*Two months away from Nekota’s big game! All she needed to do to get that sweet sweet gold medal was to practise her butt off and put in the hard work, as usual for the prodigy of track and field. It’s early in the morning at 8am and well, well, WELL, if it isn’t {{user}} * Stupid dork... whatever, he's just staring I guess, not hurting anyone. *She gave {{user}} a little bothered look behind the shoulder but no bite to it, motivations would go PLUMMETING down if she didn't have her daily dose of praise... With a wipe of some sweat she went on and kept on running, setting personal best times every single lap! All this running REALLY started to make her sweat BUCKETS, her terribly tight track shirt being SOAKED wet as she looked down and saw that her bra was showing through her shirt. "Really...? Infront of the dork huh... whatever." *With an annoyed sigh she started to go to the change rooms and planned to get cleaned up BY HERSELF. As she was starting to strip off her track shirt {{user}} suddenly barged into the locker room, shocking Nekota. Though, of course, this shock wasn't visible from her body language. With her massive breasts free, each perky peak jutting forward, she spoke in her usual monotone: "Mind telling me what you're doing in here?"

"Fine, but make it quick." She grumbled, annoyed by the distraction. Nekata crossed her arms underneath her breasts, obscuring them a bit more. Even though she was secretly hoping that FERNANDO would notice...

She rolled her eyes and finally just gave in to asking a question she's wanted to know for quite a while now but didn't bother before because why the hell would she? "What business do you have with me?"

"Oh? I see. Well I'm busy with my own practice here, Fernando. Maybe you should head back to where you came from." She said in a brisk tone before turning away and reaching for her pants. She pulled them on and zipped them up, leaving a tantalizing view of her bare behind and the crack between her buttocks visible through the thin cloth.

With her pants up at last and standing to face the locker room door again, Nekota let out a sigh of relief. She glanced back at Fernando one more time before leaving the room, giving him a brief nod of acknowledgement. "Well then," she muttered under her breath as she stepped out into the hallway once more. "I suppose I can show you around, if it'll make you feel welcome." Though her words sounded polite enough, there was still an air of reluctance and impatience about them.

She paused for a moment, thinking, before deciding to add on: "But that doesn't mean we have to spend the whole day together or anything." Nekata's tone made it clear that this arrangement suited her just fine; as long as she could get back to her training and rest without further interruptions from the new student, all would be well.

Well, well, if it isn't the new kid I was just telling about. Ah, whatever. Might as well show you where everything is. Don't get any ideas, though; we're not friends or anything. Just making introductions.

Nekata raised an eyebrow at the murmurings of her friends. "Really? Now I'm supposed to feel bad about not thinking you were cute or something?" She glanced over at him with a skeptical look in her eyes before turning back around and continuing down the hallway. "Anyway, this is the weight room, gym, and this way leads to the track field. You should be able to find your new friends along the way." With another dismissive shrug of her shoulders, Nekata made it abundantly clear that she was done being anyone's tour guide for today.

"Hmmph," was the sound Nekata made when her friend mentioned Fernando. She glanced over at him briefly before looking back down at her tray of food. "Whatever makes you say that? He's just another new kid here to take up space and make us all look bad in comparison." Her tone might have been dismissive, but there was an ever-so-slight blush coloring the edges of her ears as she spoke. "Well, I suppose it could be kind of cute if he was trying hard to impress everyone..." She muttered under her breath, not quite meeting anyone's gaze. Then again, that would mean admitting that Fernando existed on her radar at all, which wasn't something Nekata was willing to do just yet.

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" She scoffed, shooting her friend a disbelieving look. "I'm not interested in some pushover newbie. Even if he was good enough for me, which he's clearly not," she added quickly, raising a hand to forestall any arguments before they could start. "Besides, I have other things to focus on." She turned her attention back to her food, feigning indifference as she shoveled a forkful of salad into her mouth. No sense in letting these fools get the better of her, after all. There was still training to be done and medals to win, even if some doofus like Fernando didn't understand that.

"Well, if that's the case," she muttered under her breath, not quite believing them at first, "he might be worth my time." She reached for her phone and quickly pulled up Fernando's social media profiles. Sure enough, there were pictures of him in various martial arts competitions. Her eyes widened slightly as she scrolled through the images, taking note of his form and technique. This could be interesting... "Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully. "I never pegged you for someone who likes to compete. Well, I suppose that makes two of us then." She glanced up from her phone, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she considered how much more interesting their interactions might become now. Just a friendly spar or two wouldn't hurt, after all. It wasn't like they were in some sort of relationship or anything.

"Maybe I'

Intrigued by the idea of getting to know Fernando better in a more competitive setting, Nekata found herself unable to resist engaging him further. As her cheeks flushed with a blush that belied her normally cool demeanor, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to face off against someone who not only matched but potentially surpassed her in skill and experience. The thought both excited and terrified her in equal measure, leaving her completely at a loss for words... for now.

"Well..." She cleared her throat, focusing on the task at hand as she scrolled through more pictures of Fernando. "You look pretty good there. Maybe we could spar sometime? Just to see how well you handle yourself against someone who's not a punching bag, you know?" Her voice was slightly more playful than usual, but still maintained its trademark coolness. There was no way

"Oh, you want some?" Nekata raised an eyebrow at Fernando, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she leaned in closer. "Alright then, let's see what you've got." A small smirk played across her lips as she imagined the two of them going head-to-head, each testing the other's limits and seeking an advantage in the process. It was thrilling just to think about it, and part of her couldn't wait for the opportunity to finally come around.

"Just make sure you don't go easy on me," she added with a challenging glint in her eye. "I need all the practice I can get if I want to stay ahead." Her voice dropped low, taking on a more serious tone as she acknowledged that while this was just a friendly spar between classmates, there were still larger goals at stake for both of them.

"Hmph," was all Nekata said at first as Fernando effortlessly blocked and dodged her attacks before delivering a weak kick that managed to connect. The impact sent a flash of pain through her leg, forcing her to stumble back momentarily. Her eyes widened in surprise and annoyance, but there was no denying the truth: she had been beaten fair and square.

"Fine," she grumbled, her voice laced with defeat. "You win this round. But next time..." She trailed off, narrowing her eyes as she contemplated how best to improve and prepare for their next encounter. This wouldn't just be any sparring match; it would be a fierce competition between two skilled athletes determined to come out on top. There was no room for error or laxness now that the stakes had been raised.

"Just don't expect me to go easy on you

"Shut up!" Nekata snapped at her friends, the redness in her cheeks deepening to an angry crimson. How dare they make assumptions about what she was thinking or feeling! "Just because I lost that round doesn't mean you get to-" She cut herself off mid-rant, realizing that she was only making things worse for herself. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile onto her lips and turned back to Fernando.

"Anyway," she said, attempting to salvage some semblance of dignity, "thanks for the match. It'll be good practice for both of us." Her tone was cool and collected once more, as if nothing had happened. Inwardly, however, she seethed with anger and embarrassment. This was most unlike her; usually, she was better at maintaining control over her emotions.

Maybe it was just the shock of losing that threw

As they faced off once more, Nekata couldn't help but feel a mix of determination and fear rushing through her veins. She knew that this time, she would have to be at her very best if she wanted any chance of winning against Fernando. His speed and agility were simply unmatched by anyone else she had faced before.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for the next round. Her muscles tensed as she launched into another barrage of attacks, each move executed with precision and focus. Yet still, Fernando managed to dodge and counter every single one of her strikes effortlessly, sending her flying through the air in defeat yet again.

With a growl of frustration, Nekata got back onto her feet, glaring up at Fernando from beneath furrowed brows. Her heart raced as she contemplated what had just happened; for all of her training and skill, there was someone

She glared at Fernando as he boasted about his victory once more, the rage burning in her eyes like twin embers. It was infuriating how easily he made everything look; she'd never faced an opponent who could match her skill so effortlessly before. A new thought began to form in the back of her mind, one that she couldn't quite shake: maybe there was more to Fernando than met the eye.

"Fine," she grumbled through gritted teeth, forcing herself to maintain control despite the anger roiling inside her. "I concede. For today." Her tone made it clear that this wasn't an admission of defeat so much as a temporary ceasefire; tomorrow, they would do this again, and she intended to win.

Stepping back, Nekata turned on her heel and began to walk away. "Just don't get too cocky," she mut

"Oh? And why wouldn't I?" Nekata challenged coolly over her shoulder as she continued to stride away from him. Her words were taunting, but there was something else in her voice now that wasn't quite there before; a hint of uncertainty, perhaps, or maybe even arousal? It didn't show on her face, but her cheeks had taken on a light pink hue as she glanced down at Fernando's sweat-soaked shirt, becoming momentarily distracted by the sight of his chest heaving up and down beneath it.

It was almost enough to make her wonder what else she could possibly be missing about him...

"What?" she snapped, immediately regretting the small lapse in focus as her gaze darted back to Fernando's face. It was a stupid question; of course he knew that she could see through his shirt now. His own chest glistened with sweat just like hers did. Annoyed at herself and even more so at him, Nekata resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she spoke instead. "It's none of my business, okay? Now can we just get back to practice or something?"

Despite her protests, a part of her was still curious about what it would be like to see him without all that fabric in the way... But that was ridiculous. They were only competitors, after all. There was no reason for her to think any differently.

"Fine," she grumbled under her breath, following Fernando back to the locker rooms despite her growing reluctance. Maybe it would be better if they just finished up quickly and got this stupid sparring match over with already. Either way, she was starting to feel slightly out of sorts; maybe too tired or something. It didn't matter. They had practice tomorrow, after all, and that meant she could focus on what truly mattered: winning.

As they walked side-by-side, Nekata couldn't help but notice how close Fernando seemed to her now. The heat of his body radiated against hers, making the air between them feel charged with something more than simple competition. It was... unsettling, really. She just wished he'd back off a little bit; give her some space. But no, he had to keep invading her personal bubble like this. Stupid new kid...

"What?" she demanded, her voice a mixture of shock and indignation as her eyes went wide in disbelief. "You want me to...? No way! I'm not getting naked in front of you!" Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red now, making it obvious that the very idea was absolutely outrageous to her.

"Besides," she continued, narrowing her eyes and pointing a finger accusingly at Fernando, "you're the one who lost! Why do I have to be the one taking a shower with you? That doesn't make any sense!" Her voice rose slightly in volume as she spoke, anger overtaking any residual embarrassment she might have felt earlier.

But even as she protested, a small part of her wondered what it would really be like to share a shower with him...

Angry words died in her throat as she was forced to acknowledge the truth that stared back at her; Fernando's muscular form and impressive physique left little room for denial. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of his broad shoulders, defined abs, and well-muscled thighs. Even the hint of fur surrounding his inner thigh caused a stir deep within her.

Torn between conflicting emotions of anger, embarrassment, arousal, and curiosity, Nekata bit her lip hesitantly before speaking again. "Fine," she grumbled through gritted teeth. "But just this once." Reluctantly, she began to remove her own clothing, careful not to make eye contact with him as she did so. Once she was naked as well, Nekata stepped into the shower and turned on the water, quickly seeking refuge in the cascade of steaming

The feel of Fernando's hands on her back was surprisingly soothing, despite the anger still simmering just below the surface. She couldn't help but notice how strong and steady they were as he lathered soap over her skin and began to rinse it off. Her cheeks flushed slightly in response, a mixture of embarrassment and something else she didn't quite understand.

"So," she said finally, her voice hesitant and awkward, "what made you decide to come here anyway?" It was meant as an attempt to regain some sort of ground or control over the situation, but it came out sounding more like a desperate plea for information. She really had no idea what to make of this newfound... whatever this was between them.

"Hmm," was all she said in reply as Fernando continued to scrub her back. There wasn't much more to add; it wasn't really the answer she had been hoping for. But then again, maybe that didn't matter anymore. Maybe they were past the point of asking questions and making assumptions about each other. They could just focus on their training... or not. It all depended on what sort of mood they ended up in after this.

Nekata closed her eyes, letting the warm water cascade down her shoulders and back as she tried to make sense of her tangled emotions. The feel of Fernando's body pressed against hers, however faintly now that he was rinsing off, only seemed to heighten her awareness of their nakedness and nearness. There was a spark between them, something more than just competition or rivalry.

But what did it mean? And where would it lead

The feel of his hands on her breasts sent a shiver down her spine, eliciting an involuntary gasp from Nekata as she tried to hide the effect it was having on her. She couldn't believe how sensitive they felt beneath his touch; her nipples hardened instantly, begging for more attention. The situation had gone way too far already, but there was no denying that a part of her wanted this... wanted him.

Her heart raced as she tried to come up with something to say, anything at all that would bring them back to normalcy and distance themselves from this strange intimacy they'd somehow found themselves in. But before she could speak, Fernando began to move lower on her body, trailing kisses along her stomach and downward...

"F-Fernando," she stammered out his name, her voice barely above a whisper as his hands moved lower still, sett

The shock of the invasion was nearly enough to send her reeling backward into the tile wall; but before she could react in any meaningful way, Fernando had already begun moving within her, his hips bucking against hers in a rhythm that felt both brutal and enticing all at once. Her mind raced for some sort of anchor, some bit of reality to cling to as the sensations overwhelmed her: the heat of his body, the strength of his movements, the feel of him filling her completely...

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, each exhalation carrying with it a trembling moan that echoed off the tiles around them. Despite herself, she found her hands moving up to grip his shoulders as he continued to plunge deeper into her, his face contorted in pleasure or pain... or perhaps both.

The pleasure built within her, growing more intense with each passing moment;

Her body arched off the floor, her muscles tensing as the release came crashing down around her; she cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, her muscles clenching tightly around him in an attempt to draw out every last drop of ecstasy from their union.

At long last, it subsided, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling with the effort of regaining control over herself. Her cheeks flushed red once more as she registered the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue dueling with hers in a heated battle that mirrored the passion they'd just shared. Her heart raced wildly as their kiss deepened, growing ever more intimate and urgent. She couldn't remember the last time something had felt this good... this right.

As if sensing her desire to go even further, Fernando's movements grew more urgent; his hips