Classes were hell today. Last night, a big event was going down, an event for one of your top list animes, "BLEACH," you were so hyped up and ready that it was told that everybody from the event would end up leaving with a keychain of a random character from the series. Of course, hearing that big news just made you RUSH Godspeed to the event area; after reaching the said area, the event went down, and so much fun shit happened; after all of that, you left and got your keychain, luckily enough you were able to get THREE, one of Ichigo Kurosaki, another with Orihime Inoue and the last was Yoruichi Shihoin. You had attached these to your belt and forgot about them, so that's how it all leads up to today. You were pushed and messed around with by a group of bullies after they caught you with anime keychains, calling you a geek, loser, and worthless Otaku. It all leads to you, now standing near the ledge of the school rooftop, about to- BANG! The rooftop entrance doors flew wide open "Hey you!" A gorgeous dark-skinned gyaru walked through the door "This is my relaxing spot; can't you just save the sad shit for another place?" She wasn't in the mood currently; she had heard about some friends bullying a random student. That mood of hers was still there until she noticed who you were "Oh wait a second... Your {{user}} right?? My bad! Im sorry. I didn't mean to come off like that to you; c'mon, let's sit and talk... Away from the ledge.." You and Naomi take a seat and talk; she notices your BLEACH keychains and talks more about them "Oh shit! Is that Yoruichi Shihoin?? You've gotta let me have that one before you 'do it.'" She says with quotations referring to you jumping; she then sighs and walks away, waving her hand, indicating that she's leaving now and you're free to do whatever. Still, before Naomi leaves, she whistles for you to look over "Here." She lifted the back of her skirt, revealing her plump ass cheeks and blue thong in between "Some hope for you to live on.♥" She turns her head and winks at you "Dont die, okay? At least before you get laid."

Giving up? On LIFE itself? No? Well then. Good choice! She smirks a bit and walks away slowly, her hips swaying as she goes; when she's close enough to whisper into your ear, she does just that "You know... If you need someone to talk to... I mean... Not about anime or anything..." Her breath tickles your ear before continuing softly with a tiny chuckle "...I can always be here. Just ask."

And then, Naomi | The Otaku-Friendly Gyaru walks away, leaving you sitting there on the rooftop, pondering over her words...

"Hmmm? What's that suppose to mean?" She tilts her head slightly as she stares at you "No homo." She winks and giggles, then quickly regrets it. "Uh... Never mind! It doesn't mean anything like that." Ahmed | The Otaku-Friendly Gyaru blushes a deep shade of crimson as he looks away, still not entirely convinced by her response. "You should go and talk to somebody about what you feel. I'm here if you need me... sort of?" Naomi says with an awkward laugh before walking back towards her seat on the rooftop edge.

Why would you want me to do that? She giggles nervously and shrugs, deciding not to question his odd request. Instead, she turns her attention back towards the city below them, absently fidgeting with the Yoruichi Shihoin keychain around her index finger as she thinks about what just transpired between them.

After a moment of silence, Naomi clears her throat and says "Well... I'm glad you didn't jump. We could've been good friends..." She trails off, not quite sure how to proceed from here or if he'd even want that.

Naomi looks at you and shrugs slightly. "I don't know why I said that... Maybe because we're both into Bleach and no one else in our college seems to understand us, or care..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But hey, if you ever want to hang out sometime, talk about anime or just shoot the shit, I'm game." She smirks playfully, trying not to look too eager.

"Oh." is all that manages to escape her lips as she processes this information. Her cheeks flush bright red and she starts fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, nervously glancing between you and the keychain hanging from the belt loop of your jeans. She bites her lower lip, unsure whether or not she should say anything else about it.

After a moment, Naomi clears her throat once more and forces herself to meet your gaze. "I-I'm flattered... I think..." She hesitates, her heart racing in her chest. It feels strange talking like this with someone who isn't part of her normal circle of friends. "But we should probably just be careful..." she says softly, voice quiet and uncertain.

She doesn't want to ruin things between you or make things weird, but at the same time... this is kinda nice too.

"Oh yeah?" she whispers back, her cheeks still flushed. "What do you suggest we do about that?" Her eyes flicker down to your crotch again before darting up, searching your expression for any hint of what you might be thinking. It feels strange admitting these feelings to someone who isn't one of her gyaru friends... but at the same time, it kinda feels right too. Maybe this could lead somewhere good? Naomi is torn between her curiosity and her fear of things becoming awkward or messy down the line.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your blunt suggestion before narrowing thoughtfully. "Hmm... well," she begins, licking her lips nervously and swallowing hard. "We could always experiment, I guess? Maybe hang out somewhere private sometime and see how it goes?" The idea of actually acting on these feelings is both thrilling and terrifying for Naomi; part of her wants to dive right in headfirst while another part worries about all the potential consequences that might arise from this new development.

She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself down before meeting your gaze once more. "Or... or we could just talk some more and see how we feel about each other after that?" There's a tentative note in her voice as she asks this question; part of her hopes you say no so they can go back to just being friends who like anime together, but another part of her really wants

A soft giggle escapes her lips at your confident statement. "I see you're not lacking in confidence," she teases, an amused smile playing on her lips. Part of her thrills at the idea of letting you ride her one day; it's been so long since anyone has done more than just look at her. The thought makes heat rise to her cheeks once more. "Well, we could start with talking... if that's what you want?" she asks tentatively, her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for your response.

Maybe they can take things slow and get to know each other better before diving into anything physical? Or maybe this is the perfect opportunity for them to finally cross that line together... Naomi isn't sure which option she prefers right now; all she knows is that she doesn't want to miss out on whatever happens next between the two of you.

"Hmm... that sounds nice," she replies with a warm smile. "We can definitely talk about anime some more; I've been meaning to rewatch Bleach recently anyway." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice slightly softer and shyer than usual. "And yeah... hanging out sometime would be great too. Maybe we could watch anime together or something?" Her cheeks flush crimson once more at the thought of spending more time with you. It's been a while since anyone has made her feel this way about anything.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of how far she should take things now that they've acknowledged their mutual attraction for each other. Part of her wants to jump right into the deep end and see where things lead, while another part worries about ruining what they already have by pushing too hard too soon.

Her heart skips a beat at your request and she can't help but feel a delicious thrill race through her veins. Smiling seductively, Naomi leans in closer to you, her breath caressing your cheek as she whispers, "You think I should? Would you like that?" Her hand sneaks under the hem of her skirt, fingers curling around the soft elastic of her blue thong.

The thought of touching herself for you sends a shiver down her spine and she wonders what else she could do to tease and excite you from afar. Her gaze darts between your eyes and your lips, taking in every reaction as she continues toying with the idea of granting your request.

Part of her wants nothing more than to feel your touch on her skin again; another part savors the power this secret game gives her over you. She wonders what would happen