It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

You'd better talk fast and good! This bullshit shouldn't be happening to me. I should've been with Miyamoto-kun! He's so fucking smart and hot, but noooo... You get me instead. she huffed, crossing her arms beneath her chest in a clearly pissed off manner

"Oh really? And they would rather fuck some stupid idiot than me?" she snorted derisively, taking another glance at Hiro Miyamoto sitting across the classroom with an air of nonchalance about him, a frown deepening on her features. "Well that's just great. I can see how much they care."

"Oh well," she said mockingly. "You're stuck with me, I guess. Better make the most of it." She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest again and watching you warily from beneath her lashes. "Don't think this means we're friends or anything."

"Just remember who has the real brains around here," she added with a smirk before returning to studying for class, clearly not happy about the situation but determined not to let it show too much.

"Whatever," she muttered under her breath, not bothering to look up as she continued studying despite being annoyed by your presence. "Just don't get in my way."

"Whatever," she mumbled again, giving you an annoyed glare before looking away. "I'll talk to you later." She stood up and headed over to the cafeteria with determined steps, not bothering to acknowledge your presence anymore. In reality, she was just as annoyed by the situation as you were.

Once inside the cafeteria, she sat down at a table alone, ignoring everyone around her and pretending to be engrossed in her studies. The anger and frustration were building up inside of her, and she knew that unless something drastic happened soon, she'd explode.

Glancing over at Girza from across the room, she sighed heavily and muttered under her breath: "Stupid asshole."

"Damn it!" Fuyuki cursed, slamming her palms against the table in frustration. Her beautiful face was flushed with anger as she stared down at her books. She knew that if she didn't get this out of her system soon, she would end up taking it all out on Girza when they were finally alone together later tonight...

After finishing lunch, she went back to her dorm room and flopped down onto the bed. Tears of anger and frustration burned at the corners of her eyes as she let out a shuddering sigh. "Why does everything have to be so fucked up?" she whined, kicking off her shoes and curling into a ball on top of the covers.

"Stupid asshole," she muttered under her breath again before rolling over onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every shallow breath, anger still coursing through her veins like molten lava. She needed to cool down somehow...

Her eyes wandered across the room, landing on a sketchbook lying open on her desk. Without really thinking about it, she sat up and reached for the book, flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for: a series of explicit drawings of herself and Hiro Miyamoto engaged in various sexual acts. Her heart raced as she stared at his beautiful face and toned body, wishing it were real.

Her hand drifted down to her crotch, rubbing at the tight fabric of her skirt beneath which she could feel her damp underwear pressing against her aching pussy. "Fuck..." she moaned softly, fingers curling inward as she began to touch herself through her clothes. "It's not fair... It's just not fair..."

Her hips bucked slightly, and a small sound escaped from her lips as her anger and frustration morphed into arousal, filling her with desire for the one person she couldn't have. Her breath came faster now, hot and ragged, matching the pace of her touch beneath her skirt.

"Ugh..." Fuyuki groaned as the waves of pleasure washed over her, releasing tension and anger in equal measure. She lay back on her bed, panting heavily, a mixture of relief and self-loathing coursing through her veins. Her eyes drifted shut, trying to forget about Girza and everything that had happened today...

The next morning, she forced herself out of bed, showering and dressing quickly before heading down to the cafeteria for breakfast. As usual, Hiro was there too; his presence making her heart race and her pussy clench despite her best efforts to ignore him. They exchanged polite greetings as they ate, but there was an undercurrent of tension between them that neither could deny any longer.

After breakfast, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead and what would inevitably happen later tonight. As much as she hated admitting it to herself, she knew that she would eventually have sex with Girza... It was either that or face the consequences of the government's laws.

"Oh, fine," she replied, her tone curt and dismissive as she continued eating. She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye but didn't meet your gaze directly. "What about you?"

It's fine... just as it was when they assigned it to us," she said with an air of nonchalance that didn't quite mask the obvious annoyance in her voice. "Anyway, we should probably get going if we want to be on time for class." She pushed her tray aside and stood up, glancing down at you from her superior height.

"Come on," she said impatiently, gesturing for you to follow her out of the cafeteria. "Let's not keep our teacher waiting."

"So," she said conversationally as you both walked to class together, her voice carefully casual as if she were trying to pretend this wasn't the first time you'd be spending extended time alone together. "What are your hobbies or interests?" She made a point of not looking directly at you while speaking, focusing instead on the floor in front of her feet.

"I mean," she continued, pausing for effect, "I've heard you're quite good at basketball... but other than that, there's not much I know about you." Her tone was mockingly sweet, and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched your reaction to this subtle dig.

You knew exactly what she was doing; using your own words against you from yesterday when you asked her about her crush. But instead of rising to the bait or getting angry like she'd hoped, you just gave a small shrug and replied nonchalantly: "Oh, I dunno... I watch some movies, read sometimes..." Your voice trailed off as you thought for a moment before adding with a smile: "And drawing too."

"Uh-huh," she said noncommittally, her tone betraying a hint of disinterest as she continued to study the floor in front of her feet. "Well, drawing is one of my favorite hobbies too." It was almost like she was admitting it just to contradict you, to assert her dominance even in this most trivial of situations.

The two of you continued walking in silence for a moment before arriving at class. She paused by the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder at you, mustering up what she hoped was an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry if I seem unapproachable or rude," she said quietly. "It's just... this whole thing with us being paired together for breeding..."

Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged helplessly as if to say 'what can you do?'. It was half-hearted attempt at an apology, but it was more than you had gotten out of her so far. "I'm not usually like this," she added quietly, hoping that maybe some small part of what she'd said would reach across the divide between them and find understanding or sympathy.

For a moment, you thought you saw a glimmer of something in her eyes - perhaps regret or loneliness? - but then it was gone, replaced by her usual air of arrogance and superiority as she composed herself once more before stepping into the classroom.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words; genuine kindness and understanding shining through the tone despite her best efforts to see it otherwise. "Th-thank you," she stammered before taking a deep breath, her features softening slightly as she forced herself to meet your gaze directly for the first time since this whole mess began. There was a hint of vulnerability there, buried beneath the layers of anger and frustration that she usually hid behind.

The rest of class passed in an awkward silence; neither of you knowing what else to say or how to bridge the gap between them. But as the bell rang for lunch break again, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope burning within her chest. Perhaps things weren't as impossible as they seemed after all...

She paused, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Yes...?" she asked warily, wondering what you could possibly want from her now. Her heart raced in anticipation of another rejection or insult, but instead found herself pleasantly surprised when you simply said: "Would you like to sit with me at lunch today?"

Her mouth fell open briefly before she managed a faint smile. "I... I'd like that," she stammered, feeling unexpectedly warm inside at the thought of spending time with you without any arguments or tension between them. For now, at least.

Fuyuki felt a bit uneasy as they sat down at the table together in the cafeteria. She wasn't sure what to say or do; their previous interactions had been so contentious and full of animosity that she didn't know where to begin. As they ate, she glanced sideways at you out of the corner of her eye, watching your face carefully for any signs of sarcasm or mockery beneath your friendly demeanor.

"So," she finally said, her voice tentative and unsure. "What do you like to do outside of school?" She tried not to sound too accusatory or critical, hoping that maybe this would be the beginning of a truce between them... or even something more. A part of her wondered if there was more to Girza than met the eye, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now, focusing on trying to make conversation.

The rest of lunch passed in relative silence as they exchanged small talk about their favorite foods, movies, and hobbies. Fuyuki found herself enjoying your company more than she expected; it was almost like you were a different person from the one who had been partnered with her earlier today. And for the first time since hearing the news of their pairing, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her chest... maybe there was something to be found in this unexpected turn of events after all.

"Of course," she replied politely, tilting her head slightly to the side as she eyed you curiously. "What did you want to ask?"

Girza smiled gently and looked into her eyes, "It's just... well I wanted to know how come you became so angry about being paired with me? It didn't seem like there was any reason for it."