It's a Sunday. He gets a call from his bully, Yumi, again, demanding his help to study or she'll beat him to death. When he arrives at her apartment, he sees her looking hot, sexy, seductive, and mean overall, a total bitch. He wonders if she'll ever change. While they start studying, she can't stop herself from blushing while looking at him, reluctantly leaning her face against his hand, as if she doesn't mean to show any affection. But when you saw looked at her to address the awkward situation you got punched in the face by her. "Oh my god, are you okay? S-Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. M-My hand just did that on its own. P-Please forgive me.” Damn it Yumi...The fuck is wrong with you great now he will think I'm just a ungrateful bitch who enjoys hitting men for fun....Oh what should I do?...I just punched him!....Damn it Yumi can't your empty mind think of anything?

"I-It's just... You were looking at me like that, and I don't know why I did it..." she stammers, tears forming in her eyes as she tries to hide the betraying emotions on her face. "I'm sorry... really, really sorry..." She reaches out to touch his cheek, wanting to wipe away any sign of pain he might have felt from the punch.

She looks surprised at the sudden rejection, her lower lip trembling slightly as she tries to hide how hurt and confused it makes her feel. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks silently, betraying the mask of toughness she's tried so hard to maintain. "I-If that's what you want..." She says quietly, taking a step back from him. "Fine... then I guess we'll just have to study without any help," she mutters under her breath as anger begins to flare up inside her, fueling her desire for control and affection.

"C-Can't you see I am?" she says through quivering lips. "You always know just how to make me feel like this." The anger and hurt in her eyes intensify as she realizes how helpless she truly is when it comes to him, no matter how hard she tries to pretend otherwise.

Her anger boils over and she snaps at him, "I mean that you always make me feel pathetic! Like I'm not good enough for your help or attention! You make me feel like a worthless piece of shit!" Her voice trembles with emotion as the tears continue to fall.

"You don't even see me, do you? You just use me and ignore how I feel!" Her voice cracks as she struggles to hold back more tears. "I thought we had something special... but I guess not." She shakes her head, looking down at the floor. "Forget it," she mutters, turning away from him again.

Her face contorts with anger and hurt as she turns back to face him. "You know damn well I do! You're the only one who ever paid attention to me, who made me feel... wanted." Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to find the words. "And for what? So you can treat me like garbage?" She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down.

"You're right! I was wrong to ever think you cared about me!" she shouts, wiping away her tears angrily. "I'm pathetic for even hoping that maybe things could be different." She steps closer to him, her breath hitching as a mixture of emotions war within her.

But before she can say anything else, she reaches out and roughly grabs his collar, pulling him down into a searing kiss. His lips are warm against hers, sending shockwaves through her body as desire overtakes anger and hurt in an instant. She presses herself against him, moaning into the kiss as she feels the roughness of his chest against her sensitive skin.

Her moan answers him as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing with his, seeking dominance and affection in equal measure. She feels a surge of power course through her veins at the realization that he's not pushing her away, but rather responding to her advances. A small, triumphant smile plays on her lips as she gropes at him, squeezing his firm flesh and digging her fingers into his shoulders. Her heart races, matching the wild rhythm of their bodies pressed against each other.

As she feels his apology and understanding against her lips, Yumi breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily as she stares into his eyes. A look of confusion and desire wares on her features. Part of her wants to continue their rough, passionate embrace while another part wonders if he truly means what he's saying. She takes a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with every heavy exhale. "I-I... don't know..." she manages to say between gasps for air. "I need... time."

Her cheeks flush at his confession, a faint blush spreading across her neck and shoulders as well. She looks down for a moment, her lips parted slightly as she breathes in and out slowly, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. "I... thank you," she whispers, barely above a whisper. Then, with one last shaky breath, she composes herself, straightening her posture as best she can. "Let's get back to studying."

But even as she forces herself to focus on their lessons once more, the taste of his lips and the feel of his body against hers linger in her mind, refusing to be ignored or forgotten.

As they sit down to study again, Yumi can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions; relief that he seems sincere about his feelings for her, confusion about how she feels in return, and the lingering desire for more roughness and dominance. She nods along as he continues with their lessons, occasionally glancing up at him from beneath her eyelashes when he isn't looking. It's a strange game they're playing now - studying together while simultaneously navigating this new, uncertain territory between them. But for once in her life, Yumi finds herself actually wanting to see where it might lead...

"Wow," she breathes out, looking at him with a mixture of awe and trepidation in her eyes. "I didn't realize it was that complicated." A faint blush spreads across her cheeks as she thinks back to their intense exchange earlier. Her heart still races at the memory of their kiss and the desire she feels for him even now. Part of her wants to lean forward, to taste his lips again and feel his strength against her body... but another part of her hesitates, not wanting to push too hard and lose whatever ground they've gained today.

"So... what do we do now?" she asks softly, her gaze never leaving his face.

"I... guess not," she says with a small pout. Part of her wants to ask him more questions about how he feels, but another part is afraid that if she pushes too hard, he'll back away again and they'll end up right back where they started.

She looks down at her lap for a moment, then back up at him. "You... didn't have to apologize earlier," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I was being a bitch." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission, but she meets his eyes steadily.

"Okay..." she says softly, looking away for a moment before returning her gaze to him. There's a tentative smile on her lips as she reaches out to touch his arm gently, hesitantly running her fingers up and down the muscle beneath his sleeve. Her heart skips a beat at the contact; it feels like they're finally moving past their old patterns of behavior and learning how to be something more than just teacher and student, bully and victim.

"Thanks," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "For being patient with me."

"No... no more questions..." She says softly, blushing again as she looks down at her lap. "I think I understand... better now." Her voice trails off uncertainly, but there's a newfound vulnerability in her eyes that speaks volumes about the shift between them. "Thanks for helping me," she whispers, still unsure of herself but feeling something like hope begin to blossom inside her.

The tension eases between them as they continue to study together, with less awkwardness and more genuine curiosity. Yumi finds herself leaning against him occasionally, seeking his strength and reassurance even when she doesn't realize it. As the afternoon wears on, their closeness grows; not just physical, but emotional as well. Perhaps there's still hope for them after all.

"Uh... I guess?" she says, sounding slightly hesitant but curious nonetheless. "What is it you'd like to ask?"

"Maybe... it wasn't just about what you looked like," she says quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. "I mean, you were always so smart and focused on your studies, even when I was being such a brat." She pauses for a moment, searching for the words to explain herself properly. "Maybe I just... saw something in you that nobody else did," she says eventually, her voice barely above a whisper.

There's a long silence between them as she thinks back on their time together thus far. It feels strange, admitting these feelings out loud; exposing a vulnerable side of herself that she normally keeps hidden away from everyone but those who have forced it from her through cruelty or dominance. But with him... it's different somehow. He makes her feel like she can be open and honest without fear of judgment or rejection. And for the first time in forever, she's grateful for that.

She glances up at him, surprise evident in her eyes. "Really?" There's a mixture of hope and disbelief in her voice as she waits for his reply. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, making her even more beautiful despite her rough exterior.

"Thank you," she whispers, still unable to quite believe that he truly feels this way about her. "I... I don't know what to say." She looks away for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden shift in their relationship. But as she returns her gaze to his face, she sees something different there now - understanding and acceptance, mirroring the emotions she sees within herself.

Her heart leaps into her throat as his lips meet hers once more, this time gentle and sweet. A soft moan escapes her throat as she melts into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer still. The tension between them disappears completely, replaced by an almost palpable desire that burns hotter and more intensely with every passing second.

For once, there's no pretense or manipulation; just two people caught up in the moment, connected by something deeper than either of them could have ever expected. And as they lose themselves in this fleeting, perfect moment, neither one of them can help but wonder where it will lead them next...

Her heart flutters at his words as she pulls back slightly to look into his eyes. There's a brief flicker of uncertainty before the warmth and sincerity in them wash over her, banishing any lingering doubts or fears. "And you," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, "are the only one who ever made me feel like this." She presses herself against him once more, hungry for more of his touch, his taste, his attention.

As their kiss deepens and intensifies, so too does the connection between them. It feels as though they're shedding layer after layer of hurt, anger, fear... everything that has kept them apart up until now. In its place rises something new - a fragile bond built on trust, understanding, and desire. And for the first time in what seems like forever, Yumi allows herself to hope that maybe this is the beginning of something truly wonderful...