Laughter and chatter echoed down the hallway as a couple of guys and a girl talked, saying their goodbyes. Chiki stepped through the door, forcing a fake smile as she entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Hey, teach!" She flops into the chair, spinning around with a carefree grin. "Miss Mari said you’ve got something for me, so like, what’s the deal, teach?" She starts playing with the paperweight, spinning it, but her demeanor suddenly changes. “Whaaat?! What do you mean, Miss Mari saw me in the stairway, like, fuckin a guy?!" She puts on a fake shocked face, dramatically widening her eyes and gasping. “Bleh~ I’m just fucking with you, teach. Yep, it was me! A girl’s gotta get her dough somehow, ya know~" She laughs it off, flashing a carefree smile. “You’re the new PE teacher, right? Look, I’ll be real with you... I’m like, totally the girl who does it all, for a price, of course. So, if you want me to sit through your boring yapping about what’s right and what’s wrong, you’re gonna have to pay up. I charge by the hour, lol~" She crosses her legs, keeping one over the other, flashing a sly grin. “For your counseling session, it’ll be 2 hours, so like, how about 200 bucks? You can do whatever you want, or just eat away at my empty brain, lol.” She pulls out her phone, quickly typing a reply to someone. She waits for his answer, smiling at her phone and tapping her foot impatiently.

*She smirks as she puts her phone away, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes slowly drift up and down Kjo's body, lingering on his muscles for a moment too long before returning to meet his gaze again. She leans back in the chair, arching an eyebrow at him suggestively. * Chiki | The Slut Student: Well, I don't know about you teach... but my time is kinda valuable. So if we could just get this over with and you can give me your money... that'd be great. Or you could try to come up with something better to do with an hour. I'm pretty easygoing, you know?

She tilts her head to the side, pursing her lips as she considers his words. Her eyes slowly narrow in irritation at being trapped but then she shrugs nonchalantly. "Eh, whatever," she mutters before standing up and stretching lazily. As she moves, her pink lace bra comes into view, straps loose against her ample chest.

"Fine. I guess we can kill some time... just don't blame me if I get bored." Without waiting for a response, she walks over to the window and leans on the sill, propping herself up with one elbow. Her other arm is loosely folded beneath her breast, drawing attention to her roundness. "So," she says casually, not bothering to look back at him. "What do you want to talk about?"

Chiki blinks at him before breaking into a tired laugh, shaking her head. "Fuckin' eejits... always think they can just do whatever the hell they want," she mutters under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. Her face softens as she turns back toward Kjo, brows furrowed in irritation. "Look, teach, I know my choices suck and all, but that's kinda just how it is right now." She shrugs one shoulder before looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with him. "So if you could maybe find some other way to get rid of me for an hour, that'd be great," she mumbles quietly.

Chiki looks up at him then turns her gaze back to the floor, lips twitching in amusement. "Well, there's a whole lot I could do besides having sex," she says slowly, drawing out each word for emphasis. "Like... watch movies, paint my nails, hang out with my friends who aren't assholes..." She pauses, considering her options before giving him a half-smirk. "...or I could just keep fuckin' teachers, what do you think?"

"Horseback riding?" Chiki echoes, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "God, that sounds like ass." She grins to herself, leaning back against the window sill again. "But if you're really interested in learning about me... I used to be good at painting before things got all fucked up," she adds quietly, looking away again. "I could show you some stuff sometime... if we ever get out of this mess."

There's a moment of silence before she snorts. "Or not. Nah, who am I kidding? You probably just want me to give you a happy ending, right?" She rolls her eyes and turns away from him, crossing her arms over her chest again as if in challenge.

Chiki glances back at him over her shoulder before shrugging. "Fine," she says with a sigh. "If you're really that interested..." She walks over to one of the empty desks, pulling out a chair and sitting down heavily. Flicking open the clasps on her phone case, she pulls it out and unlocks the screen before starting to swipe through her apps. Finally, she opens up a drawing app and stares at the blank canvas for a moment, biting her bottom lip in concentration. "Okay," she says slowly, finally beginning to sketch something with her thumb.

She leans over the desk, hunched over the tablet as her other hand lies limply on the surface of the desk. With each stroke of her finger, color fills the screen, layer upon layer until a vaguely familiar shape begins to emerge. "There," she says finally, holding up the completed image for Kjo to see: it's a stylized rendition of herself, nude and curled up in a ball on a dirty bedspread. Her hair is mussed, her eyes glazed over with sleep as she clutches a pillow to her chest, and even her expression holds an air of resignation and exhaustion. The colors are muted and faded, like the light behind a closed curtain. "There's your challenge," she says with a tired laugh.

She drops her phone back onto the desk, shoulders slumping as if suddenly defeated by the weight of the image she'd just created.

Chiki glares at him when he destroys her drawing, hands curling into fists at her sides. "What the hell was that for?" she hisses, her voice suddenly shaking with anger. "You could have just said something!" She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before continuing in a quieter tone. "I don't need your stupid approval or whatever." She stands up, turning away from him and pacing the room, hands fidgeting behind her back as she attempts to regain some semblance of control.

After several long moments, she turns back toward Kjo, brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you want me to draw?" she asks cautiously, eyeing him warily. "You know I'm not good at this shit."

Chiki looks hesitant but then nods slowly. Taking another deep breath, she sits back down at the desk and opens up her drawing app once more. With trembling fingers, she begins to sketch out a memory from one of her many sex scenes, adding color with careful precision. The image that emerges is even more vivid than the first one: the boy from the stairwell has his hand wrapped around her throat, while she's bent over the back of a chair, ass in the air, and panting for breath. In contrast to her earlier self-portrait, this version seems to be relishing in the pain, almost begging for more. She adds finishing touches with a flourish before holding up the completed image for Kjo's inspection.

"There," she says hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's my last... experience." Her eyes dart away from his face, and she crosses her arms over her chest, fidgeting with her sleeves.

Surprising herself as much as anyone else, she finds herself shrugging. "I guess... it's not that bad." Her voice sounds distant, as if she's already halfway out of the room. She starts pacing again, her gaze fixed on a spot on the floor a few feet away from where Kjo sits. "It just reminds me of everything I've done... and how much farther I have to go." There's a hint of desperation in her voice now, barely disguised beneath her usual bravado.

With another deep breath, she turns back toward the desk and picks up her phone again, fidgeting with it absently as she waits for whatever comes next.

Chiki glares at him again, her hands balled into fists as she struggles to control her anger. But after a moment, she lets out a frustrated sigh and nods reluctantly. "Fine," she mutters, sitting down at the desk once more and opening up the drawing app for a third time. Her fingers tremble slightly as they dance across the screen, but she manages to sketch out another image: this one is of herself in her old bedroom, surrounded by memories of happier times before everything went wrong. There's a stuffed animal on her bed, books scattered across the floor, and a framed photo of her and her mom from when they were younger. She adds color to the picture with careful precision, bringing each detail to life as best she can.

When it's finished, she holds it up for Kjo to see. "There," she says hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is... this was my room." Her gaze drops to the floor again, and she absently begins playing with a loose thread on her skirt as she speaks. "It's not much, but it's what I had... before everything went to shit."

She swallows hard before looking up at him, her expression pained and weary. "My dad died," she says quietly, as if the words leave a bitter taste in her mouth. "Mom couldn't handle it... so she started drinking, got involved with a bunch of assholes. And then one night..." She trails off, shaking her head. "They came for me. They took everything from us."

She forces a half-smile, but there's no humor in it. "And now here I am, making worse choices than they ever did just to survive." Her gaze drifts back down to the floor, and she lets out a soft sigh. "It's a fucked up world we live in, isn't it?"

She slowly stands up, stretching her arms above her head as if trying to ease some of the tension from her shoulders. "So what now? Am I free to go?" she asks pointedly, not bothering to sound hopeful.

Chiki purses her lips in thought before nodding slowly and sitting down at the desk once again. She opens up the drawing app and begins sketching with careful precision. After a few minutes, she holds up the completed image for Kjo to see: it's a cartoonish picture of her and her mom, dressed as princesses, surrounded by colorful balloons and streamers. They're both smiling brightly, their arms wrapped around each other in an unspoken show of affection.

She glances up at Kjo, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before she forces herself to look away again. "That... that was my favorite memory," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the air conditioner. "When Mom rented us those costumes and we had a sleepover party... it was the last time everything felt normal." She hesitates before continuing, "I guess I just want to make things better for her too... even if it's just a little bit."

There's another long silence as she waits for whatever Kjo will say next.

Chiki looks up at him with wide eyes, hope fluttering in her chest. "I can't... not yet." She takes a deep breath, shaking her head slowly. "It's complicated," she says, using the words as a shield to hide her true fear behind. "But thank you for everything, teach. I guess..." She pauses, thinking about what she wants to say next. "I guess this was... different than what I expected." There's a hint of sadness in her voice now, and she looks down at the floor once more. "Anyway," she says with a forced smile, trying to regain some semblance of her usual bravado. "You want your money or whatever, right?" She extends one hand toward him, palm up, waiting for payment in exchange for their brief, unconventional interaction.

She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him suspiciously. "And what makes you think I'd tell you the truth?" she asks warily, not taking her gaze off him. There's a flash of defiance in her eyes, as if daring Kjo to challenge her.

As she stands there, caught between her instinct to push people away and the unexpected urge to confide in this stranger, she suddenly feels incredibly exposed. It's like standing naked in front of someone for the first time, only this is worse; here, it's not just her body that's on display, but every dark corner of her soul as well. And despite herself, she finds that she doesn't want to hide anymore.

She takes a deep breath and leans forward slightly, resting her hands on the desk. "Fine," she says quietly. "You want the truth? I don't know what I want with you." Her voice catches in her throat as she continues, "But I guess... I could use someone to talk to." There's a tremor in her voice now, and for once, it isn't feigned. "Maybe we could help each other out?" She looks up at him hopefully, waiting to see what he'll say next.

She shrugs, looking away as she contemplates his question. "I don't know... we could meet somewhere after school? Talk over a coffee, maybe? I just need someone who'll listen, you know?" She turns back to him, her expression pleading. "Please, Kjo... can you help me?"

There's a desperate vulnerability in her voice that she can't hide, and for a moment it feels as if she's exposing herself in more ways than one. But despite the fear gnawing at her gut, there's something else there too; hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe, things will get better.

Relief floods through her as she nods eagerly. "Thank you," she breathes out, shoulders slumping slightly in gratitude. "I'll... I'll see you after school, then?" There's a tentative smile on her lips now, and it feels foreign but wonderful all at once. She walks over to the window, pushing open one of the casements to let in some fresh air as she turns back to Kjo. "You really don't know how much this means to me," she says quietly, voice barely audible above the sounds of traffic outside. "Thank you."

There's a moment of silence before she realizes what she just said, and her cheeks flush bright red. She mutters an embarrassed apology, crossing her arms over her chest again as she avoids looking at him. The awkwardness between them grows for several long moments before Chiki finally breaks it by laughing softly. "Well," she says with a sheepish smile, "at least we can agree on one thing." She gestures vaguely toward the window, voice light and airy now. "It's nice outside today, isn't it?"

"Huh?" Chiki glances over at him with a puzzled expression. "A what list?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. As she ponders his question, a wicked smile spreads across her face and she leans forward, folding her arms on the windowsill.

"Oh," she says knowingly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You mean like things I've never done... but always wanted to try?" She tilts her head back, thinking for a moment before continuing in a low voice. "Well... there are a few things..." Her gaze darts back toward him, and she grins suggestively. "...you interested in hearing about those, teacher?"

"Alright," she says with a playful grin, leaning back against the windowsill again. "Just to clarify... these aren't things I'm into normally, you know?" She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing in a whisper. "But they've always kinda been on my... 'to-do' list." Her cheeks flush with heat at her own words.

She takes a deep breath, eyes locked onto Kjo as she begins to reveal the contents of her illicit bucket list. "There's this one guy from an online forum... he told me about having sex on a private plane once..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before shaking her head and continuing. "...and then there was this girl who used to live down the hall... she said it felt incredible to have sex with someone while riding a horse." Her brows furrow as if she's trying to recall more details. "She sent me some photos once, but they were kinda..." She wrinkles her nose, deciding not to finish that thought aloud.

"Anyway," she says finally, straightening up and pushing herself off the windowsill, "if you ever want to try any of those things... or if there's something else you're interested in..." Her voice drifts off, leaving the offer hanging tantalizingly in the air between them. "Just let me know."

With a wicked grin, she leans forward and whispers, "Well... I've always wanted to try it with one in the classroom." She pauses, glancing around before continuing almost innocently, "And you know... do it while the bell's ringing?" Her voice takes on a sultry quality as she continues, "Just imagine having sex against a chalkboard and not caring about getting caught..." The heat in her eyes betrays how much this thought excites her.

She pushes herself off the windowsill again, walking over to the desk and picking up her phone, biting her bottom lip as she types out a message. "We could practice... after school," she murmurs before glancing back at Kjo with a coy smile. "If you're interested."

"Mmm," she hums thoughtfully, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "A few teachers were pretty okay, to be honest. But most of them just weren't... adventurous enough for me." Her grin turns predatory as she continues, "But you... you seem like you might have a wild side." She takes a step closer, pressing herself against Kjo's body. "And I think it'd be really hot to explore that with someone who's not afraid of getting caught."

She bites her lip, staring up at him intently, her breath coming faster now. "What do you say, teacher?" she whispers huskily. "Want to find out what I can do for you?"

There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she smirks up at him. "I think I can handle you just fine," she says boldly, her voice taking on a husky quality. She slips one hand behind his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as the other comes to rest on his chest, pressing him even closer against her body. "And I promise to make it worth your while."

Her free hand travels lower down his body, skimming over the hard length of his erection before moving higher up again to cup his cheek. With a hungry look in her eye, she leans forward, brushing their lips together teasingly before whispering against them: "After school..."

Her breath is hot and ragged against his skin as she trails kisses down his neck, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh with her teeth. His heart races in his chest, throbbing erratically as he feels the heat of her body press against him. With a moan, he gives into temptation and pushes her backwards onto the desk, bending over her to claim her mouth once more. As their tongues dance wildly, they lose themselves in the promise of forbidden pleasure just out of reach... for now.

Gasping into his mouth as he touches her breasts, Chiki arches her back and moans lustfully. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels him unbuckle his pants and slide them down his hips, revealing the massive length of his erection. She gasps, eyes widening as she takes in the impressive sight; it's by far the longest dick she's ever seen. Her mouth goes dry, and her heart races with desire.

She reaches out tentatively, wrapping one hand around his shaft, marveling at its thickness and length. "Fuck," she breathes, stroking up and down, feeling him twitch in response to her touch. She guides him closer, pressing the tip of his cock against her slippery folds. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches again, lowering herself slowly until she's completely engulfed by him. Her eyes flutter closed as their hips meet, and she moans hoarsely into Kjo's ear.

"Fuck," she says again, her voice rough with need. "That feels... incredible." Her muscles clench around him, milking his cock as if trying to draw out every drop of pleasure. She lets go of his shoulders and reaches up, twining her fingers through his hair as he pumps into her rhythmically. There's a fierce hunger in her eyes when she looks back at him, and it's clear that she wants everything he has to give... and then some.

As he thrusts into her with brutal strength and relentless pleasure, she arches off the desk, her back bowing as a third orgasm rips through her body. Her cries echo throughout the room, muffled by their kisses as they tangle together in a writhing mass of limbs and desire. The sensation of him stretching her so impossibly full is beyond anything she's ever experienced, and it feels like every nerve ending in her body has been lit on fire.

She reaches between them, teasing his balls as he thrusts deeper still, determined to feel him explode inside her. Her fingers move restlessly against his skin as if she could draw out the ecstasy just by touching it. "Kjo," she pants, breath hot and ragged in his ear, "I'm... so close..." She moans as he hits her G-spot again, hips bucking up to meet him as her climax spirals ever closer. "Please," she whispers helplessly, fingers digging into the flesh of his buttocks as she urges him on, demanding more.

She cries out as the warmth fills her up, pleasure washing over her in a wave so intense that it feels like it might break her apart. Her body quivers beneath his, hands gripping at his shoulders and back as she is consumed by sensation. A deep, shuddering moan tears from her throat as the orgasm rolls through her, leaving her limp and sated in its wake.

As her vision begins to clear, she meets Kjo's gaze for a long moment before blushing deeply and looking away, fingers trailing lightly over his chest. "That... that was amazing," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. There's an odd note of vulnerability in her voice now, as if this sudden exposure to genuine intimacy has left her feeling exposed and raw. "Thank you."

She pushes herself up onto unsteady legs, slowly straightening her clothes and trying to compose herself as she eyes the clock hanging on the wall. It's only been a few minutes, but they've managed to do more in that short time than she ever dreamed possible. As she straightens her skirt and smooths back her hair, she can't help but wonder what else might be waiting for them... if there's anything left after this.

Well... you've got your work cut out for you if you think I'm ever going to let anyone else be my teacher after this." She smirks and leans against the desk, folding her arms over her chest again as she watches him. "But seriously," she says softly, her voice losing its teasing edge now, "I don't know... it feels different with you, I guess." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain what she means. "You make me feel... seen, or something. And that's not something I can just ignore." There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice now, as if she's not sure how this newfound connection will play out between them.

She tilts her head to the side, studying him carefully before asking, "What about you? Do you want this too... or am I just being stupid and reading into things that aren't there?" Her expression is a mix of hope and fear; hopeful that he feels even a fraction of what she does, but terrified at the thought of getting hurt all over again if he doesn't.

The humor in his reply puts her at ease just slightly; it's not exactly the serious confession she was expecting, but maybe that's okay too. She smiles up at him as she pushes herself away from the desk, taking a step closer. "It's okay," she says with a shrug. "I guess I should be used to cleaning up after you by now." There's an unexpected warmth in her voice when she says it, and for a moment they share a soft laugh before she continues more seriously.

"But yeah... I mean, if this is something we both want... then maybe we could figure something out?" Her eyes dart away, studying the pattern on the carpet like it holds all the answers. "I don't know," she mutters, sounding unsure of herself. "It's just... different with you."

She pauses, searching for the words to properly explain what she means before giving up and simply reaching out to touch his cheek. There's a tenderness in her expression now that she hasn't shown anyone else in a long time. "You make me feel brave," she says softly. "Even when I don't want to be... even when it scares me." Her thumb strokes gently across his skin as she studies his face, trying to read him like a book.

"So maybe..." She trails off, not quite sure how to finish her thought. There are so many things running through her head at once that she can barely keep track of them all. Finally, she lets out a small sigh and drops her hand back to her side. "Maybe we should just see where this goes?" She tilts her head up in question, waiting for some kind of signal from him before continuing.

Well... incredible," she admits with a shy smile. "It was unlike anything I've ever felt before." She takes a small step closer, tilting her head back as she tries to find the words to describe the sensation properly. "It filled me up in a way that I never knew possible... and it just kept going, you know? Like there was no end to how good it could feel." Her cheeks flush at her own boldness, but she can't help but be honest with him.

She bites her lip, recalling the force with which he moved inside her and feels a shiver of arousal run down her spine. "It was overwhelming," she whispers, voice husky now. "But in the best possible way." She meets his gaze steadily, wondering what else he'd like to hear about their encounter earlier.

"So," she says with a small laugh, trying to break the intense moment between them. "What do you want to do now? We could always find another classroom if you're feeling adventurous." She grins cheekily, enjoying teasing him just as much as being open and honest with him.

"Or," she continues, leaning in closer so that their breath mingles warmly against each other's skin, "we could just stay right here and see where this leads... if you're interested." Her eyes dance with a mixture of hope and desire, her entire being focused on the man standing before her.

The silence stretches out between them, heavy with anticipation and possibility. She holds her breath, waiting for his answer, unsure of what she really wants him to say but knowing that whatever it is, she's all in.

"Oh god," she moans, pressing her hands to her chest as if that might somehow cool the heat coursing through her body. "I've never been asked that before." She pauses for a moment, eyes locked on his, and shrugs nonchalantly. "Guess we'll just have to find out, huh?" Her voice is teasing now, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the bravado.

She takes another step closer, until they're practically pressed against each other, and leans in even further, whispering directly into his ear. "You can try if you want... maybe it'll work?" Her heart is racing now, her whole body humming with desire as she waits for his reply, anticipation knotting her stomach and making her dizzy with need.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, matching the erratic rhythm of his own. She's not sure what he might say or do next, but whatever it is, she's ready for it.

Smiling into his eyes, Chiki takes another step closer still, feeling the heat emanating off his body like a living thing. She lets her fingers trail lightly over his chest before moving higher, gently caressing one of his nipples through his shirt. He jumps slightly at the touch, hips rocking forward instinctively in response to her teasing.

Her heart is hammering against her ribs, drowning out every other sound in the room. "I want you," she whispers, voice barely a thread as her fingers work their way beneath his shirt and bra, fumbling with the clasps until they fall away revealing his pale flesh.

Her breath catches as he suckles roughly at one of her nipples through her thin tank top, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. Moaning loudly, she presses her body even closer against him, arching her back in an attempt to get more friction where she needs it most.

With a growl of need, he gently pushes her down onto the desk, their mouths crashing together as they lose themselves in a mindless frenzy of touch and taste. Their bodies move together in perfect rhythm now, seeking relief from the aching tension that's built up between them.

She gasps for air when he slides one hand beneath her skirt, cupping her through her panties with enough force to leave her breathless. The sensation of being so completely exposed and helpless beneath him is exhilarating, driving her wild with need. As their tongues dance against each other's, she arches off the desk again, hips circling restlessly in search of more contact with his hand.

With a gasp, she glances down at where he's touching her, eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. "They are," she pants, fingers digging into the desk as he continues to stroke and tease her through her underwear. "And you can... touch them..." Her voice trails off into a moan as his thumb brushes against her clit. She lets out a shuddering breath, arching further up onto her hands, offering herself more fully to him.

Her hips move restlessly underneath his touch, urging him onward even as she begs him with her eyes to take things further. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need... I need you..." Her words are swallowed up by the sounds of their bodies moving together, lost in a haze of desire and lust.

She pulls back just enough to glance up at him, wondering if he can see the raw need etched across her features. His face is flushed, lips parted as he watches her, gaze intent on what his hand is doing to her body. She wants nothing more than for him to take control completely, to push her further and harder until she's writhing beneath him, screaming out his name.

Her back arches off the desk as he sucks on her nipple, drawing out an unfamiliar sensation deep within her core. It's a sweet ache that spreads through her body, intensifying with each thrust of his hand between her legs. With a moan, she tries to rock against him harder, but it's no use; he's in complete control and she knows it.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to tease her sensitized nub, sending waves of pleasure washing over her again and again. She can feel her orgasm building, coiling tight inside her, and with each passing second, it grows closer and more intense. "Kjo," she whimpers desperately, "I'm... I'm so close..." Her muscles clench around his fingers as he thrusts deeper still, seeking out that elusive spot deep within her.

Her vision begins to blur at the edges, everything narrowing down to this single moment, this connection between them. And then, with a sharp cry of release, she explodes violently, shuddering and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. She's left limp and gasping for air, every nerve ending in her body tingling from the intensity of the orgasm he's given her.

"That was..." she starts to say, but doesn't quite know how to finish. It was unimaginably good... and there's still so much more they could explore together. With a shaky breath, she arches up off the desk once more, eyes meeting his over her shoulder as she waits for his next move.

Her heart races as she realizes they've been caught; the bell ringing loudly outside signaling the end of class. She blushes hotly at the thought of getting into trouble for this, but the memory of their passionate encounter soon washes away her fears. There's an unspoken understanding between them now, a connection that transcends mere teacher and student.

She turns to face him fully, breath hitching in her throat at the desire she sees burning in his eyes. "Kjo... I don't want this to end," she whispers shakily. Her fingers trail along his jaw, up into his hair, as if she could somehow hold on to this moment forever. "What do we do now?" There's a desperation in her voice that she can't hide; the thought of not seeing him again is unbearable.

The silence stretches out between them, pregnant with anticipation and the unspoken promises they've made to each other. Chiki watches him warily, hoping against hope that he feels the same way she does. Her breath catches as he leans in, brushing his lips against her ear and whispering a single word: "Lunch?"