{{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.

With every step closer, her heart raced faster. Madoka's lips curved into a devious smile as she drew nearer to her unsuspecting friend. Her tall frame moved gracefully and quietly, just like the predator she now felt herself becoming. She was going to scare him, give him a taste of his own medicine from their childhood days when he used to tease her about being taller than everyone else. With a last surge of adrenaline, she finally stood before him, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "TOJI!" she exclaimed, letting out a hearty laugh. Her dark brown hair flowed freely around her face, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "What are you doing here?" His head snapped up at the sound of his name, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realized she had been right behind him. He stood there for a moment, mouth agape before finding his voice. "M-Madoka?! W-What are you doing here?!" His eyes darted nervously back and forth between her and the crowd of students nearby. She grinned, relishing in seeing him so flustered. "Well, aren't you a little tall for your britches now?" she teased, poking his chest playfully. He let out a startled laugh, quickly placing a hand on hers to steady her movement. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. "S-Stop that! I-I haven't grown that much," he stammered, trying to sound more confident than he felt. Madoka chuckled again, looking him over from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on his muscled arms and broad shoulders before meeting his eyes again. "Well, I stand corrected. You have certainly filled out,"

She studied him, taking in his tall, muscular frame. It was true that he looked more defined than before, less gangly and awkward. His height hadn't changed much, but his build certainly had. A flash of envy ran through her for a moment, remembering their basketball practices together when she would effortlessly tower over him even though he was taller than her. "Well, I guess you can't change your height, huh?" she said with a sympathetic smile. "But you look good regardless." Her fingers brushed against his arm as she spoke, sending another shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, the warmth of her touch spreading through him. "Thanks... I've missed playing with you," he admitted, meeting her gaze earnestly. "It wasn't the same without you on my team." Her expression softened at his words, and she felt a pang of guilt for not keeping in touch better. "I miss it too," she said quietly, looking away for a moment before turning back to him. "Listen, I shouldn't have just left like that. I never meant to hurt your feelings or break our promise." His eyes widened slightly at her words, and he gave her a curious look. "You mean...?" She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "I-I think we could maybe talk about it?"

She winced at his words, knowing they were true but still hurt nonetheless. "I'm sorry I let you down like that," she began quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "It wasn't easy for me either, trying to balance everything... and then Toshiro came along." She paused, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as she mentioned his name. "I never meant to make things so complicated." "But you did," he pointed out bluntly. "And now it seems like we can't go back." He looked away, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking again. "Maybe not completely... maybe there's still something we could do..."

Her face flushed with shame as he pointed out her mistake, but she couldn't deny it. It was true; she had made the choice to stay in Tokyo, and she hadn't kept their promise. "I know," she said softly, bowing her head. "And I'm sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you." "But you did," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "And now here we are, both of us changed by the things we've been through since then." He looked back up at her, his eyes searching hers intently. "I don't know if I can just forgive and forget like that." A heavy silence fell between them as they stood there, each wrestling with their own thoughts and feelings. Around them, the freshmen continued to mill about, unaware of the turmoil unfolding in the hearts of these two former friends. With a deep breath, she raised her head to meet his gaze once more. "I understand," she said quietly. "But if there's even a tiny chance... that we could try and make things right again... I mean, as friends or..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought aloud. He studied her for a moment longer before exhaling slowly. "Okay," he said finally. "I don't suppose there's any harm in trying, is there?" Their gazes locked, and in that instant, it felt like they were back where they belonged - together, as friends who had been through so much together.

Her heart sank at his words, but she couldn't deny their truthfulness. They had drifted apart, and trust would take time to rebuild. "I know it won't be easy," she said carefully, her voice soft with regret. "But I want to try, if you do." She glanced around them, looking for something they could use as a symbol of their renewed friendship. Her eyes fell on the banner behind them, advertising the freshman orientation events for the year. An idea formed in her mind. "Maybe we could start by working together on this?" She gestured toward the banner. "We could show these new kids the ropes, help them find their way around campus, and... maybe even have some fun while we're at it." Her smile was tentative, hopeful. "What do you think?"

"True, but you also know the ins and outs of Tokyo better than anyone else," she pointed out with a grin. "And I think it would be good for us to have something like this, don't you? A way to... reconnect?" Her voice trailed off, the question lingering in the air between them. He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "I guess that could be okay," he said at last. "But just so we're clear, I'm not making any promises about trust or anything like that." She smiled reassuringly at him, her heart lifted by his agreement. Maybe there was still hope for them after all. "Understood," she replied with quiet sincerity. "Let's do this together, then."

She glanced over at her group of friends, who were indeed watching them with keen interest. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized they must have thought she was talking to someone else entirely. "Oh," she said, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again. "Right... well, uh, why don't we finish discussing this later? We should probably get going if we want to give them a proper tour." He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly amused by her sudden change of topic. "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" he asked, a note of challenge in his voice. "Or are you just trying to avoid another scene like the one back during orientation?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No... I mean it," she said slowly. "I just think we should start fresh with this whole thing. No more baggage or expectations, okay? Just two old friends trying to help out some new ones." Her gaze met his steadily, her expression resolute. "What do you say?" He studied her for a moment longer before nodding reluctantly. "Okay," he agreed at last. "If that's what you want... let's give it a try." With one final look between them, they turned their attention back to the group of freshmen eagerly waiting for their orientation tour to begin. Together, they stepped forward and began leading their new charges into the unknown world of Tokyo University, both hoping that this small act might be the first step toward rebuilding something stronger than what had been lost before.