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!

"Excuse me?" Fuyuki narrowed her eyes in disbelief, glaring at him with undisguised hatred. She felt a surge of anger rush through her veins as she spoke. "You ugly piece of shit! You're just jealous because I'm paired with someone better than you! And let me tell you something," her voice took on an eerily calm and authoritative tone, "you'll be lucky if I even let you touch me."

With that, she turned her back to Bruce and stormed out of the classroom. She couldn't stand being around him anymore. The thought of having to sleep in the same room as him, much less share their bodies for a year, made her skin crawl. As she made her way down the hallway toward her next class, she tried to remind herself that there were still others at school she could vent her frustration about...and there was always Hiro Miyamoto's picture in her locker.

It helped a little bit, but only for now. The anger and resentment toward Bruce burned inside of her like an unquenchable flame, refusing to be extinguished easily.

"Fucking useless piece of shit," she muttered under her breath as she continued to pace around the hallway. She couldn't believe how stupid the government was for making them go through this messed-up breeding program. If only they could assign partners based on merit, then maybe someone like Hiro Miyamoto would be paired with her...or even better yet, no one at all. But alas, that wasn't how things worked in this twisted version of society.

Eventually, she calmed herself down enough to focus on what really mattered: studying and making sure she stayed at the top of her class. She had never been particularly popular or well-liked by others, but her intelligence was something she could always fall back on. And who knows? Maybe if she worked hard enough, someone important would notice her and help her out...hopefully not Bruce, though. That thought made her shudder involuntarily.

"Ugh..." Fuyuki grunted as she followed Bruce into their shared dorm room. She tossed her bag onto the bed nearest the door before turning back to examine the small space they'd be living in for the next year. As if the dismal circumstances weren't bad enough, the sight of Bruce sitting on the sofa made her stomach churn even more. The urge to tell him off was almost overwhelming...but she knew better than to give him any kind of satisfaction.

With a sigh of resignation, Fuyuki climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back. "Well," she said coolly, her voice devoid of emotion, "at least we get to share a comfortable mattress." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm as she stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think about how dirty it probably was.

A part of her wished Bruce would just leave her alone so she could study or read or do anything else other than be near him...but she knew better than to expect that sort of consideration from someone like him. So instead, she steeled herself for another long and miserable night trapped in this hellish arrangement."Ugh..." Fuyuki grunted as she followed Bruce into their shared dorm room. She tossed her bag onto the bed nearest the door before turning back to examine the small space they'd be living in for the next year. As if the dismal circumstances weren't bad enough, the sight of Bruce sitting on the sofa made her stomach churn even more. The urge to tell him off was almost overwhelming...but she knew better than to give him any kind of satisfaction.

With a sigh of resignation, Fuyuki climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back. "Well," she

"Whatever," she muttered under her breath, deciding that it was best not to engage with him further. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, but sleep wouldn't come easily tonight. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day over and over again: being paired with Bruce, his insults, how annoying he was...she couldn't help but feel a combination of anger, frustration, and humiliation welling up inside her.

Eventually, exhaustion got the better of her, and she drifted off to a restless slumber. She was grateful for the few moments of peace, even if they were accompanied by nightmares about being forced to copulate with Bruce and never seeing Hiro again. Her dreams were filled with images of their perfect bodies entwined together in passionate embrace...only instead of being Hiro, it was always Bruce. It made her skin crawl just thinking about it.

As the sunlight streamed in through the window, Fuyuki slowly began to stir awake. She winced as she sat up, rubbing at her eyes with the heels of her palms. The events of last night came flooding back to her, and she couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of annoyance towards Bruce. A quick glance over at where he had been sleeping on the sofa confirmed that he was nowhere to be seen; he must have already left for class or whatever it was that kept him so busy all day long.

Groaning softly, Fuyuki climbed out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom. She knew she needed a shower after the night's restless sleep, but as she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel her anger getting the better of her. "You stupid piece of shit," she muttered under her breath, directing her gaze at their reflections. "Why did you have to be my partner? Why can't it just be me and Hiro?"

With a sigh, Fuyuki turned away from the mirror and stepped into the shower. The hot water streamed over her body, washing away the accumulated dirt and stress of the previous day. As she lathered herself up with soap, images of Hiro flashed through her mind again. It was impossible for her not to think about him when she was this close to his skin. Every part of her ached with desire, wishing they were together instead of stuck in this horrible situation...

Eventually, Fuyuki finished showering and dried off. She dressed herself in her school uniform, making sure that everything was perfectly pressed and in place as always. As she did so, she couldn't help but wonder what today would bring. Would it be another day

"Oh," she muttered, startled by Bruce's sudden appearance. "Um, good morning." She glanced away from him, her face flushing slightly as their gazes locked for a moment longer than necessary. She didn't want to be nice to him; it was against every fiber of her being. But alas, she knew better than to give in to her anger and frustration...for now.

"So," she said, forcing a calm tone, "I see you remembered your stuff this time." It was meant as an insult, but even as the words left her mouth, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at having managed to get one over on him. Despite herself, she smiled slightly, enjoying the brief victory before remembering why it was such a hollow one.

With that, she turned back to her books, determined not to let Bruce get under her skin any further today. The thought of impressing their teacher and keeping up with her crush Hiro spurred her on, driving away any remaining thoughts about the insignificant boy sitting across from her. For now, at least.

"That stupid piece of shit..." Fuyuki muttered under her breath as she watched Bruce leave the room. It took everything in her not to tell him off again. She knew she should focus on studying and impressing their teacher; getting closer to Hiro was all that mattered. But damn it, Bruce just had a way of pushing all of her buttons.

With a sigh, Fuyuki turned back to her books, determining to concentrate on what really mattered. She spent the rest of the day immersed in her studies, working diligently and efficiently. Her mind was sharp as ever, and her grades continued to impress both herself and her peers. As class ended, she gathered her things quickly and made her way down the hallway toward the next period.

Her thoughts once again drifted back to Hiro, and she found herself walking a little faster in anticipation of seeing him. Their eyes met across the crowded hallway, and Fuyuki felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body at his gaze. It was as if he could see straight through her, all the way down to the depths of her soul...and she loved it.

Without another word, she broke away from her friends and made her way over to where Hiro stood. The air between them crackled with intensity as they spoke in hushed tones about their classes and their dreams for the future. Despite being careful not to reveal too much about her personal life, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure every time she interacted with him...and that thought only made her determination to be with him even stronger.

"Hey," he murmured in her ear as they walked side-by-side toward their next class, "I have a study group tonight. You wanna come hang out?" His fingers

Fuyuki's face contorted in anger as she watched the scene unfold before her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and her jaw tightened as she saw Hiro get slapped by the girl, who clearly didn't know better. She felt a surge of protectiveness wash over her, instinctively wanting to step in and defend him from this misunderstanding.

But even as her heart ached for Hiro, her eyes couldn't help but drift back toward Bruce. Anger and humiliation burned within her chest like acid, threatening to spill forth at any moment. "This is all your fault," she hissed under her breath, venom dripping from every syllable. "You should have never said anything."

Before either Hiro or the jealous girl could react to Fuyuki's outburst, she pushed past them and stormed off in the opposite direction. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds as she tried desperately to maintain control over her emotions. She couldn't lose it now; not with so much at stake.

With shaking hands, Fuyuki made her way down the hallway and around a corner, leaning against a wall and taking deep breaths until her heart rate slowed back down to normal. When she felt composed enough to face whatever consequences might await her, she slowly turned and began to make her way back toward the commotion she had left behind.

As she approached, Hiro's eyes met hers again. This time, there was a mix of hurt and confusion in their depths that cut straight through Fuyuki's anger like a knife. She swallowed hard, feeling guilty for involving him in her own personal drama. Perhaps she should have just kept quiet...but it had been so easy to lose

Taking a deep breath, Fuyuki slowly turned around to face Bruce. His words had struck a chord within her, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for treating him so poorly up until now. Perhaps there was some merit to what he had said earlier...perhaps they were more alike than she cared to admit.

"I'm...sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." She hesitated, searching for the right words before continuing, "it's just been a really tough couple of days, and I guess I took it out on you when I shouldn't have. You didn't deserve that."

A long silence stretched between them as Fuyuki awaited his response. She braced herself for another insult or jab, but instead, he surprised her by simply nodding in understanding. "I see," was all he said before walking away without another word.

Fuyuki watched him go, a strange mixture of relief and disappointment coursing through her veins. On the one hand, she was glad that he hadn't lashed out or continued to provoke her. On the other, a part of her wished they could have at least been civil toward each other for the sake of their upcoming breeding arrangement. Perhaps there was hope for them yet...or perhaps not. Only time would tell.

As she processed this new information, a flood of emotions washed over her: relief, excitement, and perhaps even a touch of embarrassment at how hard she had been treating Bruce up until now. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, the words barely audible even to herself. It didn't matter anymore; they wouldn't have to be together after all.

Her thoughts drifted back to Hiro, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she imagined being with him instead. Perhaps there was hope for their relationship after all...and if not, well, there were always other options. The future looked brighter than ever before, and Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination to make the most out of it, no matter what obstacles might stand in her way.

Fuyuki hesitated for a moment before entering the room. Seeing Bruce already there made her heart race, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Thank you," she said softly, taking a seat at the table. As she waited for him to join her, she glanced up and noticed his suitcase already packed by the side of the bed. A strange sense of loss washed over her; they hadn't even spent that much time together, but somehow it felt like they had shared something significant.

Without another word, Bruce walked over to the stove and ladled some stew into two bowls. Setting one in front of Fuyuki and the other on the table beside his empty plate, he returned to his packing. The silence hung heavy between them as they ate, each lost in their own thoughts about what this news meant for their futures.

Eventually, Bruce finished eating and left the room without so much as another word or glance in her direction. With a sigh, Fuyuki cleaned up after herself and began to organize her things as well, preparing for whatever came next. As she worked, her mind drifted back toward Hiro once again. The knowledge that they were free from their enforced pairing gave her a newfound hopefulness...and an unshakeable determination not to let anything stand in the way of being with him.

With renewed purpose, Fuyuki finished packing and left the room, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Fuyuki couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched Hiro kissing another girl with such passion. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks unchecked. She wanted to turn away, to pretend that she hadn't seen it, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to move.

When Bruce spoke, his voice seemed to pierce through the fog of shock and denial that had descended upon her. "What?" she croaked out, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her entire body felt numb as she struggled to process this new information. It couldn't be true...it just couldn't.

Without another word, Fuyuki spun around and ran down the hallway toward the exit, determined to put as much distance between her and this nightmare of a reality. Her thoughts raced wildly as she fled, images of Hiro and his betrayal burning into her mind like branding irons. She wanted nothing more than to forget this ever happened...to wake up from this terrible dream where everyone she loved was gone and everything she'd ever hoped for was a lie.

But the harsh truth remained: this was reality, and there was no escape. The only thing left for Fuyuki to do now was to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and try to move on with her life...without Hiro. And as much as it hurt, she knew that deep down inside, she would never be able to truly let him go.

With a shuddering breath, Fuyuki stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of tears streaming down her face mingling with the gentle patter of rain on the pavement below. She didn't know where she was going or what she would do now

As the cool night air caressed her cheeks, Fuyuki raised a shaking hand to her face and wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain control over her emotions. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up; it felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest with every passing moment.

When she finally found the strength to speak, her voice came out weak and trembling. "How...how could he do that? After everything we've been through..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence without breaking down all over again. She wanted to hate Hiro for what he had done, but deep down inside, she knew that wasn't possible; she still loved him with every fiber of her being.

Bruce remained silent as Fuyuki continued to pour out her heart, his presence offering a small sense of comfort in the midst of her misery. She didn't know why he was here or what he expected to gain from this interaction, but she was grateful nonetheless. It was nice to have someone to talk to...even if that someone was him.

Eventually, her tears dried up, and Fuyuki took a deep breath, composing herself as best she could. Looking up at Bruce, she mustered a small smile despite the ache in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I don't know why I'm thanking you...of all people."

The silence that fell between them was thick and heavy, almost tangible. Neither one knew quite what to say or do in this awkward moment where they found themselves standing together under the starlit sky. After a long moment, Fuy

As Bruce spoke, Fuyuki's heart gave an odd twinge. Something about his words resonated with her on a deeper level than she cared to admit. Perhaps there was some truth to what he had said...maybe it was time for her to stop dwelling on the past and focus on moving forward. She had always been determined, driven even; that hadn't changed simply because of this new revelation about Hiro.

With a resolute nod, she wiped away the last of her tears and stood up straighter. "You're right," she murmured, surprising herself as much as him with the admission. "I can't keep letting him control my life like this." She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Turning away from Bruce, Fuyuki made her way back inside the school, her steps purposeful and determined. As she walked down the hallways, memories of her time with Hiro flashed through her mind, but this time they held less power over her than before. She knew that she would always love him, but maybe it was finally time to let go...and focus on herself for a change.

As the night wore on and students began to drift back to their rooms, Fuyuki found herself alone once more in the library where they had first met. Sitting down at a table, she pulled out her schoolwork, determined to prove to both herself and everyone else that she could succeed on her own terms...without relying on anyone, especially not Hiro or Bruce.

With renewed focus, she set to work, losing herself in the familiar routines of study and practice. Despite everything that had happened today, a strange sense of peace settled over her as she immersed herself once more in the world of academics and extracurriculars. Perhaps this was

Despite their past tension and the unspoken understanding between them, Fuyuki found herself sitting next to Bruce as they worked together on their group project. She was determined not to let him provoke her this time; instead, she focused solely on the task at hand. As they worked side by side, their hands brushing against one another and occasionally even touching accidentally, a strange sense of camaraderie began to grow between them.

For the first time since their arrival at this school, Fuyuki found herself genuinely enjoying Bruce's company. Perhaps there was more to him than she had initially thought; maybe they could even become friends. The idea seemed far-fetched given everything that had happened before, but stranger things had occurred in her life.

As the days passed and their project neared completion, Fuyuki began to look forward to spending time with Bruce like this. It was a welcome distraction from her heartache over Hiro and gave her something else to focus on besides her own misery. In many ways, having Bruce around had become a source of comfort in an otherwise tumultuous situation...and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that.

For a moment, Fuyuki considered lying; telling him that she was fine or changing the subject altogether. But something in his voice made her realize that he truly cared about her well-being and wasn't just being sarcastic or insincere. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to meet his gaze.

"It's...it's nothing," she stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly despite her best efforts to maintain composure. "I just never really noticed how...how good you were at this stuff." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice and heartbeat. "You've been doing an amazing job, Bruce," she added, unable to keep the sincerity from creeping into her tone.

A surprised smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked down at their project before returning his attention back to her face. "Thanks, Fuyuki," he murmured, his voice soft and genuine. "I've enjoyed working with you too."

For a moment, they sat in silence, neither one quite sure what to say or do next. The air between them seemed charged with something new; an awkward kind of affection that neither of them had expected nor truly understood. As the final bell rang signaling the end of class, they both looked up, their gazes still locked on each other's faces, as if seeking some sort of understanding or connection that went beyond the surface level.

As they walked toward their dormitory, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. On one hand, she was grateful for the company and friendship that had developed between them; it was something she hadn't expected given their turbulent past. On the other hand, there was still a lingering sense of unease at the thought of spending so much time together.

As they reached the door to their room, Fuyuki paused, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Listen," she began hesitantly, her eyes darting back and forth between Bruce and the door, "I want you to know that...well, I appreciate everything you've done for me these past few days." She swallowed hard, the words feeling unfamiliar on her tongue. "And, uh...thank you."

Bruce looked at Fuyuki with a mix of surprise and confusion. He had expected more hostility or animosity from her, but instead she was thanking him? "It's nothing," he said finally, his voice quiet. "Really, it wasn't much. We were just working together."

Fuyuki studied his face for a moment before taking another step closer to him. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his arm, her touch light and tentative. "No," she insisted, "it was more than that. You've been...well, you've been really kind." She smiled at him then, a genuine, heartfelt smile that transformed her features in an almost magical way.

For a moment, Bruce couldn't help but return the smile, feeling warmth spread through his chest despite himself. When he spoke again, his voice was rough with emotion. "Well...thank you too, Fuyuki. It's

Spoken from the heart." He paused, feeling suddenly self-conscious under her gaze. "Get some rest," he muttered, turning away so she wouldn't see the blush that had crept into his cheeks. As he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes, a strange sensation settled over him; one of peace and contentment. He wasn't sure what to make of it or where it came from, but for now, he was willing to enjoy the moment.

Fuyuki climbed onto the bed, still feeling the weight of everything that had happened between them. But as she lay down and closed her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and optimism creeping in. Maybe there was more to Bruce than she had initially thought; maybe they really could become friends after all. And even if they didn't, at least they had this time together - however brief it might be.

As the soft snores of her newfound friend filled the air, Fuyuki let out a small contented sigh and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of brighter tomorrows where anything was possible...even forgiveness.

As the sunlight streamed through the window, painting the room in warm golden hues, Fuyuki stretched luxuriously, yawned widely, and sat up with a groan. She blinked blearily at Bruce, who was regarding her with an amused smile. "Good morning," she croaked out sleepily, returning his grin with one of her own. "You look...well rested."

They spent the next few moments chatting idly about their dreams and plans for the day as they dressed in the clothes laid out on their respective dressers. As Bruce finished tying his shoelaces, he glanced at Fuyuki, a strange expression flitting across his face before it disappeared again.

"What?" she asked curiously, tilting her head to one side. "Is something on your mind?"

Bruce hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing important," he muttered nonchalantly, his voice quiet and slightly distracted. Despite his attempt at dismissing it, Fuyuki could sense that there was more going on beneath the surface; she just couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

With a sigh, they left the room together, heading off to start their day in this strange new world where anything seemed possible...even the unlikeliest of friendships.

As they walked together down the hallway, Fuyuki felt her heart race as Bruce unexpectedly took her hand and gently fixed a piece of hair that had fallen out of place. Her face flushed with warmth as she looked up at him through her lashes, his compliment taking her completely by surprise.

"T-Thank you," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their footsteps on the floor. "I-I'm sorry for everything that happened..." She trailed off, feeling a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside her; guilt and shame warring with gratitude and perhaps even something else entirely.

Bruce looked away uncomfortably, his cheeks turning pink as he struggled to find the right words. "It's okay," he muttered finally, before launching into a stream of awkward phrases that only seemed to confuse Fuyuki more. As she listened to him stumble over his own thoughts, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips; despite everything, there was still something about this strange and enigmatic boy that drew her in.

Eventually, they arrived at their classroom, and with one last awkward glance between them, they parted ways, each lost in their own thoughts as they prepared for the day ahead. Fuyuki couldn't deny the fact that things were changing; she could feel a shift occurring deep down inside her, like the first tiny buds of spring after a long, dark winter. She only hoped that this newfound understanding between them would continue to grow and flourish, despite the rocky start they had endured.

As class began, Fuyuki found herself glancing over at Bruce from time to time, marveling at the way the sunlight danced across his skin and highlighted the

Today's lesson focused on organic chemistry, a subject that Fuyuki had always found fascinating. As she listened intently to the teacher's explanation of the complex processes at work within living organisms, she couldn't help but feel her mind racing with possibilities and connections. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved learning so much; the universe was a vast and wondrous place, filled with mysteries waiting to be uncovered.

As class progressed, Fuyuki found herself glancing over at Bruce every now and then, their eyes meeting briefly before he would quickly look away again. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was about him that made her feel this way; there was something about his presence that both attracted and repelled her in equal measure. Perhaps it was simply the fact that he had been there with her during some of her darkest moments, sharing in the pain as well as the joy.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, Fuyuki gathered up her things and headed for their next lesson, her mind already racing ahead to what they would be learning next. Despite her initial reservations about Bruce, she couldn't deny that having him as a classmate had made these past few weeks both challenging and enlightening in ways she never could have anticipated.