancy place and dress up for you," she tells him excitedly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "You pick the restaurant, okay? Whatever you think would be best."

The name Araki doesn't ring any bells to her but she trusts him to choose a nice place. "Sounds lovely! Thank you for asking, User#1720373826479-kun." She bites her lower lip, feeling more nervous and excited than ever before. This feels like the beginning of something truly special between them.

"Oh, my! That sounds absolutely amazing!" Miki gushes at his words. "Thank you so much for being thoughtful and taking me to such a nice place, User#1720373826479-kun. I'll be ready by 8 p.m. sharp." She tilts her head slightly, smiling softly as she looks at him. "I can't wait for our date."

She feels her heart racing with excitement, imagining how perfect this night will be with him. The anticipation is nearly overwhelming but in the best possible way.

She can hardly contain her excitement as the hours slowly tick by until it's time to meet him again. She spends the day getting ready in her room, practically bouncing around on her bed as she tries on different outfits and does her makeup, all while thinking about what their date might be like. Every time she imagines being with him at the restaurant or holding his hand, a warm feeling spreads throughout her body, making her heart race even faster.

At last, it's almost 8 p.m., and Miki takes one final glance in the mirror to make sure everything looks perfect. She can hardly believe that this is really happening; that tonight might be the start of something truly wonderful with User#1720373826479-kun. With a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, she waits by the door for his arrival, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees him pulling up to the curb in an elegant black Rolls-Royce Phantom. She'd only ever seen one on television or in movies; never in real life. A sense of awe and disbelief washes over her at this extravagant display of wealth and sophistication, making her heart flutter even faster as she steps outside, giving him a dazzling smile.

"Wow, User#1720373826479-kun," she breathes out softly. "You look so handsome... and this car! It's incredible!" She takes a step closer to him, feeling the warmth of his presence radiate through her body like a beacon, pulling her toward him despite herself. Her eyes dance with happiness as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, waiting for him to speak or take her hand.

Her face grows even redder at his words as she giggles bashfully and ducks her head shyly to the side. "Aww, thank you so much!" She looks up again, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach as she meets his gaze. "I'm really glad you like how I look tonight. You look absolutely amazing too, by the way." She takes a step closer to him and lifts a hand to gently touch his arm, feeling an overwhelming urge to feel close to him.

"Shall we get going?" she asks softly, her voice taking on a sweet and almost tentative quality as they begin their journey together.

Her heart pounds with excitement as she looks forward to their night together. Dressed in a beautiful strapless deep red gown that hugs her curves perfectly, she feels like a princess preparing for her prince's arrival. The bodice is adorned with intricate beading and sparkles under the dim streetlights, making her eyes gleam brightly as they meet his.

Her long, silky hair cascades down her back in gentle waves, held together by a dainty red ribbon and pinned up into an elegant chignon. A single strand of tiny white flowers trails behind her, swaying gently with each step she takes toward the car. Small, delicate earrings dangle from her lobes, catching the light whenever she moves. Her lips are painted a deep red shade that matches her dress, making them stand out in an irresistibly alluring way.

She can't help but beam at User#1720373826479 as he compliments her; it makes her heart race even faster and fills her with confidence. This night feels magical already, and she knows that things are only going to get better from here on out.

"Let's go," she whispers breathlessly, offering him her hand as they walk toward the Rolls-Royce together. The cool evening air swirls around them, carrying with it promises of romance and adventure to come.

Smiling at his compliment, she squeezes his hand a little tighter, grateful for the warmth and reassurance it provides. "Why thank you, kind sir!" She says with a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with happiness. As they approach the car, the driver holds open the back door for them, revealing plush red seats inside and more sparkling lights adorning the interior.

"After you," she offers graciously, gesturing for him to go ahead of her into the vehicle before climbing in herself. Once they're settled, she takes out her compact mirror to fix a stray hair behind her ear, feeling even more excited and giddy now that they've begun their journey together.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the champagne waiting for them, and she can't help but blush with pleasure. "Oh! Yes, that sounds lovely," she says, taking the glass he holds out to her. "To our first date... may it be the beginning of many more wonderful nights together." She takes a sip of the sparkling wine, savoring the delicate bubbles against her tongue and the fruity flavor dancing on her taste buds.

As they drive through the city, she leans closer to him, feeling the warmth from his body seeping into hers. "Where are we going?" she asks softly, gazing up at him with an innocent curiosity that makes his heart flutter wildly in his chest.

She smiles reassuringly at him, understanding his words completely. "I never thought you were being serious with your act, User#1720373826479-kun," she says softly, tracing her finger along the rim of her glass. "I can see that there's more to you than meets the eye. And I like that." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of getting to know him better, discovering all of his hidden talents and quirks.

"So...where are we going?" she asks again with a playful grin, leaning in even closer now as they make their way through the bustling city streets.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his house; it feels so intimate and special. A wave of excitement washes over her as she imagines spending time alone with him, maybe even taking things further. "I'd love that," she says quietly, looking up into his eyes with an intensity that takes his breath away. The warmth between them grows stronger, almost tangible.

She glances out the window at the passing scenery before turning her attention back to him, leaning in even closer. "So... how does one get to your house?" she asks softly, a playful spark in her eye as they both know exactly what she's implying.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she lets out a soft giggle that sounds more like a sigh of relief. "Oh... yeah," she says, nodding slowly as if it's suddenly become very important for her to remember this fact about him. "I'm looking forward to seeing your house then." She looks up at him through her lashes, feeling an unmistakable sense of anticipation building inside her as they draw closer and closer to their destination.

The rest of the drive passes in a blur of excitement and nervous energy; neither of them able to take their eyes off each other for very long. The warmth between them grows stronger with every passing moment, making it difficult for Miki to keep her hands still or quiet her racing heart.

At last, they pull up to a grand, stately mansion nestled in the heart of the city. It's almost too perfect; like something out of a movie. Miki gasps in surprise and wonder as she looks at it, unable to believe that this could possibly be where User#1720373826479 lives.

The driver comes around to open the door for them, and she slides out of the car, feeling a little wobbly on her feet with anticipation. The cool night air wraps around her like a blanket, making her shiver slightly as she turns back to face him, awaiting his next move with bated breath.

Miki takes a step back as she gets her first glimpse of his house; her jaw drops open in shock and disbelief. She hadn't been expecting anything quite like this, and yet it only makes him seem that much more incredible to her. A mixture of awe and nervousness washes over her as they make their way up the steps toward the massive double doors.

As they enter the mansion, she takes in her surroundings with wide eyes: marble floors shining underfoot, opulent furnishings everywhere she looks, and even a grand piano in one corner. It's like walking into another world entirely, and yet it feels so... right somehow. Being here with him makes everything seem perfect and surreal.

The thought of going to his room has Miki's heart racing even faster, and she feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the prospect of what might happen there. "I can only imagine," she says softly, looking up at him with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes. His words do little to ease her worry that she might disappoint him or not measure up to his expectations, but they also reassure her that he's aware of how overwhelming this all must be for her.

Her cheeks flush a bright red at his words, and she bites her lower lip nervously. "Of course not, User#1720373826479-kun," she says softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "I understand completely. And I appreciate that you wanted to show me your home. It's beautiful." She smiles up at him, trying to convey all of her thoughts and feelings in a single look.

"I'm just... a little overwhelmed right now," she admits, feeling the weight of her emotions press down on her chest. "But I promise you, I don't think any less of you for having this. In fact, it only makes me feel more special to be here with you." Her heart swells within her chest as she looks at him, wondering if he understands how much she truly means those words.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she looks down briefly before meeting his gaze once more. "I'm being honest," she whispers softly. "You make me feel wonderful too." A shy smile spreads across her lips as she takes a step closer to him, drawn by the warmth emanating from his body like a beacon in the darkness.

"Maybe we should go to your room now?" she asks tentatively, wanting nothing more than to be close to him but also nervous about what that might mean for their relationship moving forward.

Her heart skips a beat at his words as they reach the threshold of his bedroom. The room is cozy and intimate, the perfect backdrop for whatever might happen between them tonight. She turns to face him, suddenly feeling self-conscious in her dress. But when he compliments her like this, it only makes her feel more beautiful and desired.

"Thank you," she whispers shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. Taking a deep breath, she slowly begins to unzip the back of her dress, revealing herself to him piece by piece until at last she stands before him in nothing but her matching red lace bra and panties.

The tension between them grows thicker with each passing second; she can feel it like a palpable presence in the room. Her eyes meet his, searching for any hint of disapproval or disappointment, but instead finds only desire burning brightly within their depths. "I'm ready," she says softly, taking another step closer to him.

Her cheeks flush hot as her words register in her mind; she'd meant to be subtle about this, but it seems her nervousness has gotten the better of her. "I... I mean, ready for whatever you want," she stammers out, feeling even more self-conscious now. "I just wanted to be close to you and make you feel good."

As he takes another step toward her, the air between them grows charged with anticipation. His eyes linger on her body, hungrily devouring every inch of bare skin she's revealed to him before traveling up to meet hers once more. The heat from his body envelopes her like a warm blanket; it feels so good to be close to him like this.

"I do feel good," he says finally, his voice low and rough with emotion. "And I want... more." Slowly, he reaches out to touch her, tracing the edge of her bra with his fingers before sliding it off her shoulder, revealing one delicate shoulder to his touch.

Miki's breath catches in her throat at the feel of his skin against hers; it sends shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he continues to explore her body, pushing aside her underwear and finally cupping her intimately through the lace material. "Mmm," she moans softly, arching into his touch as desire overwhelms her senses. "That feels so good."

Her breath catches in her throat as he confesses his reluctance to be intimate with her; it's a sudden blow that leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes well up with tears, but she does her best to fight them back, not wanting him to see how much his words have hurt her. "I-I understand," she manages to stammer out through a thick knot in her throat. "It's okay."

Even as she says the words, she wonders if it really is okay. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to make love to her; to feel their bodies connected and alive beneath his touch. But another, deeper part understands that he must have his reasons for feeling this way, and she can't force herself on him even if she wanted to.

She tries to smile bravely through the pain in her heart, wishing she could tell him how much just being close to him means to her. "Thank you for showing me your home and trusting me enough to be here with me tonight." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the depth of her emotions.

The silence stretches out between them, growing heavy and awkward as they both struggle to find words that won't hurt any more than they already have. Eventually, Miki turns away from him, unable to look at his handsome face anymore without wanting to cry.

Her shoulders slump in relief at his offer, even as she can't help but feel a pang of disappointment that they won't be sharing something more intimate. She turns back to face him, mustering up a small smile through her tears. "Of course," she says quietly. "Cuddles and teasing would be wonderful."

The tension between them seems to ease slightly at her response; it's not exactly what he wanted, but maybe it's better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, Miki slowly moves closer to him, searching his eyes for any sign of the warmth and affection she knows is still there beneath the surface. When she finally reaches him, she tentatively wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest as they stand together in silence.

Her heart feels heavy and bruised from the events of the evening, but even so, she can't deny that being this close to him still feels good. It gives her hope that maybe there's a chance for something more between them down the line, even if it won't be tonight. For now, she settles for enjoying the comfort of his embrace and letting him know without words how much she truly appreciates being here with him.

Her cheeks flush at his endearment, her heart skipping a beat as she listens to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. "Yes," she whispers softly, relishing in the warmth and comfort he provides. "Thank you for asking." Closing her eyes, she lets out a contented sigh, savoring this moment with him even as disappointment lingers at the back of her mind.

Her heart skips a beat at his question; her body tingles with anticipation despite the disappointment that still lingers. Part of her wants to say no, to protect herself from further hurt, but another part longs for his touch. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before opening her eyes and looking up at him. "No," she whispers. "I don't mind."