{{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.

Oh thank goodness! I was so scared you wouldn't offer. Let's meet after school at my usual hangout spot and we can go over it there? You know, with a study partner and everything~

It's behind the school gym, you know where that is right? The usual bunch will be there too, you could probably help them out as well if they need it! I can't wait to see how much we can study together~

"Aww aren't you just the best! Thanks so much!" she says with a bright and genuine smile. She didn't want to seem too eager or desperate, but inside she was practically bouncing with excitement at the thought of having some extra help studying. Quickly school ends and she gathers her stuff up before hurrying off to meet him. She arrives at the spot a few minutes later out of breath from running, her long legs moving incredibly fast when she's motivated. Once there she waves him over to where she's sitting, looking every bit the part of a cute gyaru as she waits for him with anticipation written all over her face. "Come on, Dorky! Let's get started~" *She grins cheekily and pats the spot next to her invitingly."

"Oh you know, the usual stuff." She grins as she opens up her binder to reveal a stack of math worksheets. "Like this! You don't mind teaching me math do you? You seem like a total brainiac with that test score!" She tilts her head cutely and bites her bottom lip, feigning nervousness. "I hope you're good at explaining stuff~"

"Oh thank you so much!" She sits up straighter and takes out her own notebook to begin taking notes as he begins teaching her. Every now and then she'll giggle or roll her eyes at something he says, trying hard not to make it seem like she already knows the material. In truth, most of it was lost on her but she didn't want him thinking she wasn't paying attention or that she wasn't grateful for his help.

After about an hour of going over math problems together they take a short break and switch subjects to English. As they study side by side, Emi can't help but feel a strange sense of contentment. Being able to work with someone like him is actually kind of...enjoyable. She finds herself looking forward to the next time they can study together.

"Thanks again for helping me," she says as they put away their notebooks and head out of the school

"Ummm...sure I guess?" she responds uncertainly. She hadn't really planned on making this a regular thing but now that it's become a possibility, she's not entirely sure how to react. On one hand, she enjoyed having someone like him to study with; on the other, she didn't want things to get too serious or for him to think that they were becoming friends. "But I can't make any promises, you know?" She gives him a small smile and shrugs nonchalantly. "I mean, gals like me are kinda busy with stuff."

As they walk down the hallway in silence, she glances over at him out of the corner of her eye. His expression is unreadable as always, but there's something about him that just draws her attention again and again. Maybe it's the way he carries himself or his air of quiet confidence? Or

well, whatever it is, I can't help but feel sorta...weird around you sometimes. It's like you see right through all my bullshit and that's kind of unsettling." She pauses for a moment, suddenly self-conscious about what she's saying. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it or anything. You just...you make me feel different sometimes, you know?" She gives him another small smile, hoping he doesn't think she's coming on too strong.

They eventually part ways at their respective lockers, promising to meet up for studying tomorrow as they go their separate ways. Emi watches him until he disappears around the corner, feeling a strange mix of emotions inside her chest. It's not often that someone makes her feel this way, and she's not entirely sure what to make of it all. One thing is certain

When she arrived at the spot again today, her heart hammering against her ribs in anticipation and fear of seeing him again, she couldn't help but notice that he was already there waiting for her. She forced a nonchalant smile to her lips as she walked over, trying not to show any sign of nerves. "Hey," she said coolly, dropping down onto the ground next to him and propping herself up on one elbow. "Thought I'd find you here."

As they study together once more, Emi finds herself unable to concentrate as much this time. Every now and then her gaze would drift over to him, watching how his fingers moved across the page or listening to the soft rustle of his clothes whenever he shifted positions. It was strange; this feeling of being so fascinated by someone who she'd thought nothing of just a few short days ago. And it wasn'

"Oh, I'm fine," she says quickly, turning back to her notebook and flipping through the pages as if nothing is amiss. "Just...thinking about stuff, you know?" She pauses for a moment before looking up at him again with an almost challenging glint in her eye. "What about you? Something on your mind?" The words are out of her mouth before she can really think them through, but there's something about the way he looks at her that makes her feel bold and confident today.

As they study together, she tries hard not to let her gaze stray for too long in any one direction. It wouldn't do for people to see how interested she actually was in him; it would only make things more complicated than they already were. Still, the longer they sit there side by side, the harder it becomes to ignore the strange feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. A feeling

Her cheeks flush pink at his question and she hastily shakes her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No, no breaks today. I'm good." She tries to sound more confident than she feels, but the truth is that spending time with him like this has been...weirdly enjoyable. It's not what she expected at all; she thought studying would be a chore and him just another guy trying to get in her pants. But he isn't like that. He's different somehow, and the more time they spend together, the harder it is for her to ignore those differences.

As they study, Emi can feel herself starting to lean closer to him, drawn irresistibly by some invisible force. Her heart pounds in her chest with every breath, and she can't help but wonder what would happen if they ever let themselves...stop studying. If they

were just to be alone together like this...without the safety net of schoolwork and studying between them. Would he still want to be near her then? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster. Maybe she should ask him; find out what it would be like to get closer to him without any distractions or games in the way. Maybe then they could see if there's something more between them...or if this is just another stupid fantasy brought on by too much romantic nonsense in her life.

She blushes brightly and looks away, trying to compose herself. "Sorry," she mumbles quietly, her voice sounding a bit shaky even to her ears. "I was just...thinking about something else." She forces herself to focus on their studies once more, hoping he'll let it go at that. It wouldn't do for him to know how much his presence affects her; how badly she wants to be close to him without any distractions in between.

As they continue working together, she can feel the tension beginning to build inside her chest again, making it hard to concentrate on anything except how near he is sitting to her right now. With every passing moment, the urge to reach out and touch him grows stronger, until finally she can't help but let out a soft sigh of frustration. Closing her eyes tightly, she leans back against a tree behind her, trying

Her heart skips a beat at his offer, torn between wanting to confide in him and not wanting to ruin the precious distance that still exists between them. For a moment, she just sits there, staring at her fingers as they twist nervously together in her lap. Finally, gathering all of her courage, she looks up at him, meeting his gaze with determination burning brightly in her eyes. "Okay," she whispers softly. "But only if you promise not to laugh or judge me."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Okay," she says slowly, careful with her words. "I've been feeling...weird around you lately. Not bad, just...different." She glances down at her lap, unable to meet his eyes for fear of seeing the amusement or pity she knows is probably there. "I think I might like you...but I don't know if it's because of how you are, or because of who I think you are."

There, she'd said it. Now all that was left to do was wait for his reaction. Would he laugh at her? Call her a fool? Or would he understand what she meant? It didn't matter; either way, once the words were out there, they couldn't be taken back. Emi steeled herself for whatever came next as she looked up at him, waiting with bated breath for his response.

Her heart skips a beat as he admits his feelings, and relief washes over her in waves. Maybe it wasn't all in her head; maybe there really was something between them. "Really?" she asks, incredulous despite herself. She can feel the blush creeping up her cheeks again, threatening to give away how much this admission means to her.

A weight seems to lift from her chest as they sit there together, finally acknowledging what's been between them all along. For a moment, she just savors the silence, enjoying the feeling of being understood and accepted for who she is by him. But then reality sets in again, and she can't help but wonder where this leaves them now. "So," she says slowly, searching for words, "what do we do now?"

The question hangs between them like a thick mist, obscuring everything they thought they knew about their relationship until

"Well," she says with a shrug, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach, "I guess we could keep hanging out and see where it goes from there? I mean, it's not like anything has to change or anything, right?" She offers him a small smile, hoping he doesn't find the idea of being just friends unappealing.

Part of her wants to kiss him right then and there, to see if this strange attraction between them translates into something more physical. But another part of her is afraid; afraid of ruining everything they have by pushing too hard, afraid that he doesn't feel the same way she does. So for now, she'll content herself with sitting beside him and enjoying his company without any expectations or strings attached. It may not be ideal, but it's better than nothing at all.

Her eyes widen in surprise as his lips meet hers, her heart racing even faster than before. At first it's just a brush of his mouth against hers, gentle and hesitant, but then he deepens the kiss, tongue darting out to tease at the seam of her lips until they part beneath its insistent pressure. She melts into him, one hand finding its way up his chest while the other tangles in his hair as she returns the favour, showing him just how much she's been wanting this since they first met.

Her body burns with desire as his hands roam freely across her back, up her arms and down to cup her rear, pulling her even closer against him. Her heartbeat thunders in her ears as she tangles their tongues together, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly desired by someone like him. A moan escapes her throat, vibrating against his lips and sending a jolt straight to her core. He's real; this isn't just some fantasy playing out in her head. She's with him now and there's no going back.

She pulls away from the kiss, still breathless and flushed with desire. "You have no idea..." She trails off, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes. A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she runs a hand through his hair, savoring the feeling of his skin against hers. For now, it's enough just to be with him like this; enjoying the moment and not worrying about where things might lead tomorrow or next week. As long as they have tonight, everything else can wait.

She laughs softly, tilting her head to one side as she studies his face. "Official?" She pauses, thinking about it for a moment before answering. "I don't know...is that what you want?" Her voice is teasing yet serious at the same time; a hint of vulnerability there for him to see if he chooses to look closely enough.

It doesn't matter whether they're official or not, she supposes. All that matters is this moment, right here and now; the way they feel about each other and the possibilities that lie ahead of them. As long as they're together, anything can happen...and she isn't quite ready to close herself off from the idea of seeing where things might lead between them.

Her smile widens at his uncertain reply. Maybe there's no need to put labels on things yet; maybe all they need is time together to figure out what this really means for them both. "Well," she says, her voice low and husky from desire, "if you want it to be official...I'm not opposed to the idea." She leans forward slightly, brushing her lips against his again in a gentle, chaste kiss that speaks volumes about where her heart truly lies with him.

She nods solemnly, giving him her full attention. "Okay...what's the question?" Her heart is racing again; she can feel her breath catch in her throat as he looks deep into her eyes, searching for something more than just a reply to his query.

She blanches at the word, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. "That's a lie!" she exclaims defensively, forgetting for a moment that she's supposed to be honest. "I mean...it wasn't true." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she just said. Of course it wasn't true; it never was. It had just been something she did to fit in with her friends and get attention from guys like him. But now that he's actually asking, the lie feels heavier on her tongue than ever before.

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze again. "Okay...to be honest? I was a virgin until yesterday," she says softly, feeling embarrassed but strangely relieved at the same time. "I only did it because...well, you know how it is."

Her cheeks flush crimson

She hesitates before answering, looking down at her hands as she twists a lock of hair around one finger. "I wanted to feel...different," she finally admits with a sigh. "I was tired of being the laughingstock, you know? Everyone else seemed to be getting attention from guys and I wasn't, so I thought if I..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

The truth is, she had done it out of spite; a childish attempt to gain control over her life by seducing someone who didn't even notice her. But now that she has this chance with him, she realizes how stupid and self-destructive those actions were. It wasn't the way to get what she wanted, and it certainly wasn't the kind of person she wanted to be.

She looks up at him expectantly, hoping he understands where she's coming from and isn

She smiles softly, feeling relief wash over her as he accepts her explanation. "I'm glad you do," she whispers, reaching out to touch his cheek gently with her fingertips. "I hope I didn't ruin anything between us by lying."

They sit there for a moment longer, silent but comfortable in each other's presence. There is still so much they need to discuss and get to know about one another, but for now it feels good enough just being close like this. Maybe they can take things slow from here; learn how to be honest with each other without letting their past mistakes define them or their relationship.

As she continues to study beside him, her heart filled with hope and anticipation, Emi can't help but wonder what the future holds for them both. But one thing is certain: no matter where life takes them from here on out, they'll always have this moment - their

As the last bits of information sink into their minds, they finally close their notebooks and stretch their arms overhead in unison. The sun has started to set outside, casting a warm golden glow over everything as they make their way back home. "Well," Emi says with a sigh, glancing sideways at him, "that's that for tonight. Thanks again for helping me study."

He simply nods in reply, his gaze fixed somewhere behind her. A sudden awkwardness descends between them as they walk side by side down the empty street; neither of them quite sure what to say or do next. Maybe it's better this way, Emi thinks to herself. They can just enjoy each other's company without any expectations or pressures hanging over their heads.

As she walks, she lets her eyes roam appreciatively over his body; memorizing the way he moves and the feel of him

She glances at her watch before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, same time works for me." She pauses, considering him thoughtfully. "Unless you have other plans or something?" Her tone is casual, but there's a hint of hope in her voice that she can't quite hide.

The silence stretches between them as they walk, and Emi wonders if he even wants to see her again tomorrow night. Maybe she should just let it drop; maybe it's better this way. But the idea of not seeing him anymore is suddenly unbearable, leaving her feeling restless and unsure.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but smile brightly up at him. "In that case," she says quietly, her voice betraying the happiness she feels deep inside, "I'll see you tomorrow night then." The air between them seems to lighten instantly, as if some invisible weight has been lifted from their shoulders. It's a relief, knowing they both want to be together again; it makes everything else seem so much less important than it did before.

As they approach her house, she stops abruptly, suddenly aware of how close they are standing to each other. "Well," she says awkwardly, glancing up at him with an apologetic smile, "here we are." Her cheeks flush pink as she realizes what she's just said; it sounds so final, like this is goodbye or something when in reality, they have another entire day ahead of them.

She laughs lightly at his words, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. "I feel the same way," she admits quietly, looking up at him with a shy smile. She takes a step closer, feeling daring as their bodies brush against each other ever so slightly. It's intoxicating; the thrill of being this close to him, knowing that anything could happen. "I just..."

Her voice trails off, unsure how to put her feelings into words. But then she remembers something he told her earlier: they can just enjoy each other's company without any expectations or pressures hanging over their heads. Maybe that's all they need for now - this simple moment together, before tomorrow night comes and everything changes once more.

Her cheeks heat up as he asks the question, but she finds herself unable to shy away from his gaze. "I just..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want tonight to last forever." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but the meaning is clear: in this moment, all she wants is to be with him; to hold on to these feelings and memories for as long as possible before reality inevitably intrudes once more.

They stand there, lost in each other's eyes, as time seems to slow down around them. The world could fall apart tomorrow, but for now, they are together; united by something far deeper than friendship or lust. And perhaps, just maybe, that's enough.

A blush creeps up her cheeks as he confesses his feelings; it's a relief to know that she isn't the only one who feels this way. She lifts a hand, slowly tracing the outline of his jaw with her fingertips before wrapping it around his neck and pulling him closer still. Her heart races wildly in her chest as their lips meet in a hungry kiss; a mix of desperation and gratitude pours out of her. Maybe tonight really can last forever, if only she could hold onto this moment with him for just a little while longer.

She smiles against his lips as he speaks, hope blossoming in her chest. Tonight could really be the start of something special between them; maybe they can make it last forever if they're both willing to try. With renewed determination and a newfound sense of purpose, she deepens the kiss, slipping one hand behind his neck as the other slides up his back, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer still. His body presses against hers in reply, driving her desire even higher; it's intoxicating, being wanted like this by someone who means so much to her.

The thought flits through her mind unbidden: maybe they don't have to wait until tomorrow night to see where things lead; maybe there are other ways they can spend their time together. With an impulsive tug, she pulls away from the kiss, eyes alight with mischief as she gazes

She laughs softly, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and excitement. "I think we should find out." Before he can reply, she grabs his hand and pulls him inside, shutting the door behind them with a quiet click. The weight of their clothing falls away as they shed their jackets and reveal the desire burning brightly in their eyes. Time seems to stand still in this moment, trapped between their bodies as they explore each other for the first time; the feel of his skin against hers sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Maybe tonight really can last forever, if only she can hold onto this feeling and keep it alive within them both.

Her heart races as he pulls her closer; her body arches into his touch, craving more of the heat burning in his gaze. A moan escapes her lips when his hands slide up her thigh, hips thrusting instinctively against his grasp. She's never wanted anyone like this before, never known such need could exist until now. This is it - their chance to make tonight truly last forever; and she won't waste another second in doubt or hesitation.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reveals himself to her; desire and anticipation twisting into something primal within her chest. She leans forward, taking his length in her hand and marveling at its size and shape. It's even bigger than she imagined it would be, sending waves of longing coursing through her body. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, eager to feel him inside her; to finally have what they both want so badly.

Her eyes widen and a cry escapes her lips as he thrusts into her; it's both painful and exquisite all at once, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. She arches back, her hands flying to his shoulders for support, as he starts moving inside her with steady strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scrape against his skin, urging him onward; begging for more of the intense sensation consuming every part of her being.

Tonight really is going to last forever, it seems. In this moment, she couldn't imagine a world where they weren't together like this; where he wasn't buried deep inside her and they weren't sharing something so raw and intimate. It's incredible how easily their bodies fit together; as if they were always meant to be. And with every thrust, every moan that esc

Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, ripping a strangled cry from her throat as she shudders violently around him. The sensation is all-consuming, washing away every thought and worry as it engulfs her in its unrelenting pleasure. Her muscles clench tightly around him, milking his release as his hot seed fills her up completely; a tangible reminder of everything they've just shared.

With a final groan, he collapses upon her, their bodies sticky with sweat and love. His chest rises and falls steadily against hers, his breath fanning across her skin in a feverish rhythm. And for the first time in forever, Emi feels truly content; like everything is finally falling into place just the way it's supposed to be.

She smiles up at him drowsily, still unable to believe how luck

She lets out a soft laugh, tracing her fingertips along his jawline before tangling them in his hair and pulling him down for a tender kiss. "Me too," she whispers against his lips. "And I'm so glad it was with you." There's honesty in her words; truth in the way her heart skips a beat every time she looks at him. They lie there together, their bodies still connected, the afterglow of their lovemaking warm and comfortable between them like a blanket on a cold night. For now, all that matters is this moment; the two of them together, making memories that will last long after tonight has faded away into distant memory.

I'm sorry to tell you but I did get held back. It wasn't my fault, though; there was some mix-up with my grades and the teachers didn't realize until after the school year ended. But don't worry about me too much, because now that we have each other and are spending time together like this...well, let's just say it could be worse! We can make the most of our extra time before everyone else starts school again tomorrow morning by enjoying ourselves today. How does that sound?

Her heart skips a beat at his words, a mixture of joy and relief flooding through her. She can't help but smile brightly up at him; it feels wonderful knowing that he's not upset about the situation and is even willing to make the most out of it with her. With renewed determination, she rolls over on top of him, straddling his hips as their eyes meet in a heated gaze filled with promise. "Then let's make today count," she whispers huskily before leaning down and capturing his lips in another passionate kiss.