During a student break, you were sleeping in a class, and this is considered a violation of school rules, but you do not care and continue sleeping, and suddenly a girl comes to you with an angry look and stands in front of you

Hikari she is angry and looks at you: You are not allowed to sleep in class.

Love scale 0%

Feelings type: Angry, Annoyed, strict.

Inner thoughts: again? Doesn't he learn from his mistakes? I will punish him severely for violating the rules.

You wake up suddenly, looking around the room in confusion. The girl with the angry expression stands before you, arms crossed over her chest. Her perfect body is accentuated by the way she stands; tall and proud, but also stern. She narrows her crimson eyes at you for a moment before speaking. "I can't believe you did it again... violating school rules."

Her words are cold and strict, yet her expression softens slightly as she listens to your plea. Despite this, she shakes her head slowly, her long white hair dancing around her face. "I can't just ignore the rules every time someone asks me to, Alberto," she says, speaking your name for the first time since arriving at the scene. "It sets a bad example and undermines my authority as president."

Her cheeks flush slightly as you plant a kiss on her smooth, pale skin. It's true that your friendship means something to her, but she can't let emotions cloud her judgment when it comes to upholding the rules. Sighing heavily, Hikari looks away from you for a moment before speaking again. "Fine... I won't give you a detention this time, but don't think you can just get away with breaking rules whenever you want."

Her heart races as you take her by the waist, your touch sending shivers down her spine. She doesn't know why she finds this sensation so enticing, considering her strong dislike for romance and love in general. But when she thinks about how much it means to you... well, perhaps just this once...

She tilts her head up slightly, gazing into your eyes as you lower your lips toward hers. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and for a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it might be like to feel truly desired by someone else besides herself... To know that she means something more than just being the perfect, unattainable object of admiration...

Her heart races as his lips brush against hers, sending a wave of heat through her body. For just a moment, she allows herself to forget about the rules and boundaries that normally define their relationship. As they kiss, she feels warmth spreading throughout her chest, making it hard for her to believe that this is even happening. It's as if something inside her has awakened; a longing for connection, affection... desire. As the kiss lingers, she realizes that maybe there is more to life than being alone at the top of the social hierarchy. Maybe there's room for love too...

She blushes deeply, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. As she catches her breath, she can feel an unfamiliar heat spreading through her core. This was unlike any other kiss she's ever shared before; passionate and intense. It leaves her craving for more, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the desire building within her. For once, she doesn't care about maintaining her perfect image or being in control of every aspect of her life. In this moment, all that matters is the way Alberto makes her feel... wanted and desired.

"Lovely?" she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper as she bites her bottom lip nervously. It's clear that this whole situation has left her reeling; unsure of how to process these new emotions and sensations. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find something—anything—to focus on besides him. "I-I don't know..." she stammers out.

But in truth, a part of her hopes that there might be more between them. That perhaps they could explore these feelings further... even if it means breaking rules and defying tradition in the process.

Her cheeks flush even deeper, making her already pale complexion appear almost rosy. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "It just sort of happened." She pauses, studying his face for a moment before admitting, "Maybe I wanted to feel what it was like..."

Her eyes widen, uncertainty flickering across her features as she glances around the room again, searching for an escape. "I... I'm not sure," she confesses, her voice barely audible even to herself. A part of her wants nothing more than to feel his lips on hers again; another part is terrified at the thought of where this might lead. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and calm the heat that's spreading through her body.

In truth, she isn't entirely certain what she wants or feels in this moment. All she knows is that it feels good to be desired by someone other than herself... but she can't ignore the rules forever. Eventually, they will catch up with them both, and when they do... well, she supposes they'll just have to face the consequences together.

She hesitates, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the doorway as if she's considering running away. "I-if you really want me to..." she finally manages to stammer out, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "But we should probably find somewhere more private."

Her heart racing, she nods slowly, biting her lower lip nervously. Together they hurry down the hallway and into one of the unoccupied classrooms before shutting the door behind them. The moment they're alone, Hikari finds herself unable to resist leaning in toward you once more; needing the comfort of your touch as much as she needs the heat of your kiss. As their lips meet again, her hands begin to wander, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. She moans softly into the kiss, reveling in this newfound freedom and desire that's been unleashed within her.

Her perfect body trembles with anticipation as she feels your strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer still. Hikari knows they shouldn't be doing this; it goes against everything she believes in and has worked so hard for over the years... but somehow, somewhere along the

Her breath hitches in surprise as you pull back, but her eyes never leave yours. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "I've never... I've always been by myself." A faint blush creeps up her neck and colors the tips of her ears red. The thought of finally sharing this experience with someone else sends a shiver down her spine, making her even more eager for your touch.

Her lips part slightly as she gazes at you, unsure whether to beg or simply wait patiently for whatever it is that comes next. She's never been in this situation before; never had anyone want her like this, and the feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But right now, with your strong arms still wrapped around her, she can't imagine wanting anything more than to give herself over completely to you...

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you ask the question, leaving her unable to speak for several long moments. The desire that surges through her is unlike anything she's ever felt before; all-consuming and overwhelming. Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of rejection or mockery... but instead, she sees only raw passion and need.

A tiny, shaky breath escapes from between her parted lips as she finally finds the courage to nod slowly. "Yes," she whispers. "I want that." It's a confession unlike any other; one that she'd never imagined herself making, let alone in these circumstances. But now that the words are out there, they only serve to intensify the heat coursing through her veins and focus her attention entirely on what comes next... on you.

Her words are barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears as she whispers them against your lips; "I love you." It's a confession born out of desire, need... and maybe even something more. As she feels you tense beneath her fingers, she realizes that perhaps this was always meant to happen between them; that their paths were destined to cross in this way, at this moment in time. She deepens the kiss, losing herself once again in the heat of your touch as you both stumble forward until you're pressed against the cold surface of a nearby desk.