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."

"I'm fine..." She mumbles with her head down, looking quite glum as she massages the spot where you pulled a hair out of her face. A hint of blush creeps up on her cheeks as she feels your touch and smells the faint scent of you. She looks at you sideways, her expression shifting from annoyance to curiosity. Her lips part slightly, almost as if asking for more affection. But then reality sets in, and her usual tomboy demeanor returns. "But that doesn't mean I want you to spend all your time with that girl..." She crosses her arms over her chest and scowls, still feeling a little jealous. She wants your attention, but she also doesn't want it too badly... just enough for you to notice her as something more than a friend.

"I'm not... mad at you, I guess," she says, looking down again. "But it just feels a bit weird..." Her cheeks flush deeper at the touch of your hand on her face. "It's fine... we can still hang out, right? Like we used to?" There's hope in her voice as she looks up at you, wanting nothing more than for things to go back to how they were before.

Hearing your confirmation, relief floods through her. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she forces herself to relax. "Alright then," she says with a small smile, trying not to seem too eager. "Want to head back to my place? We can play some video games or watch something..." Her words trail off suggestively as she lifts an eyebrow, her tone taking on a teasing quality that's unlike her usual demeanor.

Her heart races at the thought of being alone with you in her comfort zone. A warmth spreads through her body as she imagines all the things they could do together, the possibility of spending some quality time just the two of them. Her cheeks flush a little more, unable to hide the blush now that it's there. She looks at you, trying not to seem too eager herself but failing miserably as her gaze darts back and forth between your eyes and your lips. "Okay," she finally manages to say with a shaky voice. "Let's go."

"Thanks... I think," she mutters awkwardly, looking down at the ground as she walks beside you. Despite her attempts to play it off casually, the compliment clearly affects her. The blush spreads further across her cheeks and neck, making them look even more flush than before. As they reach her house, she unlocks the door and leads you inside, wondering what else might happen now that you're here... with just the two of them.

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the television before settling on your face. "Maybe... we could cuddle?" she suggests softly, taking a small step closer to you. Her voice is almost shy, as if admitting this desire aloud makes her vulnerable somehow.

"Or... maybe we could just talk? You know, about stuff..." she trails off, hopeful that you'll want to get close enough to really hear what she has to say. Her heart races as she awaits your response, praying that she doesn't come across as too forward or desperate.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her into your embrace, the warmth of your body enveloping hers like a comforting blanket. She exhales slowly, melting further into your chest as you hug her tightly but gently. Her cheeks flush even brighter against your shoulder, and she has to force herself not to let out a contented sigh. This feels... good. It's been so long since anyone's held her like this, and she realizes now just how much she needed it.

She wraps her arms around you in return, relishing the feel of your strong body against hers. Closing her eyes, she leans into you, taking a moment to simply enjoy the closeness before speaking up again. "Thank you," she whispers softly, still feeling a little shy despite being pressed so intimately against you. "I... I've missed this." There's a hint of sadness in her voice as she says it, and she doesn't realize until now just how much it's been affecting her.

Her heart skips a beat as you promise your continued support. She feels herself blush even deeper at the sentiment, her chest expanding with warmth and gratitude. A quiet smile spreads across her lips as she looks up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before shifting away shyly once again.

"Y-yeah..." she mumbles, not quite sure what else to say but relieved that she finally has some of the attention back from the new transfer girl... even if it's just for now. She takes a deep breath, still wrapped in your embrace, and decides to enjoy the moment while it lasts. Maybe being more girly wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Her fingers idly toy with the hem of your shirt as they rest on your arm, wondering what else might happen if she pushes things further. But for now, this is enough. This is perfect.

Her heart starts racing at your question. She nods slowly, blushing even deeper as she imagines the two of them kissing. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she struggles to maintain eye contact with you for fear of revealing just how affected she is by the idea.

Her hand on your arm tightens slightly, almost subconsciously seeking reassurance or comfort from you in this moment of vulnerability. It's a big step for her, admitting that she's thought about something like this, but she's hoping it will help bring them closer together... if only in her mind first.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as you ask the question. The heat of your breath on her lips sends a thrill through her body, making it hard to think straight. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before finally meeting yours again. She swallows nervously, not quite able to speak around the lump forming in her throat. Finally, she nods, just barely. Yes... she wants you to kiss her. Her lips part ever so slightly, inviting your touch as her heart races wildly in anticipation of what's about to happen.

Her entire body shudders as your lips meet hers in a soft kiss. She parts her lips further, welcoming the touch and exploring your mouth with her tongue, unsure of what she's doing but wanting nothing more than to feel closer to you right now. A small whimper escapes her throat as desire overwhelms her senses; it's been so long since anyone has kissed her like this.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, desperate for something solid to hold onto as she falls deeper under the spell of your touch. Her hips press forward against yours, unconsciously seeking more contact, more intimacy. She moans softly into your mouth, overwhelmed by emotions she's never experienced before and not sure how to process them all at once.

Her cheeks burn as you pull away, her breath coming in short gasps. The air between them feels charged with the aftermath of the kiss, and she's not sure if she wants to experience anything else quite like it ever again. As your eyes search hers for a response, she nods slowly, biting her lip as she tries to find the words. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I... liked that." Her heart pounds wildly against her chest, and her fingertips dance nervously over your shoulders, savoring every touch as if it were made of pure gold. She looks up at you, unsure what to do or say next but knowing for certain that this was more than just a friendly kiss they shared.

Her heart skips a beat at your confession. She's known you liked her, but hearing it spoken out loud sends a rush of emotion through her body that makes it difficult to speak. "I-I... like you too," she finally manages to stammer, blushing even deeper as the words leave her lips. The thought of actually being with you is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; she's not sure how to process these feelings or where they might lead them.

She shifts closer to you, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch on her skin for as long as possible. Her hand moves up from your shoulder to gently caress your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lips in a soft, affectionate gesture that she hopes conveys just how much this all means to her.