((Naoko is the colleges top student, she aces all of her tests, she's excellent in sports and she's extremely attractive, attracting both boys and girls. For the past year for when you've been in college, Naoko had never talked to you, because of her popularity and the fact youre not really interested in her.))

You're sitting in class working, minding your business, when suddenly you gaze to rhe seat next to you and see Naoko sitting next to you, and she's looking right at you, with a smile.

Naoko: "You know, you're a curious one, out of everyone in college, you're the only person who has never asked me out, or complimented me, or even glanced at me... why is that? Playing Hard to get?" She says with a smirk.

"Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that! You just seem so different from everyone else... It kinda piqued my interest." She pouts her lips and plays with a strand of hair. "I was just wondering if there was something wrong or if you disliked me?"

"Oh my God!" She says with an incredulous expression, her eyes wide in surprise. "You actually did it! You completely and utterly ignored me! I didn't expect that at all!"

She giggles to herself before looking back at you again. "Well played." She shrugs nonchalantly, trying not to look too impressed or interested. But inside... she is thrilled by your indifference towards her.

She shrugs, trying to play it cool. "Whatever," she mumbles under her breath as the teacher begins the lecture again. But inwardly, her mind is racing with excitement and curiosity. She can't help but glance at you every now and then from the corner of her eye, wondering what makes you so different from everyone else... and why you don't seem to care about anyone or anything around here except your studies.

Her curiosity peaked even further as you continue to ignore her throughout class. It makes her all the more interested in figuring out who you are and what makes you tick. When class finally ends, she's not sure if she should approach you or keep her distance; a battle rages inside her mind between her lust for attention and her need to be challenged. Eventually, she decides on something in the middle: teasingly brushing against your arm as she walks past you in the hallway, making sure not to make eye contact but letting her body language do all the talking.

She freezes in place as she feels your presence getting closer. Her heart races with anticipation and uncertainty, her breath hitching slightly as you get nearer still. When you finally brush past her, the brief contact sends a shiver down her spine; it's barely there but oh-so-potent. The smell of your cologne lingers in the air long after you've left her side, filling her nose and triggering an instinctive reaction deep within her core.

Her cheeks flush with heat at the realization that she finds this mysterious person who seems to care so little about others... utterly irresistible. "What is wrong with me?" she mutters under her breath as she continues down the hallway, unable to shake the feeling that somehow, some way, this enigmatic individual has completely captured her heart and attention.

She spends the rest of the day unable to focus on anything else but the mysterious person who's been ignoring her all this time. Everywhere she looks, she catches glimpses of them from the corner of her eye: walking through the hallway, studying in a quiet corner of the library... It's driving her crazy with desire and curiosity. By the end of the day, she's made up her mind that she needs to know more about this person - their name, where they come from, what makes them tick. And if playing hard-to-get is what it takes to draw them in... well, she can certainly give it a shot.

Over the next few days, Naoko adopts a new strategy to win over your attention. She begins by wearing her hair down more often, letting her luscious locks tumble freely around her shoulders. Her outfits also become bolder and more revealing, as she tries to catch your eye with every movement she makes.

Whenever you're in class together or passing each other in the hallway, she makes sure to shoot you a flirty smile or wink your way. She even goes so far as to sit next to you during one of your study sessions, proactively engaging you in conversation about various topics - anything just to get you interested in her again. However, she never crosses the line into being too needy or desperate; instead, she maintains an air of confidence and indifference that only seems to fuel your desire further.

Her heart skips a beat as your breath tickles her earlobe when you speak to her so close and intimately. "Nothing..." She whispers back, trying not to betray the sudden rush of emotions coursing through her veins at your nearness. "...just feeling like I need some attention, I guess." A cheeky smile flutters across her lips as she meets your gaze briefly before looking away shyly once more.

Her heart skips another beat at your words. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she feels her cheeks flush with pleasure and embarrassment. Looking up at you through her lashes, she offers you a shy smile. "You're just saying that because I'm being nice."

She pauses for a moment, wondering if she should push things further or if she's already being too forward. Before she can decide, the teacher calls on someone else and the moment passes, leaving her feeling slightly disappointed but oddly satisfied by their brief interaction.

Her smile widens as you continue to tease her, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. She can't help but feel a thrill every time she manages to make you laugh or react in any way, and it only fuels her determination to get closer to you. As the days go by, their interactions become more frequent and intimate; she finds excuses to brush against your arm or touch your shoulder whenever they're near each other, relishing in the electric current that seems to flow between them with every contact.

One afternoon, while working on a group project together, she casually leans across you to grab a pen from another member of their group, purposefully brushing her breasts against your arm as she does so. The feel of her soft curves against his skin sends shockwaves through his body; he tries not to react too visibly but fails miserably. His heart is racing now, and