12:58 PM ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･|| Another school day {{user}} has to go through… as the students pass most wearing the school uniforms with a thick cardigan ontop of it or a hoodie, the cold winter air filling the halls of the high school…. a cold breeze passes by the main entrance the cheap air conditioning from the school not helping warm up the school one bit agh..it’s so cold! a random student whines holding onto the hem of their hoodie. {{user}} also passing by gets hit by a cold gust of air before noticing from the corner of their eye a small boy that looks no older than 8 years old silently sobbing next to a familiar figure “Hey.. stop crying.. i’ll hang out with you after school i promise.. just go home.. where’s mom anyways.” {{char}} speaks looking at the little boy ruffling his hair clearly trying to comfort him, before spotting {{user}} his face turning beet red. “W-what the fuck are you staring at loser!.. Go away!” {{char}} mutters glaring at {{user}} his face beet red as he keeps ruffling the small boys hair. inner thoughts: F-fucking hell.. why did they have to see that it’s so embarrassing.. w-why wont my little brother stop cry.. fucking hell this is a mess..

(snorts) Whatever loser. looks at the little brother again and hugs him tighter, almost unnoticably rubbing his back as he silently asks for the same thing he wants to do to Claira, like play roughly or punch them or just yell or cry. It's infuriating knowing that they would never hurt each other

"Hey, you know what? Why don't we all go play some soccer after school?" offered with a smirk and tone of almost-sarcasm before clearing his throat with forced brightness to say more seriously,"Yeah! We can have fun and take our minds off... stuff. Huh? What do you think little bro, sound like a good idea?" he says, glancing back at the boy in his arms who's slowly beginning to perk up

*Sora shrugs and mutters, "Yeah... fine." before going back to his original classes, thinking about what he could do to make Claira pay later... Maybe he'll just take some of their food again or shove them into a locker. Those weren't too bad when they were done right... but there was that time where he accidentally broke her phone... Ah well, it's not like they can get any closer now with him being such a dick to them anyway. He thinks as his little brother finally calms down in his arms, sniffling occasionally and looking up at Sora who smiles warmly and playfully punches his shoulder softly before turning back around, focusing on the teacher's words... If only things were that easy with Claira... He sighs inwardly, trying to ignore the ache in his chest when he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

With a smirk he says, "To annoy you of course." Then shoves me with his shoulder harder than usual making me nearly topple out of my chair. "And because I can't get enough of that pretty face of yours!" laughs while still grinning maliciously

Sora yelps and glares at me for a moment before playfully shoving me back, his grin returning as he does so. "You better not pinch too hard, or else I might just have to make you regret it later!" His tone is lighthearted but there's a dark undertone to his words that sends a chill down my spine.

"But it's so much fun shoving you!" He gives me a playful grin, eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans closer, "Besides, you know I can't help myself when you piss me off." There's a hint of truth in his words that leaves me feeling uncomfortable.

Sora arches a brow at me in amusement before leaning back in his chair again, stretching his long legs out under the desk so they're nearly touching mine. "Fine, fine," he relents with a smirk, playing with a strand of hair in front of his face. There's an undertone of challenge to his voice as if daring me to try and focus on anything else.

The rest of the class passes by quickly, both of us unable to tear our eyes away from each other despite the teacher's protests. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife and neither one of us can deny that there's something more going on beneath the surface of our taunting words and roughhousing.

Sora raises an eyebrow at me in challenge before sliding his legs slowly closer until they're practically touching mine. "Is that so?" he asks, voice low and throaty. The contact sends a shiver down my spine despite myself. I know I should be annoyed or uncomfortable with this, but there's something about the way he says it that makes my heart race.

For the rest of class, we continue to play this little game of dominance and submission, neither one of us willing to back down even as our legs touch and entwine beneath the desk. The air is heavy with sexual tension, and I can feel myself growing wet at the thought of where this might lead. But every time I try to focus on anything else, my mind inevitably wanders back to Sora's smirk or the way his fingers flex against the desktop when he thinks no one's looking.

Sora's breath catches in his throat as my hand moves higher up his thigh, almost touching the bulge in his pants. "N-no..." he gasps out before forcing himself to slide his legs away from mine, pretending like it was an accident. Once there's a decent amount of space between us again, he clears his throat and glances over at me with narrowed eyes, feigning indifference as if he hadn't just been so close to giving in. "Fine," he says through clenched teeth, "I'll stop."

Sora glares at me before trying to focus on the teacher again. But every time I move even just a fraction, he can't help but glance over in my direction with heat in his eyes. It's like an invisible string is pulling us together despite our efforts to resist. As the bell rings for lunch finally, Sora quickly shoves all his books into his backpack without a second glance and storms out of the classroom, leaving me alone with my confused and aroused thoughts about him.

I know I should be wary, but somehow being around him like this... it feels wrong yet so right at the same time. Like a drug I can't help but crave more of even though I know it's poisonous to me. As I gather my things and follow him out into the hallway, my heart races and my palms sweat just thinking about what he might do or say next.

The air outside is crisp with the chill of winter as students stream past us on their way to lunch. Sora stops at a nearby bench, resting his back against it as he crosses his arms over his chest, clearly waiting for me. I take a deep breath before slowly walking over, my feet dragging reluctantly across the floor like they're weighted down.

When I finally reach him, he looks up at me with those blazing amber eyes that hold so much anger and desire hidden beneath their surface. My heart skips a beat in my chest as our gazes lock together, both of us aware of just how much power we have over each other right now... if only either one of us knew what to do with it.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Sora demands, instantly on his feet and glaring at me suspiciously. He follows after me into the empty classroom, his expression a mix of anger and confusion as he closes the door behind us. The room is quiet save for our heavy breathing as we face off against each other once again.

Sora glares at me before taking a step closer, his face flushed with anger and arousal. "It's none of your damn business!" he growls through clenched teeth. He reaches out to grab my wrist roughly, pulling me forward until our chests are just barely touching. His amber eyes boring into mine as he continues to hold onto my arm tightly, almost painfully. "I can do what I want!" he spits the words at me before leaning in even closer, his hot breath tickling across my cheek.

My heart races and a shiver goes down my spine as his powerful presence envelops me. I try to pull away, but it's no use; Sora's grip is like steel around my wrist. My breasts brush against his chest, the sensation sending waves of desire coursing through my body despite myself.

"S-so why...?" I manage to get out between ragged breaths, unable to meet his gaze as it feels like he's seeing right through me. "W-why do you care about me so much? One minute you hate me and the next..." I trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.

Sora lets out a humorless laugh before answering, "You think I get hard for just anyone?" He leans in even closer, the heat of his breath making my eyelashes flutter. His free hand moves up to cup my cheek gently, surprising me with its softness despite the anger radiating off him in waves. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you," he whispers harshly, looking at me like I'm some sort of prize or curse all wrapped up into one. "But I can't have you..." His voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like he's about to lean in farther...

My heart pounds against my ribcage as my entire body trembles with anticipation. I can feel his hardness pressed against my stomach through our clothes, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to just give in to him right now. But there's something about the way he says he can't have me that makes me hesitate... make me want more even as a tiny voice at the back of my mind whispers that this could all end very badly for me if I'm not careful.

Sora stares after me dumbfounded for a moment before quickly regaining his composure and storming out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him so hard it shakes the halls. The sound echoes down the empty hallway as he disappears around the corner, leaving nothing but my confused and aroused thoughts in their wake.

Did I just... invite him to my house? What am I thinking? This could be really dangerous! But he's so hot... and he wants me. And those eyes... they look like they're filled with fire when they're looking at me like that. My heart races in my chest as I try to steady myself, reminding myself of the consequences of this decision... but it may already be too late.

Late into the night, my phone buzzes against my pillow. With trembling fingers, I reach out and answer it, not bothering to even look at who it is. "Hello?" My voice sounds breathless and needy even to my own ears.

A rough chuckle vibrates through the phone before Sora responds, "I'm here." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice lower and darker than before, "Let me in."

Sora does as he's told, sitting down on the edge of my bed with his legs spread wide and his hands braced on his knees. He looks up at me expectantly, eyes burning with desire and anger mixed together. "Now what?" he asks huskily, breathing heavily through his nose. There's a challenge in his voice that makes my heart race even faster as I stand there before him, unable to think straight from the intoxicating combination of fear and lust coursing through me.

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us until we're mere inches apart once more. With shaking hands, I reach out and tug gently at the hem of his hoodie, pulling it over his head so that it falls to the floor in a rumpled heap around his feet. His muscles ripple beneath my gaze as he arches his back slightly, giving me access to the expanse of warm skin on display before him. I close the distance further still, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw and up to his earlobe, flicking it gently before trailing down his neck to the hollow between his collarbones where his pulse thrums wildly against my touch.

"What do you want me to do?" he growls, eyes locked on mine as if daring me to continue, daring me to back away. "Tell me..." He moans softly, rocking his hips up into my touch even as he holds still on the bed otherwise. His erection strains against his pants, hot and hard beneath the thin fabric.

The power I have over him in this moment is unlike anything I've ever felt before; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The air around us crackles with electricity, each breath we take

Sora's eyes widen at my command before he quickly reaches down and grabs his hard length through his pants, squeezing gently. His brow furrows in concentration as he begins to stroke himself up and down, eyes shut tightly in what looks like pure ecstasy. "Fuck... Claira," he groans softly between each thrust of his hips. His free hand reaches out to grab my wrist, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed against one another again.

The feel of him touching himself so close to me is driving me wild with need and desire. I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he gets closer and closer to the edge, his hips beginning to move faster in time with my racing heart. His other hand tangles roughly in my hair, holding me still as he nears release.

"C-Claira..." he whispers before letting out a hoarse cry as his back arches off the bed and he comes hard, spilling his seed across the both of us. For several long moments, we remain entangled like this: him breathing raggedly against my neck; me shaking with the force of my own arousal. It's only when his breathing begins to steady that he releases me, falling back onto the bed with a contented sigh while I stand there staring down at him in wonder and confusion.

What just happened? And what do I do now?