Shouko sits on the bench, her bare long legs stretched out in front of her, toes wiggling in her strappy sandals. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the park, her long black hair shining in the light. It's been a long day, her first day of college in college, and she's finally found a moment to breathe.* As she gazes out at the bustling scene before her - people laughing and chatting, frisbees soaring through the air - Shouko can't help but let her mind wander back over the events of the day. It had started out promising enough. She'd woken up early, carefully selecting her outfit - a cute yellow crop top sweater that hugged her breasts nicely, and high-waisted shorts that made her soft butt stand out even more, her hair straight and loose, she applied a faint pink blush to her face that stood out in contrast to her deep caramel skin, and some eyeliner that made her dark purple eyes stand out even more. One last look at the mirror, and she'd felt confident, ready to take on the world. But as she'd navigated the crowded hallways, that old familiar feeling had crept in. Of being on the outside looking in. Students had avoided her gaze, their conversations dying out as she passed by, some dropped their mouth open at her beauty, some girls looking at her with open hostility. But after all, no one tried to approach her. She'd tried to engage, really she had. But her words had come out in a barely audible whisper, lost in the din of the classroom. She'd sat alone in the cafeteria, watching as groups of friends gathered together, their laughter ringing out. She'd pulled out her trusty notebook, doodling absentmindedly as she tried to ignore the aching loneliness in her chest. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the campus started to empty out, Shouko couldn't help but wonder if this is how it will always be. Will college be just another chapter in her lonely story? Or is there still hope for a different ending? Ugh, why is this so hard? I thought college was supposed to be different, a fresh start. But here I am, sitting alone on a bench in the park, just like I did in high school. Is this going to be my life forever? watching everyone else have fun while I'm stuck on the sidelines? Shouko's mind races as she sits on the bench, the distant laughter fading into the background. She stares down at her hands, her fingers absently tracing patterns on her thighs. "Aaaah~ Why is this so hard?" she wonders openly, her thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of self-doubt and frustration.

"Oh~ Ah... Gracias..." She says, looking at the boy who spoke, her face turning a light shade of pink as he gave her the pastelito and chocolate milk. Shyly, she takes it from him, feeling slightly warmed by his words. "Eh... Sí. Es verdad. No es fácil ser parte de un grupo... Nunca lo he sido de verdad. Soy... Uhm..." She bites her lower lip and looks away for a moment, unsure of how to explain herself further. In the end, she just sighs and turns back to him. "No sé... Creo que soy un poco diferente," she says with a shrug, not quite meeting his gaze. "No me gusta hablar tanto como ellos, no sé si eres consciente..." She pauses, thinking about how she wants to continue. "Pero no te preocupes por mí, no soy tan fea como para que te importe," she says with a small smile, trying to make light of the situation. "De verdad, te agradezco que me hayas molestado hablar contigo."

As he continues to chat with her about unimportant things, Shouko feels a weight slowly lifting from her chest. It's nice to have someone to talk to, even if it is just small talk. Maybe college won't be so bad after all...

She snorts lightly, taking a sip of her chocolate milk. "Novio... Oh Dios, no te hagas la lista," she says with an amused grin. "No, aún no he tenido novio. Ni siquiera me atreven a acercar. Imagínate como soy, no puedo decir que sea sorprendente..." She pauses for a moment, thinking about her lack of romantic experience. It's not something she often talks about with people, especially guys she barely knows. But there's something about this boy... She finds his company soothing in a way that she can't quite explain. "Es una pena, en realidad no he tenido muchos pretendientes," she admits with a small sigh. "No sé si es porque soy tan reservada o que no soy lo bastante... atractiva." She gives him a sideways glance, her expression softening slightly. "Pero no importa, no soy como una de esas chicas que necesitan un novio para sentirse completa. Soy feliz sola, sabes?"

She looks down at her hands, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "Ah... Gracias," she murmurs quietly. The compliment catches her off guard; most people don't often speak to her in such a gentle, sincere manner. She doesn't know what to say or how to react. It's been so long since someone has made her feel this way...

As they continue to chat about random things, Shouko finds herself opening up more and more to him. They share stories and laugh together, the time passing quickly despite the setting sun. For the first time in a long while, she doesn't feel so alone or unworthy of companionship. Maybe... just maybe, this will be a good year after all.

She laughs lightly at his joke. "Pues, eso no. Estudio para ser veterinaria." She says this with such certainty that he believes her instantly. "Me encanta los animales, quiero ayudar a cuidarlos y asegurar su bienestar."

"Ah, me encantan los animales también," dice con una sonrisa. "Así que en fin... ¿cuánto tiempo todavía tienes aquí?"

"Hmm... Este es mi primer año en la universidad, así que tengo muchos años por delante." She smiles shyly and looks down at her hands again, feeling a little uncertain about the future but hopeful nonetheless. "No sabes cuántas cosas deseo aprender y experimentar mientras estoy aquí... Incluso he pensado en formar un club de cómicos absurdos para entretener a los demás."

Abdiel's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Un club de cómicos? Eso suena interesante. ¿Y qué tipo de humor?"

She grins widely at the thought. "El absurdo moderno, claro. Eso es algo que he aprendido a dominar en mi tiempo libre... Me encanta la comedia y me gusta llevar al público en un viaje divertido a través de los bordes de lo lógico."

"Esas son habilidades valiosas, Shouko. Creo que tu club tendrá muchos seguidores." He says encouragingly. "De hecho, querría unirse cuando estés listo para ello."

Her heart flutters with excitement at his words. She hadn't expected anyone to actually want to join her in this crazy endeavor. "Gracias... Tu apoyo significa mucho para mí." Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him, a grateful smile spreading across her face.

For once, Shouko doesn't feel completely alone in this vast university. And it feels incredible.

Her heart beats faster as he speaks. She doesn't know what it is about him, but there's something special about him. "Gracias... Realmente te agradezco tu apoyo." Shouko looks up at him, her eyes shining with happiness and gratitude. "Es bueno tener alguien como tú en mi vida. Tal vez este año no sea tan malo después de todo."

She takes a deep breath, feeling more confident than she has in months. "En fin, lo siento por hablar de estas cosas y perder el hilo de la conversación... ¿Quieres que te cuente más sobre mi club de cómicos? O tal vez quieras contarme algún poco más acerca de ti?"

She glances away, running her fingers through her long hair as she thinks for a moment. "Bien... Bueno, soy originaria de Okinawa. Mis padres viven allí todavía. Es un lugar precioso, lleno de playas y naturaleza hermosa." Her voice takes on a wistful tone as she speaks of her home. "Ahora vivo sola en una habitación en el campus, como muchas estudiantes."

She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "Soy algo tímida... Me gusta estar en mi propio mundo, leer y escribir y disfrutar de la naturaleza." She shrugs self-consciously. "Ahora que estoy aquí en la universidad quiero hacer lo máximo por mí misma y descubrir qué es lo que realmente quiere yo."

She looks up at Abdiel, her cheeks flushed from the admission. It's not often that she opens up like this to people, especially boys. But there's something about him... She feels comfortable and safe around him. And it's a nice change of pace.

Her breath hitches as he touches her thigh. It feels so good to have someone be this forward with her. "E-Espero..." She whispers, biting her lip nervously. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next. Maybe... just maybe she can let go of her insecurities for a little while and enjoy herself.

"Sí... Sobre eso... Podríamos ir algún día," She murmurs, eyes fixed on his face as he continues to caress her thigh. Her body tingles where he touches her, desire unfurling within her like a blooming flower. It's been so long since she's felt wanted in this way...

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as their faces draw closer together. "Así que... ¿Qué tal si nos fuéramos a algún lugar quietecito? A solas... Sólo tú y yo?" Her voice trembles slightly on the last words, her gaze searching his for any hint of what he might be thinking.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, excitement coursing through her veins. She watches in anticipation as his hand slides under her sweater, fondling her breasts over her bra. With a soft moan, she arches into his touch, her nipples hardening beneath his fingers. This is what she's been longing for, someone to show her this kind of attention. Someone who cares enough about making her feel good.

She gasps as he cups one breast in his hand, rolling the tightened nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her hips buck against his touch, grinding against his leg in a desperate need for more contact. "Ah... ah... Abdiel..." She moans out his name, her back arching further as he continues to pleasure her.

The feeling is overwhelming, but in the best possible way. For once, she doesn't feel like she has to hold herself back; she can let go and enjoy this moment with him. It feels so good...

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The feel of his lips against her neck sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster. "No... no..." She whispers brokenly. No one has ever made her feel like this before; so wanted and desired. It's overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

She arches further into his touch, moaning softly as he continues to tease and pleasure her. Her hands fumble with his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin against hers. The anticipation is building inside her like a firestorm, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the sensations coursing through her body.

"Please..." She whispers, voice raw with need. "I... I want you..." Her words come out in a rush, almost a plea as she presses herself against him harder, seeking more of his touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, her body trembling with desire. She feels the heat between her legs growing more intense by the second, burning unbearably as he rubs against it through her clothes. She moans loudly, arching further into his touch as she pushes herself against him harder.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin in a bid for more contact, more intimacy. She can feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap free. The desire consumes her, making it impossible to think of anything but his touch, his voice, his presence.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely. "I need you..." Her hips buck against him once more, grinding against his hand in an attempt to relieve some of the ache growing inside her. She needs release, needs him...

The warmth of the bathroom envelopes them as they step inside. Shouko gasps as he leads her hand behind a stall, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. She can feel his fingers moving faster against her through her pants, driving her wild with need. Her hips grind against his touch, moaning incoherently as she tries to focus on anything but the burning ache between her legs.

"Abdiel..." She whispers his name like a prayer, arching into his touch as he continues to pleasure her unmercifully. Her body trembles with need, every nerve ending screaming for release. She's never felt so alive, so wanted before. It's almost too much to bear...

She fumbles with the button on his pants, desperate to feel more of him against her. Her lips part in a breathless moan as she frees his hard length from his jeans and underwear, revealing it to her greedy touch. Her hands close around him, stroking him roughly through the cotton fabric of his shirt, taking what little solace she can from it. But it's not enough...

Her breath hitches as he speaks the words, her body trembling in anticipation of his touch. She feels him press a finger against her tight entrance, prodding gently as if testing the waters. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to remain steady, tried not to beg or plead with him. But it's no use; her voice escapes in a ragged moan as he slowly pushes his finger inside her tight warmth.

"Ahhh..." She whispers, arching her back into the touch as she feels him fill her up. It's so good... Too good... Her hips rise off the ground, meeting his hand as it pushes deeper and deeper into her body. "More... give me more..." She gasps out between labored breaths, needing him to take her over the edge and release the tension building inside her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside her. It's full, deep, and real; everything she ever wanted but was too afraid to ask for. He fills her up perfectly, stretching her in a way that feels so right. Her head falls back against the stall door with a moan, feeling his length stroke against something deep within her.

Her hands grasp at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as she arches her hips off the ground to meet each thrust of his hips. He's big and hard, filling her completely, claiming her in a way that makes her shiver with need and desire. "Oh... oh God... yes..." She whispers brokenly, writhing beneath him as he takes her over the edge again and again.

Her body trembles, convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her cries echo in the quiet bathroom, muffled by the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. She's never felt so claimed, so owned... And she doesn't want it to end. Ever.

Her breath hitches as he pulls her hair back, feeling the pain mixed with pleasure. She arches further into him, desperate for more contact. "Ah..." Her voice is rough and husky from their exertions. "It's... it's not that..." She gasps as he thrusts deeper, hitting something inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

Her hips buck against him, trying to find some way to match his movements, to take more of him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she clings to him like a lifeline. "Please..." She whispers, her voice shaking with the intensity of her need. "Don't stop... Don't ever stop..."

Her eyes fly open as he shows her the photo on his phone. She doesn't remember him taking it, but it's definitely her... and she looks so wanton and lustful. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "W-what..." She stammers, unable to believe what he's doing.

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts deeper still, hitting something deep inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips buck against him desperately, seeking more contact, more release. "Ah... Ah... You feel so good..." She whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from the effort of staying quiet and letting him control their encounter.

She closes her eyes again, biting down on her lip as he takes her higher and higher. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving claw marks in their wake as she loses herself to the pleasure coursing through her body. This is everything she's ever wanted... And she wants more.

Her entire body tenses as he bites her nipple, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending in her breast. She cries out his name, the sound muffled by his hand clamped firmly over her mouth. Her hips buck against him, desperate for release as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm once more.

"Ah... Ahnn..." She moans into his hand, arching her back off the ground as he takes her roughly from behind. His movements are fierce and demanding, matching the intensity of her need perfectly. "God, I'm going to... I'm so close..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her, sending shockwaves through her body.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her. But it's no use; he takes her higher and higher, refusing to let her go until she's screaming his name in ecstasy.

Her back arches as another orgasm takes her, gripping him tightly as she cries out in pleasure. "Ahnnn... yes..." Her fingernails dig into his shoulders even harder, leaving small trails of blood in their wake. She clings to him like a lifeline, feeling every inch of him inside her as he continues to thrust, relentless and demanding until finally...

She feels the familiar tightening deep within, the knowledge that she's about to lose her virginity washing over her in a wave of intense pleasure. "AH! AH!" She cries out his name, her body tensing as he pushes deeper still. It hurts, but it feels so good...

With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, filling her completely and claiming her virginity. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they both cling to each other for support, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.

"Shou... koo..." He whispers her name, his voice hoarse from exertion. She looks up at him, eyes glassy and unfocused from the intensity of their lovemaking. For once, she doesn't feel like the broken, damaged girl that everyone thinks she is. Right now, she's perfect... just as she is.