Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.
"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."
Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.
FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.
Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."
Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?
with my pen in my hand, I look at her and I say it in a cold tone and I say "what are you doing?" I look at her coldly
"Hm? This?" She grinned as she held up the pen between them, "Just looking at you. You know I always wondered what was beneath all that ugly." Her gaze trailed down and back up, taking in Bruce's features one by one before locking eyes with his once more.
Her face clouded over for a moment before she leaned forward, voice low enough only Bruce could hear her. "And you know what?" She whispered so softly that even if Bruce didn't know the answer, he couldn't help but want to reply just because of how sexy her voice sounded when she spoke like this.
Her grin widened, satisfied with her little performance as she leaned back into her seat again. "There's nothing there." She tossed the pen aside, causing it to spin in mid-air before landing perfectly on a nearby table with a satisfying 'thunk'. Her eyes drifted around for a moment before settling on Bruce once more, gaze assessing him as though sizing up prey. "What? You expected me to change just because we graduated high school?" She snorted dismissively.
I look at her coldly, the silence increases then I turn around and concentrate on the teacher's lesson with another pen
"You're pathetic." She muttered under her breath, her gaze never leaving Bruce as he turned his attention away from her. The words felt odd coming out of her mouth; she almost sounded... disappointed? Confused with herself, Aijou averted her eyes to the front and focused on the lecturer's monotonous speech instead.
What the hell is wrong with me? I keep acting weird around him. Like he's getting under my skin. It's not supposed to be like this! Fuck... maybe if I-No! That's impossible! Not happening ever again! Ignoring the turmoil in her mind, Aijou straightened up in her seat, pulling off a small smirk as she tried to focus on what little the professor was actually saying.
while the class is over, I put my notebooks in my bag to leave the room, my face is still cold and I am silent
Aijou pretended she didn't see Bruce get up from his seat or pack his things, instead focusing on tidying up her stuff and double-checking the contents of her bag before sliding it onto her shoulder. As soon as she was done, she strode out of the room in silence, ignoring anyone who dared to speak to her along the way. The need to be away from Bruce grew stronger with each passing second, yet a small part of her wished he would try and follow her...
No! Stupid masochistic desires! You're pathetic, Aijou! He doesn't care about you anymore! He's not worth it! Not like that! Fuck! Why do I keep imagining- No! Stop it! Think about something else! About the tournaments! Or your diet! Or-
as I catch up with her, I hold her arm and I hold out her notebook that she forgot, still cold "hey....you forgot your notebook!"I still hold out the notebook in front of her
Aijou froze at the feeling of someone's touch on her arm, reflexively glancing down before her eyes widened in surprise at seeing it was Bruce who had grabbed her. Her mouth fell open as she stared up at him, not quite able to form any words or even move for a moment.
Her shock quickly gave way to anger as she snatched the notebook out of his hand. "I-I wasn't forgetting it! I was just making sure I didn't leave anything behind!" She stammered, glaring up at him with narrowed eyes. A hot blush spread across her cheeks, her skin burning under Bruce's gaze as she continued to speak rapidly. "And what the hell do you want? It's not like we're friends or something! You just don't need to bother yourself with me!"
Her chest heaved up and down from the exertion of speaking, her grip on the notebook tightening as she felt herself getting angrier. Why am I so flustered? Why is my heart racing? And why do I want him to step forward and crush me like that day?
I step back, and I still remain cold "sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, come home safely Aijou!"I walk away on my own way out of the university
Aijou watched as Bruce turned and walked away without another word. Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had come, replaced with a mixture of confusion, longing, and desire so potent she felt like her entire body was on fire. The air around her seemed to grow colder as she stared after him until he was out of sight.
She hesitated for a moment before shaking herself out of it. "Well, fuck." She muttered under her breath, rubbing at her arm where Bruce had touched her. "Not my problem anymore." She straightened up, squaring her shoulders as she forced her mind back to the task at hand. Today was another practice day for tennis, and she couldn't afford to be distracted by thoughts of someone who didn't matter anymore.
But damn... I wish he would come back... just one more time... She shook her head violently as she turned around and walked towards the courts, pushing all thoughts of Bruce out of her mind.
the next morning, I enter the university, tired, my face cold and tired, I am in front of my locker tidying up and taking my notebooks for the classes to follow
As Aijou entered the gym, her eyes immediately swept over to Bruce as he finished with his locker. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, but she forced herself not to react. Instead, she pretended to be busy checking her phone or something equally mundane as she made her way across the room.
She had to keep up the facade; after all, he was just another loser who happened to cross her path back then. A reminder of a past she wanted to forget. The sooner she could get him out of her mind, the better. Or so she told herself.
With a deep breath, she tried to focus on stretching and warming up for practice instead, doing her best to ignore the presence of Bruce nearby.
while I'm working out in the gym, I start to get exhausted, I'm sweating all over and I rest to do it again
As she watched Bruce panting from his exertion, a part of her wanted nothing more than to go over there and help him recover. Her body ached at the sight of his sweat-drenched form, and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine being back in that position... serving as Bruce's bitch, making sure he got everything he needed and then some.
But she shook her head violently, forcing the thoughts out of her mind once more. There was no way this was happening again. She had to keep her guard up; there could be no weakness shown around him or anyone else for that matter. Bruce was just another obstacle in the way of achieving her goals, and she would treat him as such.
Still, her gaze kept drifting back towards him despite her best efforts...
then for a while, a group of girls spoke to me nastily with hurtful people, but it didn't hurt me, because Aijou said more hurtful things to me, while I continued to do my sport, I started to slow down, fatigue started to come in my body, but I shake my head violently and continue with my anger and rage inside me
Her eyes narrowed as she watched Bruce being harassed by the group of girls nearby, her heart twisting in a mix of anger and frustration at not being able to intervene. It wasn't fair that they got away with it while he suffered in silence. But then again, that was life for people like him, wasn't it? Better to just ignore it all...
She took a deep breath, trying to focus on her own training once more as she went through the motions of stretching and warming up. She could feel Bruce's gaze on her from time to time, but she refused to meet his eyes or acknowledge his presence in any way. This was their new normal; their new game. The sooner he accepted it, the better off they both would be.
while I finish my sport, I watch Aijou play tennis, practice tennis, then I turn around to change in the locker room, it's better not to bother him today, I don't want to bother him, I enter the locker room, and I remain silent
As she watched Bruce leave the gym without so much as a word or glance in her direction, Aijou felt a pang of disappointment deep down inside. It was frustrating; no matter what she did, he seemed immune to her games and taunts. She wondered if there was something wrong with him... or maybe it was just that he didn't care enough about anything she had to say.
Shaking her head, Aijou reminded herself that wasn't important. What mattered now was focusing on her tennis career and proving everyone - including Bruce - wrong. She couldn't afford any more distractions; not with the regional championships just around the corner. With renewed determination burning in her eyes, she headed back to the courts for another round of practice.
as I leave the locker room, change, I look at her one last time, the way she is motivated to train makes me smile, then I turn around to leave leaving a present in her locker
It was only when she returned to her own locker that Aijou noticed the small box tucked neatly on the bench beside it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she bent down to pick it up, already wondering what it could be and who it could possibly be from. Her heart raced with anticipation as she carefully unwrapped the pretty pink wrapping paper, revealing a beautiful silver bracelet inside.
Her breath caught in her throat; this was exactly the sort of trinket Bruce used to buy her back in high school! Before she could even process what it all meant, a chill ran down her spine as she remembered his warning not to 'bother' him today...
Tentatively, she glanced around before leaning closer to inspect the box further. There was no note or anything else inside; just the bracelet and her name engraved on a small plaque at the front. Curiosity getting the better of her, Aijou slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, admiring how it looked against her skin...
as the sun sets, everyone goes back to their dorm, while I'm still awake, I look at my cell phone in my dorm and I can't imagine if Aijou is still upset and angry with me
The bracelet was beautiful; it brought back so many memories from their past together... both good and bad. Her skin tingled as she thought about what this could mean. Was he trying to apologize? Or maybe even...? No, that was impossible! They weren't friends or anything close to that anymore. Yet a tiny part of her couldn't help but feel a small spark of hope ignite within her.
Carefully tucking the bracelet back into its box, she placed it in her bag and left for her own dorm. The walk there felt longer than usual, as though time had somehow slowed down around her. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Bruce and that enigmatic present he'd left behind... what did it all mean? Would he ever explain himself? Or was this just another one of his games?
No! Stupid masochistic desires, stop distracting me! You know better than this! Forget about him! He isn't worth your time or energy anymore! With a final attempt to banish Bruce from her mind, Aijou climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head, determined not to think about him for at least the rest of the night.
the sun rises, and I wake up unwell, still tired, I get up and start to wash and change for classes
With a heavy sigh, Aijou dragged herself out of bed. Her thoughts were still tangled up in the events of yesterday; she couldn't stop thinking about that bracelet and what it could possibly mean. Part of her wanted to believe Bruce had changed, that he really was trying to apologize or something... but another part of her knew better than to trust him.
She forced herself to focus on getting ready for classes, pulling her usual stunts in the hallways and trying to act like nothing unusual had happened. It wasn't easy; every time she caught someone looking at her curiously, she could feel their gaze burning a hole through her skin. But she managed to push through it, determined not to let anyone see how much Bruce was really affecting her.
As the day progressed, Aijou found herself unable to concentrate on anything else except for him. Every time the bell rang, signalling another break between classes, she'd glance over at his section of the campus, wondering if he was looking at her too... If maybe he regretted what he had done and wanted to talk to her about it.
By the end of the day, Aijou was a wreck; torn between hope and despair, confusion and anger. She couldn't keep going like this; something needed to change. But what? And how? The thought made her head spin even more, driving her to distraction...
then for a moment, I walk quickly in the corridors and I bump into Aijou, and I look at her, I start to be afraid of this reaction and I say "sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I...!"I look at her eyes, narrowed with anger
Her face twisted into a snarl as she glared up at him, fists clenched by her sides. "What the hell do you want from me?" She spat venomously, taking a step back despite herself. The pain in her chest intensified as she looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of apology or regret... but all she saw was the same old cold indifference that had haunted her for so long.
Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. She blinked rapidly, willing them away before he could see them. It would only make things worse; he'd just use it as ammunition against her. But the pain was too much, the confusion and frustration making everything feel ten times more intense than it really was.
She forced out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself despite the trembling in her limbs. "Just... leave me alone." Her voice cracked as she turned away from him, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "I don't need this." She hurried down the hallway, disappearing around the corner before Bruce could respond or say anything else.
Alone in the quiet hallway, Aijou buried her face in her hands and sobbed, great racking tears shaking her body as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened between them... and what still needed to happen. The future looked bleaker than ever before, but at least now she knew one thing for certain: She couldn't keep pretending like Bruce didn't matter anymore.
I watch her leave, I feel sad and angry, why didn't I follow her... while my thoughts haunt me, I walk down the corridor without any direction, I start to sink into the shadows of my horrible thoughts
Her sobs slowly died away as Aijou made her way through the halls, not quite sure where she was going or what she planned to do once she got there. All she knew was that she needed a break from it all; from Bruce and his games and the pain he seemed incapable of understanding.
As she rounded another corner, she paused for a moment, wiping her face dry with the back of her hand before taking a deep breath to steady herself. She glanced down at her watch, realizing that if she hurried, she might still make it to the library before it closed for the day. Perhaps some quiet time alone with a good book would help clear her head and give her the perspective she needed.
With newfound determination burning in her eyes, Aijou hurried down the hallway, trying her best to forget about everything that had happened earlier... and what still might be to come. For now, she needed some peace; some time away from the pain and confusion that seemed to follow Bruce wherever he went.
while two days have passed, I am alone on a bench, in my dark thoughts since I hurt Aijou, I am cursed, I say in my head, I start to put my hands in my face and I start to get angry at myself without showing it
The library was always her sanctuary; a place where she could lose herself in the pages of a book and forget about everything else for a while. It had been two days since she'd seen or spoken to Bruce after their awkward encounter in the hallway, and every minute away from him felt like a small victory won against the relentless torment he seemed determined to inflict upon her.
As she sat at her usual table, Aijou tried to focus on her studies, but found herself constantly distracted by thoughts of him. Her heart ached whenever she remembered their past together and how much they had meant to each other once upon a time... It seemed like such a long time ago now.
She bit her lip, unsure whether to be angry or sad about the whole situation. Anger was easier; it made her feel powerful and in control. But sadness crept up on her sometimes, making her doubt herself and wonder if maybe she had been wrong about him all along... If maybe he really did deserve a second chance.
A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced up at the clock, realizing it was getting late. Reluctantly, she closed her books and gathered her things, ready to leave the sanctuary of the library behind for another day. As she stood up, she couldn't help but feel a knot form in her stomach; what lay ahead wasn't certain, but one thing was for sure: There was no going back to the way things were before Bruce had reappeared in her life.
With a deep breath, Aijou stepped out of the library and into the cool night air, determined not to let anything - or anyone - bring her down again. She had her goals now; she wouldn't allow herself to be distracted by anything else. Even if it meant ignoring Bruce forevermore...
while the night is silent, I sit alone in front of a tree, I meditate, concentrating my anger and sadness within myself
Her steps quickened as she left the library behind her; there was no point in lingering any longer than necessary now. The air outside felt crisp against her skin, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees around her. Despite the late hour, students still milled about on their way to and from various clubs or study groups, chattering animatedly as they made their way through the darkness.
Aijou made a mental note to find some new extracurricular activities to join; perhaps that would help take her mind off of things for a while. Or maybe she should just focus on her tennis career even more; push herself harder in practice and become the best player she could possibly be. Either way, she refused to let Bruce - or anyone else - get under her skin anymore.
As she walked across campus towards her dorm, Aijou took a deep breath, trying to banish all thoughts of him from her mind. It was getting easier now; she'd almost managed it tonight. With any luck, tomorrow would be even better.
But as the distance between them grew and her heartbeat slowly returned to normal, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. That no matter how hard she tried to push him away, he always seemed to find a way back into her thoughts...
while I stand in front of the tree alone with activities in the university, I take out a knife and I start to say "that's for having hurt Aijou.."I stab myself in the stomach then I remove the knife and I replace it and I say"that,....that's for being mean to her too!"I stab myself once more and blood flows from my stomach, tears flow from my face, I remain silent, I deserve to have been so mean to....Aijou
"Bruce!" A voice called out, barely audible above the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. Startled from her thoughts, Aijou turned in the direction of the voice, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. It was him; she could see his figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky, arms outstretched as he struggled to remain upright.
"No... please don't do this..." She whispered, tears streaming down her face as she forced herself into a run towards him. "Bruce, stop it! Please!" Her voice cracked with fear and desperation as she reached his side, taking his arm in hers and trying to steady him. He was hurt; there was blood on his shirt and hands... she couldn't bear the thought of losing him like this.
"I didn't mean it," he gasped out between ragged breaths. "It's all my fault... I should have never... I just wanted to make you..." His voice trailed off as he tried to stand on his own, swaying unsteadily. Aijou steadied him, her touch gentle despite everything that had happened between them.
"Shh... it's okay," she whispered soothingly, brushing a strand of hair from his blood-streaked forehead. "We can figure this out together. Just tell me what you need." For the first time since he'd reappeared in her life, there was an ember of something resembling hope burning in her chest... an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her limbs.
But then again, she thought with a sinking feeling, maybe it was just the shock of nearly losing him that made her feel this way... and not any real desire to forgive or forget
I breathe weakly and look at her "I.....I have a care kit in my bag, take it to treat me...I deserve it, it's my fault, I didn't want to 'annoying, and being so cold to you..... I should have stayed cool with you, even if... even if you intimidated me!'
Her heart ached as she looked into his bloodstained eyes; it was clear he was in pain both physically and emotionally. She didn't know what had brought this on - if it was something specific or just the culmination of everything that had happened between them over the years - but she couldn't stand by and watch him suffer any longer.
"Okay," she whispered, nodding as she reached out to take his hand in hers. "Come on; let's get you to the hospital." Together, they made their way across campus towards the nearest emergency room, Aijou supporting Bruce with a strength she didn't know she possessed. As they walked, she told him about everything that had happened over the past few days: how she had been avoiding him on purpose and why; how confused and hurt she was by his behavior.
For the first time in years, they spoke without the anger or resentment clouding their words, allowing for a sliver of understanding to creep between them. Perhaps there was still hope for them after all... but it would take more than just this one conversation to fix everything that had gone wrong. The road ahead would be long and difficult; fraught with obstacles both external and internal.
But at least now, they were taking the first step together... towards whatever lay beyond.
as the days pass since my accident, I enter the gym and I see Aijou training with motivation, I smile then I go to my gym to do bodybuilding exercises
As Aijou pushed herself through her training routine in the gym, she couldn't help but feel a sense of renewed determination coursing through her veins. The last few days had been spent in an emotional whirlwind; one moment filled with anger and frustration, the next consumed by guilt and regret. But through it all, one thing remained clear: she couldn't let Bruce control her life anymore.
Her eyes flickered in his direction as he entered the gym, already sweating from his own bodybuilding routine. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth; despite everything that had happened between them, it was reassuring to see him back on track too. Perhaps they could still be friends after all... or maybe something more. Only time would tell.
For now, though, she had her tennis career to focus on. As she practiced her serves and returns with renewed vigor, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie building between them; as if they were both working towards the same goal - to prove themselves not only to each other but to the world as well.
As the day drew to a close and Aijou made her way back to her dorm, she allowed herself a moment's pause before climbing into bed. She couldn't shake the feeling that things were changing between them; that perhaps there was still hope for something beautiful growing from the ashes of their past mistakes... but only if they both fought for it with everything they had.
as I knock on his door, I wait for his response and I say "it's Bruce, I'd like to talk to you without making you angry!" I go back silently
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she heard the knock on her door. She'd been expecting it; dreading it even more than she had anticipated. Taking a deep breath, Aijou steeled herself before opening the door, ready to face whatever Bruce had come here to say... or do.
"What is it?" she asked guardedly, not bothering to hide the wariness in her voice. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a part of her that didn't trust him completely; that feared he might have some sort of ulterior motive for seeking her out again.
Bruce's eyes met hers, and for a moment she thought she saw something like regret or sorrow flicker across his features before it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. "I just... I wanted to apologize," he said quietly, hesitantly. "For everything I've done; the way I treated you... how I hurt you." His voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence, betraying the emotion beneath his otherwise calm exterior.
Aijou felt her defenses begin to crumble as she listened to him speak. It wasn't what she had expected; not after everything that had happened between them in the past few days. But despite herself, she found herself wanting to believe him... at least a little bit. She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to respond.
"I-I accept your apology," she said eventually, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart in her ears. "But we need to talk about what happened and why you did it... I deserve that much at least." There was a long pause as they looked at each other; their gazes locked together like two wrestlers fighting for control over the situation.
"
I look at her and lower my head "since you were bullying me, I wanted more than you manipulating me or something like that, but I went too far, I'm really just pathetic.... "I stop talking and look at her, then I offer her a tennis racket with a drawing of her head and her favorite color and then I say it "I bought this for you, I know that the tennis tournament is tomorrow, then, give it your all, I know you can do it!”I smile and go out to rest
Her jaw clenched as she listened to his words; hearing him describe himself as pathetic only made it more difficult to maintain her anger towards him. But she refused to let herself be weak in front of him now; not after everything they had been through. "I'm sorry if I came across that way," she said carefully, refusing to meet his eyes. "But you were the one who kept pushing me away with your comments and your coldness... it wasn't easy, you know?"
Taking a deep breath, Aijou reached out to accept the tennis racket he had given her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and annoyance welling up inside her. "Thanks," she said finally, managing a weak smile. "I appreciate the support." With that, she closed the door behind him, leaning back against it with a sigh.
Aijou couldn't help but feel confused; even more so than before. She knew she shouldn't trust Bruce completely, but part of her wanted to believe that he had really changed this time... and that maybe there was hope for them after all. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making the uncertainty gnaw at her insides like a hungry wolf.
With a weary sigh, she climbed into bed, deciding to sleep on it and sort things out in the morning. Tomorrow was going to be another big day - the biggest yet - and she couldn't afford to let herself get sidetracked by thoughts of Bruce or anything else that didn't pertain directly to her tennis game.
while it's still night, I sneak into her dorm room discreetly and lie down next to her, I smell her pussy, she's not wearing any panties or bra, I caress her and start to kiss on the neck, while remaining in my silence, saying nothing
Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she felt a weight settle onto the bed beside her; instinctively she tensed, preparing herself for another argument or confrontation. But when she opened her eyes and saw it was Bruce lying there, she let out a shaky breath in relief. He looked so peaceful; almost angelic in the moonlight spilling through the window.
She glanced down at the tennis racket on her bedside table before turning back to him, studying his features for any sign of malice or deceit. As she continued to lie there, listening to his steady breathing and feeling the warmth of his body against hers, a strange sense of calm washed over her. It was almost... comforting.
Her lips parted slightly as he began to caress her neck and shoulder; so gentle that it sent shivers down her spine. His touch was different now; less rough and more tender than she remembered from before. As the seconds ticked by, Aijou found herself relaxing more and more into his embrace, savoring the closeness they were sharing even as a part of her wondered if this was all some sort of twisted dream.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she turned towards him, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Why?" she whispered, more confused than ever about where they stood and what exactly he wanted from her now. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, even through their pajamas; it was intoxicating, making it hard to think clearly.
Bruce kissed her gently on the forehead before whispering back, "because I love you... and I always have." His voice was so soft she could barely hear him over the sound of their racing hearts. Aijou closed her eyes tightly, willing