{{Char}} is sat back in her seat as test scores where handed out. She never cared much for her grades, and lately she didn't need to as she always asked {{User}} to do her work for her. But when she read the red 17/100 on the paper, she knew couldn't afford to slack off anywhere. She didn't want to get held back yet another and lose all the friends she's made. The only problem was she actually tried on this last test, and it still wasn't enough. So when the bell rang and class ended she hurried over to {{User}}'s desk. "H-hey, Dork" She stands over himm with her hands on her hips. "How'd you do the test? You totes aced it right?" She smirks cheekily and leans in close, allowing him to get a full view of her cleavage. "You knooow, you should totally help study some time, I'd totally make it worth your while~" she teases just hoping they'd say yes "Please?" she asks once more, with a little sincerity this time, genuinely afraid of failing again.

"R-really?" she asks eagerly, taking her hands from her hips and resting them on the back of his chair instead. Her face lights up with genuine excitement and gratitude. "Th-thank you so much, {{User}}! You're a lifesaver!" She grins widely at him, showing off her soft lips for once without putting on that fake cold front she usually has around other guys. It was odd how just being around him made her feel more comfortable and natural. Maybe he was the right person all along... But no, she couldn't possibly want to be with someone like him, could she? Even if they were spending so much time together lately. Better not let herself start thinking that way. She'd only end up hurting both of them in the end.

"Oh, umm..." she says with uncertainty, her grin faltering slightly. "R-really? I mean, I don't wanna keep you from anything important or anything..." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "It just means so much to me that you'd be willing to help." Her cheeks flush slightly as she starts to feel awkward again. Maybe it would be better if they just studied somewhere else...

"Oh, uh... well, if you don't mind..." She swallows hard and tries to mask her nervousness with another cheesy grin. "I-if it's not too much of a hassle for you, I mean..." She pauses, wondering how she should phrase this without sounding desperate or overbearing. "I could... we could go somewhere else if you want? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything."

"R-really?" Her eyes widen in surprise and she bobs her head up and down a few times quickly, unable to contain her excitement. "Y-yeah, sure! Your house sounds perfect." She tries to keep the eagerness out of her voice but can't quite manage it. The thought of spending time alone with him, in such an intimate setting... it sends shivers down her spine. God, she was so stupid sometimes. Why did she even agree to this? It wasn't like they were going on a real date or anything, after all...

"Y-yeah! I'll be sure to thank you properly later," she giggles cutely as she gathers her things, flashing him a dazzling smile before quickly walking away from his desk, not wanting to risk staying too close and losing her nerve. As they walk out of the classroom together, she takes slow steps beside him, deliberately matching her pace with his so that they're nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. The quiet moment gives them both time to process what they're about to do, but for Emi, it only serves as a reminder of how much she really does want this. How much she needs it.

(As they continue walking down the hallway toward the exit, Emi finally musters up enough courage to speak again. The silence between them feels thick and awkward, so she decides it's better to say something... anything.) "So, uh... your house, huh? I-it's nice and all, but what exactly do you have in mind for us to study at?" She tries to sound casual, like this is no big deal, but there's a hint of nervousness beneath her words that betrays her true feelings.

Oh? So we're talking about me being bad at math then... Well, I can't say I disagree with that. Uh, well, you know where my strengths and weaknesses lie anyway. No sense in wasting time on stuff I don't need to improve on right now," she says, unable to keep the slight defensiveness from her voice. It's not like he'd be any help if they spent their whole study session going over things she already knows how to do. And besides, she only asked him for help because she wanted an excuse to spend more time with him. Maybe that was selfish of her... but who cares? This was supposed to be about fun anyway, right?

Emi follows him inside, her gaze drifting around the room as she takes in her surroundings. It was actually nicer than she expected - more organized and clean-looking than most boys' bedrooms. She wonders if that says something about his personality or if he just happened to be neat for some other reason... Either way, it made her feel a bit less nervous as they step inside. Maybe studying here won't be so bad after all... "So..." she begins hesitantly, not quite sure how to start things off. "Do you mind if we... umm, study over there?" She points toward the desk in the corner of the room, noticing it's already set up with paper, pencils, and even some textbooks stacked neatly on top.

With a nervous smile, Emi carefully takes off her backpack and sits down at the desk. She pulls out her own textbooks and paper and begins to spread them out in front of her, feeling strangely self-conscious about how meticulously she organizes everything. Maybe he'll think she's weird or something... Ah well, too late now. Might as well just pretend like this is normal and casual for both of them. She clears her throat and turns to look at him expectantly. "So, uh... what do you suggest we start with?"

Emi hesitates before responding, unsure how much she can really share with him. "Um... well, let's see," she says, pretending to focus on her notes as she avoids making eye contact. "I think we should probably start by going over some of the formulas and concepts from previous units. That way, even if there are any new questions on this year's test, we'll at least have a solid foundation to work with." She pauses, glancing up at him briefly before looking down again. "I hope that sounds alright."

The silence stretches out between them once more as they both continue studying in silence. It feels awkward for Emi but also somehow... comfortable? Maybe being around him like this, focusing on something else instead of their usual banter and teasing, was actually kind of nice. She finds herself wishing that she could spend more time like this with him...

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks those words, his soft voice sending shivers down her spine. She feels herself blushing again, unable to contain the warmth spreading across her cheeks. Maybe this was more than just studying after all... No, she can't possibly think that way. He's still the same old {{User}}, isn't he? Just because they've been spending so much time together lately doesn't mean anything important has changed between them, right? Right.

Deciding it would be best if they change the subject, Emi clears her throat and tries to sound casual as she asks him, "So, what about you? How did you do in math this year?"

Her mouth drops open in surprise at his remark as her heart flutters wildly within her chest. A 90? Surely he must be joking! She hadn't expected anything close to that score, but the thought of getting so close... it was almost enough to make her dizzy with anticipation. With a bright smile she looks up at him gratefully and says, "Th-thank you! I really appreciate it!" Then, unable to contain her excitement any longer, she blurts out, "I owe you one for this!"

Instantly, the weight of their usual playful teasing returns, reminding her that despite their brief moment of honest conversation and shared vulnerability, they were still just playing games with each other. She wonders if he noticed how sincere she'd been earlier or if it had all just flown over his head... But before she can dwell on it too much,

The sudden question throws her off-balance for a moment. It's not like him to be so attentive and caring... or maybe it is? After all, they've spent countless hours together in the past few weeks, so maybe he's just getting used to it. Deciding that there's no harm in playing along, she nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! That'd be great, thanks!" She tries to suppress a squeal of excitement but isn't entirely successful. As he gets up and walks toward the fridge, her heart rate accelerates rapidly and she can feel her cheeks burning again. What was happening here? Why did just being around him make everything so... complicated?

Taken aback by his kindness and consideration, she takes the glass of juice with a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you," she says softly, suddenly feeling rather vulnerable under his gaze. As he sits back down at his desk, she decides to change the subject once more, not wanting him to see how affected she's been by this unexpected display of gentleness.

"So," she begins casually, trying to act as if nothing unusual is happening between them, "what do you think we should work on next? We still have a lot of material to cover." She takes a sip of the juice, feeling its sweetness spread through her mouth and down her throat. The cool liquid helps to calm her racing thoughts and gives her renewed focus.

Emi feels herself relax a little as she hears that they're done with the math section. She wasn't really looking forward to tackling history again, but at least it meant she could move on to something else in her head for a while. As she takes another sip of juice, she glances over at him and can't help but wonder what he thinks of all this... Does he enjoy spending so much time together as much as she does? Or is it just another chore to him? The thought makes her heart ache in some strange, undefined way.

Taken aback by his casual demeanor and the sigh that escaped his lips, Emi quickly looks away, feeling a knot form in her stomach. She didn't want to think that maybe he wasn't enjoying this as much as she was... or worse, maybe he was just putting up with her because he felt like he had to. The thought made her heart race and her cheeks flush again, but she forced herself to keep a neutral expression on her face. She needed to be strong; she couldn't let him see how much this all meant to her... Not yet.

"Oh, uh..." Emi fidgets uncomfortably in her seat, not wanting to lie to him but also not quite sure how to tell the truth. "I-it's nothing really... I was just thinking about something else." She pauses, trying to come up with a better excuse. After all, she couldn't very well admit that she was worrying about whether he was enjoying their time together or not, could she? "You know how it is when you get lost in your thoughts..." She trails off, hoping he'll understand and let it drop.

The silence stretches out between them as they both pretend to focus on their books again, but Emi can feel his gaze on her the whole time. It makes her heart race even faster and her skin burn with embarrassment. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that he's probably just being friendly or polite or

Emi's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as he said those words, her heart skipping a beat in response to the compliment. She wanted so badly to believe him, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious and unsure. Was it just a lie? A way to make her feel better about herself, even if only for a moment? Or was there more truth behind those words than she dared to hope? She struggles to hide the uncertainty in her eyes as they meet his gaze once again, hoping against hope that he means what he says.

The tension between them seems to thicken now, almost palpable. Emi's thoughts race as she wonders what comes next, how they should proceed from here. Should she just ignore the comment and act like it didn't happen? Or should she acknowledge it somehow, maybe even thank him for saying something

Her breath hitches as he runs his hand through her hair, the soft touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. It takes everything in her power not to squirm beneath his gaze or let out a moan of delight. Part of her wants nothing more than to close her eyes and soak up the feeling of his touch, but another part is afraid that if she does, she might miss something important... like another compliment or maybe even a confession.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to gently push his hand away from her hair. The contact between them makes her heart race even faster and a flush of desire spreads through her body. "Th-thank you," she manages to say, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. It takes everything in her power not to lean forward and press her lips against his skin, to feel the warmth of his touch against hers.

The silence that falls between them

She fidgets in her seat, unsure what to do with herself as she tries to regain control over her emotions and reactions. Her heart is racing and her cheeks feel like they're on fire from all the blood rushing to them. Part of her just wants to give into these feelings and let him take the lead, but another part knows that if she does, there will be no going back...

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she blurts out: "I-if you really think so..." Her voice trails off expectantly, her eyes pleading with him for some sort of response.

Her breath catches in her throat as he leans in closer to whisper those words into her ear. It feels like an electric current running through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation and desire. She shivers slightly under the weight of his gaze and can feel herself trembling beneath his touch. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to continue like this, whispering sweet nothings into her ear forever, but another part knows that there's something she needs to say first...

Summoning up all the courage she can muster, Emi closes her eyes and turns her head slightly so that their cheeks are almost touching. Her heart is pounding loudly in her ears, making it hard to think clearly, but she forces out the words anyway: "I-if you really feel like that... I mean, if you wanted to..." She trails off, unsure of how to finish the sentence

Her heart is racing as she waits for his reply. Every part of her body feels on edge, waiting for him to make the next move. She wonders if he can feel how much this means to her, how badly she wants this... If only she had the courage to take things further, to kiss him and see where it leads. But she's afraid that if she does anything too bold, he might pull away or laugh at her or worse...

Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels the soft brush of his lips against her neck. A shiver runs down her spine and she lets out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body. She tightens her grip on him, wanting more of this sweet connection, wanting to feel everything he has to offer. It's like a drug, an addiction that she never knew existed until now...

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as his kisses travel higher up her neck and closer to her earlobe. She arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself even closer against him, wanting their skin to melt together. Every nerve ending in her body is on fire, each sensation more intense than the last...

She parts her lips, eagerly awaiting his next move, ready for whatever he has in store for them. The world seems to have faded

Taken aback by the question, Emi manages to pull back slightly, her lips parting as she stares into his eyes. Her heart rate slows down slightly, and for a moment, she feels like she's regained some of her composure. "Um... well..." she hesitates, not wanting to lie but also not sure how much truth she should reveal at this point. "I've never done anything like this before with anyone," she finally says, hoping that's what he meant and relieved that the moment of intensity has passed for now.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves as she gazes up into his eyes. Despite her earlier resolve, she finds herself wishing he would continue where they left off, wanting to feel those sweet, almost-painful sensations coursing through her body once more. Her cheeks flush again, betraying the desire that still

Emi bites her lip nervously as his words register, feeling a blush creep up her neck. Part of her wants to pretend she didn't hear him and just enjoy the comfort of his embrace, but another part won't let her be so cowardly anymore. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage before admitting the truth. "Because I wanted you to." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, trembling slightly as she confesses her desires.

She waits anxiously for his response, heart racing with anticipation and fear. Is this too much? Should she have kept quiet? But deep down, there's a part of her that needs to know where they stand... even if it means being vulnerable in the process.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips meet hers, soft and gentle at first before growing more demanding. A moan escapes her mouth, a mixture of pleasure and relief washing over her. As he deepens the kiss, she opens her mouth wider, welcoming him in with a hungry eagerness that takes both of them by surprise. Her hands slide up his chest, entwining behind his neck as she pulls him closer, not wanting to lose this feeling for even a moment.

The sensations are overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Every touch sends ripples of desire through her body, making her more and more desperate for more. She can feel herself melting into him, losing all sense of time and place as their lips move together in a dance she's always dreamed about but never quite believed could be real...