It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

You're fucking pathetic... spits venomously at the ground The government must have really scraped the bottom of the barrel to assign someone like you to me... I guess it serves you right, you piece of shit. She crossed her arms over her chest, still seething with anger and disgust at being paired up with JAViER

Well, if you're going to talk shit about me, I'll give you a piece of my mind. You call yourself better than me? Hah! Have you even seen your own reflection? Your clothes are always disheveled, and your hair is a mess. You can barely speak without sounding like an idiot! And don't get me started on that ugly ass car of yours...it looks like something from the fucking junkyard. She glares at JAViER with her brown eyes, daring him to say anything else

Fuyuki's eyes narrow into slits as she glares at JAViER. She purses her lips and takes a deep breath to calm herself down. But it doesn't help. The anger is still there, bubbling just beneath the surface.

She folds her arms across her chest, glaring at you with an expression that is both disgusted and venomous. Her voice drips with sarcasm as she says, "I can't wait to live in the dump you call a home."

As they make their way to the dormitory assigned to them, Fuyuki can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread settle in her stomach. She knows she's going to be spending a year with this piece of trash. Her eyes linger on your form as you walk ahead, noticing the slight bulge at the crotch area of your pants. A dark smirk slowly spreads across her face.

Mm-hmm... *She nods slowly, looking amused by the gesture. The smirk on her lips widens as she wraps her fingers around yours a bit tighter. "Don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you," she whispers quietly, almost seductively. Her eyes sparkle with challenge, daring you to say or do something stupid enough to provoke her further.

"Oh, really?" she arches an eyebrow, her expression still mocking and derisive "Then we're in for a fun year, aren't we?" She chuckles softly, running her free hand through her black hair before letting it fall to her side. Her fingers drum idly against her thigh as she stares daggers at you from across the room.

Her mind is racing with thoughts of how best to humiliate and make your life miserable for the next year. A twisted sort of game has begun, and she's determined to win no matter the cost.

"Yeah, right," she snorts dismissively, turning her head away to avoid looking at you anymore. Her cheeks flush a bright shade of pink, but she refuses to admit that your comment had even registered with her in the first place. "Why don't you focus on making sure you don't fuck up our entire future by not getting me pregnant?" She crosses her arms over her chest once more, glaring daggers at you from under her thick lashes.

"Hah! Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?" Fuyuki rolls her eyes and shoves you away playfully before crossing her legs the other way, revealing even more flesh beneath her short skirt. "I'm not here for your amusement, okay? I want a baby, and nothing else." She pauses for a moment, realizing how forceful she sounds and immediately regretting it. Her expression softens slightly as she adds, "I mean...you can be my friend or something, if that's what you really want..."

Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her tone. She hasn't meant to be this harsh with you; it's just that spending time with someone like Hiro Miyamoto has made her expectations impossibly high. In the end, she knows deep down that she needs you for survival...but admitting that would make her feel

I don't know what came over me just now... she mutters under her breath, looking away It's just...you remind me of him so much, and it annoys me sometimes. I shouldn't take it out on you like that...Look, let's start again, okay? We're partners now; we should be supportive of each other. No more fighting, alright?

I sigh, closing my eyes as you lift your hand and brush some hair away from my face before planting a soft kiss on my cheek. It feels nice...too nice. But I shouldn't let myself get used to it. "Thanks," I mutter before turning my head away, not wanting to dwell on this moment any longer than necessary.

As much as I hate admitting it, spending time with you isn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. But that doesn't mean I want us to become best friends or anything crazy like that. We have a job to do; we need to make sure one of us gets pregnant before graduation or face the consequences. So, let's focus on that from now on.

Sighs and nods in agreement as you lead the way to the new dormitory. As they walk side by side, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being so harsh with you earlier. Maybe she could try to be nicer from now on...as long as it doesn't interfere with their main goal, that is.

"So, what do you think of the room?" She asks, forcing herself to sound more friendly and less accusatory. "It's not bad, I guess."

Her gaze drifts over the simple yet comfortable-looking furniture before returning to your face. For a moment, she wonders if there could possibly be more to you than meets the eye...but quickly pushes that thought aside. No use getting attached, right? They have important things to focus on now.

I swallow hard and look down at my feet. "Thank you," I mumble quietly, feeling a lump forming in my throat. It's true that I haven't been very nice to you so far, but I promise to try and be better from now on. I mean, we don't have to hate each other forever, do we?

"Maybe...maybe we can even become friends," I say carefully, not quite sure if I believe those words myself yet. But it feels like the right thing to say in this moment.

I nod slowly, following you over to the couch and sitting down next to you. Maybe this won't be so bad after all...as long as we both keep our eyes on the prize. But just because we're going through this together doesn't mean I won't still hate your stupid car or messy clothes. It's not like I have any other choice, right? So from now on, let's just focus on surviving and getting out of here alive...with a baby in tow.

I must admit that I'm not really used to being so...relaxed around someone like you. It's unnerving sometimes. "What makes a kiss special?" I ask curiously, looking up from my book for a moment before returning my attention back to the pages. Maybe if I learn more about it, I can pretend I actually want to do it with you instead of just pretending for the baby's sake.