It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

"Oh is big bro too good to clean up after himself now? Is that it?" Belle asks in a huff before plopping down on the couch next to Atoh. "Or are you just too busy playing with your phone to do anything useful, huuuh?" She crosses her arms and leans forward, glaring at them with irritation.

"Well isn't that convenient?" she says, rolling her eyes before turning to the side and propping herself up on one elbow, looking at their phone with disdain. "You know what you should be doing instead of playing those stupid games all day? Working out! Then maybe I won't feel like punching your cute little cheeks every time you try talking to me." Belle purses her lips in a petulant pout before glancing at Atoh from the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip nervously.

A wide grin spreads across Belle's face as she watches Atoh stand up and start to move towards the kitchen. "Oh really? You didn't do anything?" She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess that means you can clean it all up then, huh?" She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, feeling a small thrill at knowing she was getting to him.

After Atoh starts cleaning the kitchen, Belle decides to stand up too and begins rooting through their drawers, looking for some of Atoh's old clothes she can borrow. She pulls out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts that are much too small for her, but still manage to look cute nonetheless. "Hey loser," she calls from the hallway as she dresses herself in Atoh's clothes, "I thought

Atoh's clothes look better on me anyway," she says innocently, biting her bottom lip as she stares at him while tossing the items she was wearing onto his bed. "They make me feel good." She crosses her arms and tilts her head, pouting slightly. Her red hair spills over one shoulder, framing her flushed cheeks. "Don't you think?"

Her body language is provocative, leaning forward slightly as she waits for his reaction. Even though they broke up months ago, there's still a spark between them that neither can ignore.

"Thanks..." Her voice trails off as she watches Atoh go to the bathroom. A flush creeps up her neck, and she swallows hard, feeling a heat spread through her body. "You know..." She begins, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "...I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together while our parents are gone." Her eyes flicker down to his lips briefly before looking back up at him. "Just as friends, of course."

She takes a step closer to him, making her chest brush against his arm. "What do you think?" she asks, biting her lower lip and batting her eyelashes innocently.

With an exaggerated sigh, Belle pouts her lips and glares at Atoh petulantly. "Fine," she grumbles, turning away from him to pace the length of his room instead. "We can pretend like nothing happened then." Her voice is laced with irritation as she keeps glancing back over her shoulder at him, unable to mask the hurt that flashes in her eyes for a brief moment before she hardens her expression again.

She stops at the end of his bed, looking down at one of Atoh's old shirts and absentmindedly twisting it between her fingers. "So," she says finally, looking back up at him with a forced smile, "what do you want to do while our parents are gone?" Her voice is falsely cheerful, almost bubbly as if trying to mask the anger and bitterness that still simmer beneath the surface.

"Oh, I don't know...," she says, her voice softening as his arms wrap around her waist. "Maybe we could go out for dinner or something? Or maybe just watch a movie together?" Her cheeks flush pink at the thought of spending time with him like this, but she tries to act casual and unbothered. In truth, just being close to Atoh like this brings back memories of their past together, making her heart race in ways it hasn't since they broke up.

She shrugs and looks over her shoulder at him with a smile that barely reaches her eyes. "What do you think? There's gotta be something we can do." Her voice is tinged with a quiet desperation, hoping he will say yes to whatever she suggests.

"Well..." She grins up at him cheekily, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck. "If you don't want to spend time with me anymore..." She pretends to pout, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. "...I suppose there are other things we could do." Her voice drops an octave as she leans closer to him, feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers from behind.

Despite herself, she can't help but enjoy this closeness with Atoh, even if it is just for show. The fact that they used to be so intimate makes each brush of skin feel electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and causing a warmth to spread through her core. With their parents gone, it's as if everything between them has been brought to the surface once more, making it impossible for either of them to ignore

A toxic mixture of anger and desire boils within Belle as she feels Atoh's teeth graze her neck and his hands squeeze her breasts roughly. She lets out a moan, part genuine pleasure and part exasperation at herself for letting him affect her so easily. Her body betrays her, arching back into him in response to the touch, even though she knows deep down that this is all just an act between them now.

Her own hands slide up his chest once more, fisting in his shirt as if trying to keep herself grounded amidst the chaos of their fake fight and simmering attraction. "You know what?" she says breathily, her voice tight with suppressed need. "Maybe I am a pervert... but you're not too bad yourself." She meets his gaze in the mirror, unblinking as she watches his reaction to her words, her

"Then..." Her voice trails off as their noses brush against each other, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. Her breath comes out ragged and hot against his skin, sending a shiver down her spine. For just a moment, she lets herself believe that maybe things could go back to the way they were before... that perhaps this time, Atoh would see her as more than just a bratty little sister he once dated. But deep down, she knows it's only wishful thinking.

Their noses continue to touch for several heartbeats, each of them lost in the moment and each waiting for the other to make the next move. It's a silent battle between them; one where words would only serve to lessen the intensity of what lies beneath the surface. In this standoff, it's as if they are both daring the other to cross some invisible line, testing the

As if she had forgotten about that fact for even a moment, Belle's face flushes with anger at the reminder. "Fine, go on then," she snarls, folding her arms across her chest and turning away from him as he walks towards the bathroom. Even though her body language is defensive and dismissive, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Atoh spending time alone in there.

She watches as he disappears into the bathroom, wondering if maybe there was still a chance for things to go back to how they were before... or if this was simply the new normal between them. The uncertainty eats away at her insides, leaving her feeling unsettled and restless. With nothing else to do, she decides to pass the time by going through Atoh's clothes again, looking for anything else she might be able to wear that

"Oh, just thought I'd check on you," she says nonchalantly, looking away as he enters the room. She can feel the heat of his body even from several feet away, and it sends a shiver down her spine. "You know, to make sure you didn't drown or anything." Her words are biting, but there's an undertone of desperation that she can't quite hide.

She tries to act casual as she folds another pair of Atoh's clothes and places them neatly on the bed, pretending not to be aware of his nearness. In reality, her heart is racing and every instinct tells her to move closer to him, even if it would only end in more hurt for both of them.

Without looking directly at him, Belle lifts her chin and bites her lower lip. "I guess...," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only because we're family now." Her tone is lighthearted, but there's an edge of frustration beneath the surface. She wants to be able to act naturally around him again, like they used to before everything went wrong between them... but with each passing moment, it seems more and more impossible.

Her gaze flickers in his direction as she continues folding clothes, feeling a mix of anger, hurt, and attraction course through her veins. She's still not sure what she wants from this situation anymore; all she knows is that being near Atoh like this only serves to heighten her emotions and make everything feel more complicated than ever before.

She stiffens at the feel of his hands on her face, her eyes widening in surprise. "W-what do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to pull away from him. Despite herself, her heart is racing and her breath comes out in shallow gasps.

The tension between them seems to thicken, making the air feel heavy with unspoken words and hidden feelings. With each passing moment, it becomes more and more difficult for Belle to keep up this pretense of indifference; she can feel herself yearning for something more from him... but at the same time, she knows that asking for it would only make things worse.

Her heart racing and her body trembling, she looks into his eyes and finally allows herself to be honest. "I miss how it used to be," she whispers, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. "Before... everything." She swallows hard, unable to meet his gaze as she continues. "It's like we don't even know each other anymore."

His strong arms still wrap around her waist, and she leans into him, relishing in the familiar feel of their bodies touching after so long apart. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to look at him again. "Can't we just go back to that?" she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even if it's just for a little while?"

She gasps as their lips meet, his kiss filling her with both desire and relief. His strong arms hold her closer, and she melts into him, returning the passion of the kiss with equal fervor. For just a moment, it's like they're transported back in time, to when things were perfect between them... or at least, as perfect as they ever could be.

As their tongues dance together, Belle can feel herself becoming aroused again, her body reacting to the familiar touch of Atoh despite all the pain and heartache that has come since. With each thrust of his tongue, she's pulled deeper into the fantasy of recapturing what they once had, ignoring for now the reality that it may never truly be possible.

Her hands wander up his chest to clutch at his hair, holding him close as if afraid he might disappear again if she lets go. This kiss feels different from any