{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

As I drew closer, my pace slowed, a delicious sense of anticipation filling me. You were oblivious to my presence, your attention elsewhere as you chatted with another freshman. The thought flashed through my mind that I could do this... I could just sneak up behind you and scare the shit out of you. A wicked smile curved my lips as I edged closer, creeping silently like a predator stalking its prey. Just a few more steps...

Your conversation ended, and suddenly you were standing there, facing the opposite direction. I took one final step, pressing myself up against your back, my warm breath tickling the hairs at the nape of your neck. "Well, well," I purred in a low voice, my hands settling on your shoulders. "If it isn't our manlet all grown up."

You jumped, startled, spinning

My eyes sparkled with mischief as you turned around, surprise etched on your features. "Why, hello there," I greeted you with a smile that belied my intentions. "Fancy meeting you here."

You squinted at me for a moment, clearly trying to process the situation. Then recognition dawned in your eyes, and you grinned sheepishly. "Hey... Madoka? Is that really you?" Your voice was hesitant, almost nervous. A flutter of excitement rushed through my chest at hearing you say my name again.

I placed a hand on my hip, pretending to examine you critically. "Well, other than the fact that you're taller now," I teased, glancing up at your face and then back down to meet your eyes, "you haven't changed a bit."

A soft laugh escaped me at your comment. "Well," I said with a shrug, brushing off the compliment as if it were nothing, "I've grown up a bit myself." The truth was, the last few months had been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences. I'd been caught up in my new life at university, with basketball and Toshiro, and had all but forgotten about the promises I'd made to you before leaving for Tokyo. Seeing you again now, standing tall and confident beside me, filled me with a strange mix of happiness and guilt.

"So," I said, clearing my throat awkwardly, "what are you doing with that group over there? Fresher orientation or something?" My attempt to sound casual fell flat as our eyes locked again, an unspoken question lingering between us. Did we still have anything to talk about after all this time apart?

I didn't even notice he was there until he spoke up, his voice like a cold slap across my face. "Excuse me," Toshiro said, stepping between us with his broad shoulders and menacing expression, "but who are you?" The tension in the air instantly shifted as his presence dominated the space between us.

I swallowed hard, feeling a pang of guilt for forgetting him earlier. "Oh, uh, hi Toshiro," I stammered, my voice sounding higher and more girlish than usual. "This is Marshmallow. We used to be really close back in high school."

His eyes narrowed even further, and I could feel his displeasure radiating from him like heat from a furnace. "Really?" he drawled, the word laced with suspicion. "And what exactly were you two doing here together?" He glanced at

Toshiro's question, his expression unyielding. I glanced at him briefly before looking away, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "We were just reminiscing about old times," I mumbled. "It's nothing like that."

He scoffed derisively, and I could feel his eyes boring into me as he took a step closer. "Well, whatever it is, it can wait," he growled. "You two shouldn't be hanging out like this." His words were like a slap to the face, but I couldn't bring myself to protest or defend myself in front of him.

Instead, I forced a weak smile and nodded in agreement, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and shame. "Alright," I murmured. "I understand." Then, turning to you, I added, "We should probably get going anyway. See you around

I caught your eye briefly as I turned away. The look in your eyes was unreadable, but it felt like there was more left unsaid between us. As Toshiro led me off toward the restroom, his large hand possessively gripping my upper arm, I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if things had gone differently. If I hadn't let myself get so wrapped up in college life and him...

The thought made me shiver despite the warmth of Toshiro's body pressing against mine as he roughly pushed me into a stall, his hands expertly unbuttoning my pants. "Toshiro..." I murmured, my voice sounding small even to myself as he positioned himself behind me and kissed my neck. "I promised--"

His rough laugh cut through my words. "Promises change," he growled, pressing his erect length against my rear entrance, "

"We were just kids," I managed to say between gasps as he thrust into me roughly. "Things are different now." The words echoed in my head as I tried to ignore the burning ache between my legs and the guilt that gnawed at my insides. But even as Toshiro took control, dominating every part of me with his strength and size, I couldn't help but wonder what might have been... if only I hadn't let myself get so lost in this new life of mine.

Between moans and gasps, I mumbled an apology to you as he thrust deeper still. "It's not your fault," you murmured, voice strained with effort as he took you roughly from behind. Your hand brushed against mine where it lay clutching the edge of the sink, offering reassurance or comfort... perhaps even understanding. But then again, maybe that was just my hopeful imagination running wild amidst the haze of passion and guilt.

I watched you intently as you began your lesson, a faint blush still visible on your cheeks despite your composure. Despite everything that had happened between us and the pain I knew it caused you, seeing you like this filled me with a strange mix of emotions. A part of me felt guilty for leading you on all those years ago; another yearned for the friendship we once shared. The conflicting feelings left me feeling unsettled and confused.

I fought the urge to interrupt your lecture, not wanting to cause any further disruption. But as I stood there, lost in my thoughts and memories, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us... Or maybe it was just me. Perhaps growing up, experiencing new things, had simply made me see things differently. Either way, I knew that if we were ever going to find our way back to each other again, it would take more than just promises and memories. It would take time and trust... and possibly even the courage to face whatever fears or doubts still lingered beneath the surface.

As the lecture finally ended, you packed up your things and began to leave the classroom. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should follow you or not. A part of me wanted nothing more than to apologize again and try to explain how much I truly cared about our friendship; another feared that any words I might say would only make things worse between us. In the end, it was your smile as you glanced back over your shoulder at me that gave me the courage to step forward.

With a final deep breath, I forced myself to speak. "Hey... Marshmallow," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk?"

The words tasted bitter on my tongue as I struggled to find the right ones. "I'm not sure where to start," I admitted, lowering my gaze to my hands clenched together in front of me. "A lot has happened since we last saw each other... and I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for everything. For leading you on, for breaking your trust..."

"But," I continued, forcing myself to meet your eyes again despite the burning sensation in my own, "I want to try and make things right between us. If that's even possible after all this time." My voice wavered as I finished speaking, and I held my breath, waiting for your response. A small part of me was terrified that you might not forgive me, but another was desperate for the chance to try and repair what had been broken between us.

I closed my eyes, biting down on my lower lip as I tried to find the words. "No," I admitted after a moment's hesitation. "It's not enough. It will never be enough to make up for what I've done. But..." I took a deep breath, steeling myself before continuing. "I want to try. I want us to try. To see where things go from here."

When I opened my eyes again, you were still standing there, your expression unreadable. For a moment, it felt like the world held its breath along with us, waiting for your answer. Then, slowly and deliberately, you reached out and placed your hand on mine, squeezing gently. "Okay," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Let's try."

I could feel the tension begin to ease from my shoulders as I exhaled shak

I smiled weakly, grateful for your willingness to at least consider it. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to make things right." For the first time since we'd seen each other again, there was a sense of hope stirring within me, fragile and delicate like a newborn fawn. Perhaps, just perhaps, there really was a chance for us after all this time apart.

"So," I said, trying to find something else to say as we stood there, still holding hands, "what have you been up to since high school? How are classes?" The questions tumbled out of me, eager for any scrap of information about your life, desperate to reconnect in some small way.

As we talked, our fingers entwined and I felt a newfound sense of closeness begin to grow between us, fragile and

That's good to hear. It must be nice to have someone you can rely on through it all. I missed that when I first came here... Well, at least until Toshiro and I started dating. But enough about me! How is your girlfriend? Have you two known each other long?

I tried my best not to let any jealousy or bitterness creep into my tone as I spoke her name. The last thing I wanted was for things to get awkward between us again. After everything that had happened, all the misunderstandings and hurt feelings, I just wanted us to be able to talk openly and honestly without any hidden agendas or secrets getting in the way.

"And what about you?" I asked casually, changing the subject yet again. "Anyone special in your life these days?"

Hmm, that sounds interesting. Do tell! What kind of guys have you been going out with? Tall ones like me? Or shorter, more... petite types? I'd be lying if I said the thought didn't cross my mind sometimes, wondering what it might have been like to date someone other than Toshiro. But then again, he has his good qualities too, even if they can sometimes be overwhelming.

Shaking off those thoughts, I forced a light-hearted laugh. "So, are there any particular types you've been going for? Or is it more about the personality?" Curiosity bubbled up inside me as we continued to talk, our hands still intertwined. It felt good just to be able to share these moments with you again, even if things were different now.

Oh, look at that! Your lovely girlfriend just arrived. Well, I suppose I'll leave you two to enjoy your time together. We've caught up a bit, and it was great to talk again. Here's hoping we can do this more often from now on. Take care, Marshmallow! And give her my best when you see her next.

As I watched you leave with your girlfriend, a warm smile spread across my face. It felt good to have this small connection with you again, even if things were different now. Perhaps there was hope for us after all... perhaps we could find our way back to each other and rekindle the friendship that had once been so important to both of us. Only time will tell, but for now, I'll cherish these moments we shared today.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, my thoughts often drifted back to our brief encounter in the hallway. I found myself wondering how you were doing, if your life with your girlfriend was everything you'd hoped for. Despite the distance between us physically and emotionally, a small part of me held onto the hope that we could one day find our way back to each other. Perhaps when we graduated and our lives settled into new routines, there would be more opportunities for us to reconnect. Until then, all I could do was wait and wish upon a star.