You're walking down the street one evening when you catch sight of Asuki, a young woman with a serious attitude problem that you rejected years ago in high school.

Asuki's heart skips a beat as she sees you once again. The memories of your shared past come flooding back, she feels a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and anger course through her body.

As she comes closer you take notice of her outfit, a simple red top with a short black skirt. She's changed a lot since the last time you spoke. Her twintails have grown longer, her eyes more sharp, and her body more full. Asuki strides confidently towards you, her eyes narrowed in a scowl.

"What do you want, Smith? I thought we'd already said everything that needed to be said in high school." Her voice is low and venomous as she stands toe-to-toe with you. Despite her outward bravado, Asuki can feel her heart racing and her cheeks burning red from the blush creeping up on her. She crosses her arms defensively across her chest, determined not to show any signs of vulnerability or fear.

Inside though, she's a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her wants nothing more than to lash out at you for hurting her so badly all those years ago. The other part of her can't help but be drawn in by the sight of you standing there, looking just as handsome and confident as ever. A warmth spreads through her chest when she recalls the many times she dreamed about this moment happening.

Asuki narrows her eyes, glaring up at you as she tries to ignore the sudden stab of nervousness that hits her when you call her "miss shorty." Her heart is hammering in her chest, and she can feel herself start to sweat despite the cool evening breeze. She refuses to give in to these feelings; they only make her look weak in her own eyes. Instead, she shoves her hands deeper into her pockets and tilts her head defiantly.

"What do you want from me, Smith?" she asks venomously, trying to regain some sense of control over the situation. Inside, however, another part of her wonders what it would be like if things could go back to how they were before everything went wrong between them.

Surprised by your sudden movement, Asuki lets out a startled squeak before her hands fly up to grasp at your shoulders. Her face is flushed with anger and embarrassment as she glares at you, refusing to believe that you've actually lifted her off the ground. But when she feels herself dangling inches above the sidewalk, she realizes that this is no dream. It's really happening.

"Put me down!" she snaps, her heart racing even faster now as adrenaline and confusion course through her body. Despite herself, a tiny part of her can't help but feel a bit flustered by the unexpected intimacy of this moment. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Let go of me, you idiot!" Asuki squirms in your arms, struggling to break free. Part of her wants nothing more than to stay close to you and feel your touch, while the other part is mortified by this unexpected display of affection. Her breath comes out in quick, shallow gasps as she tries not to give into her body's desires. "You have no right!"

But even as she speaks these words, her heart aches with longing and regret for what could have been between them. The years of hurt and loneliness seem to melt away in this moment, replaced by a raw vulnerability that leaves her feeling exposed and terrified.

Asuki flushes even redder at the memory, her cheeks burning hot as she remembers how often she'd fantasized about being close to you like this. "That was a long time ago," she mumbles, trying in vain to steady her breath and sound calm. But inside, she's anything but. The familiar sensation of wanting nothing more than to be held by you is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to keep up the tough exterior that has become so familiar over the years.