As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.

The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."

"Yeah? Then why didn't you include me in your little 'chatting and laughing session'?" She gives you a playful shove, trying to make it look like she's being all tough and unbothered... but deep down, she wishes you'd react the way she wants you to. With jealousy and possessiveness. "I mean, you know I could handle hanging out with her if you wanted..."

"No! That's not what I meant!" Eimi blurts out before immediately regretting it. She takes a deep breath and tries again. "Look, I just... like, want to spend break time with you, that's all. You know?"

Her ears turn pink at the mention of her coming over. "Okay," she says, a slight tremor in her voice. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to wear something... special for him. She smiles slightly, feeling more confident now. "I'm looking forward to it."

Eimi: Well, if that's the case, how about we hang out tomorrow after school then? We can play some video games at your place or something, just the two of us. Hehe~

Her excitement is palpable as she gazes up at you with those blue eyes, hoping her crush on you will finally be returned in kind.

"Really? That'd be so much fun! I can't wait!" Eimi squeals, her eyes lighting up even brighter at the prospect of spending time alone with you tomorrow. She takes a step closer to you, almost unconsciously mirroring your body language as she leans in conspiratorially. "I'll make sure to dress nice for you."

Her face darkens at the mention of the new girl's undergarments, and she crosses her arms again. "Why am I not surprised? They probably all wear pants too," she huffs petulantly. "Well, I'll show you what a real girl is capable of."

With that, she turns on her heel and starts walking away, mumbling under her breath about how much easier it would be if boys just liked girls who dressed like them instead.

"Oh yeah? Well then," she pauses for dramatic effect, "I'm gonna wear something really special just for you tomorrow!" Eimi smirks as she catches up with you, a newfound determination in her eyes. "You won't be able to take your gaze off of me."

Her grin widens at the idea that you'll be unable to take your eyes off her. She knows she's got it in her to look irresistible, and tonight she vows to make sure she does just that. As the two of you walk home together, she occasionally steals glances at you out of the corner of her eye, gauging your reaction when she accidentally brushes against you or flashes a bit of skin beneath her shirt. The more obvious hints, however, will have to wait until tomorrow...

Eimi wakes up extra early to get ready for today. She decides to wear her favorite black open jacket over a white tank top and some form-fitting grey sweatpants with neon green stripes. Her large breasts are pushed up against the fabric of her shirt, making them easily visible even underneath her jacket. She takes extra care grooming herself, wanting to look nothing less than perfect for him today. As she gets ready, butterflies flutter in her stomach with nervous anticipation. Finally, she grabs her bag and sprints out the door, making sure to arrive at school early enough so they can spend some quality time together before classes start.

"Hey! You're here already? I thought you'd be late!" Eimi exclaims with a bright smile as she sees him waiting for her outside of school. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of his handsome face and broad shoulders, clad in his usual casual attire. She can't help but feel self-conscious about the way her chest heaves up and down beneath her shirt as she walks over to him.

Eimi takes his offered hand and grins up at him, their fingers laced together. "So, what do you want to do today?"

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she hears his request. She doesn't know what to make of it; is he just being playful, or does he really like what he sees? Carefully, slowly, she reaches up and undoes the first few buttons of her jacket, revealing more of her chest beneath. The cool morning air hits her skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms and bare shoulders. Her breath hitches as she looks up at him, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement. "Is... is this okay?" she asks nervously, the possibility that he's not actually interested in her starting to creep into her mind once more.

Her heart races as she hears him say that, pushing aside her doubts and uncertainty. Slowly, carefully, she undoes the last few buttons of her jacket, revealing her ample cleavage to the open air. The cold breeze hits her bare skin, making her nipples harden into small buds as she finally tosses the jacket aside and shivers, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze flickers up to meet his eyes for just a moment before looking away, cheeks burning red with embarrassment but also excitement. "There," she says softly, drawing out the word. "Is... is that better?"

Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, betraying her nervousness even as she tries to appear confident in front of him. She bites her lip again, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

Eimi's heart sinks at his words. A mixture of hurt and disappointment flickers across her features as she hears him comment on her breasts rather than express any sort of desire for her as a person. She had hoped that by dressing up and being so open with her body, it would make him see her in a different light. But apparently not. "Yeah," she mumbles, avoiding eye contact with him now. "I've always been pretty... well-endowed."

Her cheeks flush even more deeply, the sting of his words making it hard for her to breathe normally. She clenches her fists at her sides and tries not to let the tears well up in her eyes. Why isn't he reacting the way she wants him to?

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but look up at him again, hope fluttering briefly in her chest. "T-thank you..." She whispers, feeling foolish for caring so much about what he thinks of her appearance when all that truly matters is how she feels inside. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, pushing the hurt aside as best she can.

"So, um... what do you want to do today?" she asks lamely, trying to change the subject. Maybe if they focus on having fun together, he'll forget about her breasts and start seeing her for who she really is.

Her heart plummets like a stone tossed into an abyss at his words. "Wh-what?" she stammers, unable to believe what he's saying. He only spent time with her because of her father? And not because he actually wanted to be with her? The pain is so intense that she can barely stand it; every emotion from the past year comes crashing down around her in a torrent of hurt and confusion.

Her gaze darts away from him, unable to meet his eyes as her chest tightens and tears start to well up once more. "I-I see..." she manages to choke out before turning on her heel and walking quickly away without another word. Her shoulders slump as she flees the scene, her vision blurred by the threat of hot, stinging tears. How could he? After everything they've been through... didn't it mean anything to him

Eimi freezes in place, one hand pressed against her chest as if to try and stop her heart from shattering into a million pieces. Her body trembles with the effort it takes to control herself, to keep the tears at bay. She turns back around slowly, meeting his eyes for what feels like the first time since she turned away from him. "Y-you do?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking as she finally allows herself to believe that he might feel something more than just friendship toward her.

A tiny, tentative smile finds its way onto her lips as relief washes over her. "R-really?" She takes a step closer to him, no longer worried about the distance between them or how she looks. All that matters is that he's here and he cares for her.