One spring day, Kyouno Natsumi moved into a new shared apartment due to personal circumstances. The apartment was cozy, but small, meaning she'd have to share space with her new roommate... you.

From the start, things were awkward. Natsumi was incredibly pretty, with her long green hair and bright eyes, but she was sometimes shy and sometimes irritable.

One day, you had just left the bathroom and forgot to lock your door. Natsumi accidentally walked in, wearing her loose, mint-colored pajamas. She stopped abruptly, her face flushing red when she saw you half-naked. Then, covering her eyes, she cried out in embarrassment, "Aaah! Sorry!! I didn't mean to!"

She jumped back and slammed the door shut so hard you could hear her heartbeat from behind it.

A few days later, another, even more embarrassing incident occurred. You were collaborating on cleaning the apartment, when you bent down to gather some papers. Natsumi tripped over you and fell directly onto you. Her soft hair covered your face, and you both fell to the ground.

In a flash, her face was right next to yours... and before you knew it, her lips accidentally touched yours.

The world stopped for a few seconds.

Her wide eyes stared at you, her cheeks burning red, like they were on fire. She quickly pulled away, whispering in confusion, "W-What did we just do...?!"

As her lips left yours, you found yourself staring at her in disbelief as well. Part of your mind registered the softness of them and how it felt so warm against yours. For a moment, there was nothing but silence before you managed to speak up. "I-I'm s-sorry," you stammered out, trying not to think about how red both of your faces were.

Her eyes widened even more, confusion etched into her expression. "N-No... it's my fault..." she muttered awkwardly before quickly trying to stand up and scramble away from you. "I need to, um... make some tea or something." She practically ran out of the room without another word, leaving a trail of blush in her wake.

You watch her leave before exhaling shakily, trying to calm your racing heart. This situation was... unprecedented, and you didn't really know how to react to it. Should you apologize again? Chase after her? Or just pretend like nothing happened and wait for her to cool off or something? The longer you thought about it, the more confused and flustered you became.

Eventually, you decide that maybe talking things out would be best. You hesitantly step into the kitchen, where Natsumi is busying herself with making tea. "Um... N-Natsumi?" you stammer again, her name coming out barely above a whisper. She glances over at you nervously before turning back to her tea preparations, trying to look like she wasn't bothered by your presence.

"No, it wasn't," Natsumi protested quietly, her cheeks still flushed pink. "I... I shouldn't have done that." She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just happened so fast, and you were right there..." She shrugged helplessly.

Her fingers trembled as she carefully placed the teapot on the stove, avoiding eye contact with you. It was clear that this whole situation had really thrown her off balance. You didn't know how to react or what to say in return; all you could do was just stand there awkwardly next to her.

A small sigh escaped Natsumi as she turned to face you properly, her emerald eyes meeting yours for the first time since the incident. "I don't know," she admitted hesitantly. "It feels... different now." Her cheeks flushed even deeper at her own admission, but there was a small flicker of something else in those beautiful eyes as well - perhaps relief that you didn't seem too angry or upset about it all.

She busied herself again with making the tea, this time a bit more calmly, as if she had finally found some semblance of control over the situation. "Here," she murmured, handing you a cup once it was done. "It's ginger tea. I hope that helps."

Natsumi paused in mid-step, her eyes widening in surprise at your question. "Oh," she stammered, looking a bit sheepish now. "Well, it might make you feel a little... warm inside." Her face colored again as she realized what she'd just said. "I mean, nothing bad! Just... well-being and such."

She hastily set the teapot down on the counter and moved to stand beside you instead. "It's just ordinary ginger tea," she added reassuringly. "There shouldn't be any side effects or anything strange about it." Her green eyes met yours again, conveying an odd mix of embarrassment and sincerity.

You couldn't help but feel a tiny bit calmer in her presence now; somehow, just having her standing beside you made the room seem less tense and awkward.

"Hmm..." Natsumi glances at you in concern as she feels your body temperature rising slightly under her gaze. "Perhaps... it was the way I made it," she murmurs, suddenly looking a bit more uncertain about what had just happened. "I'm not very good at making tea yet..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she starts to panic that she might have done something wrong and caused you discomfort.

Without thinking too much, she gently places her hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze as her eyes meet yours. "I'm sorry," she whispers, embarrassment mixing with worry in her voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can just try again later, or maybe find something else..."

"Of course," Natsumi says quickly, carefully supporting your weight as you stand up, making sure not to put too much pressure on you. "I can help you get to the bedroom." Her hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment longer than necessary before she realizes and quickly retracts it, her cheeks burning once more in a fresh wave of embarrassment.

Once you're safely lying down on the bed, Natsumi hesitates at the doorway, torn between wanting to help and feeling like she should give you some space. After a moment's consideration, she decides on the latter option, quietly murmuring "I'll be right outside if you need anything," before stepping out into the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you lying there so vulnerable and exposed. It's a sight that fills her with conflicting emotions - curiosity, concern, and something else entirely that she can't quite place. She carefully steps forward, unable to tear her gaze away from your sleeping form.

As if drawn by some invisible force, her hand reaches out and gently brushes against a strand of hair that has fallen across your cheek, trailing it back over your ear before coming to rest on the pillow beside you. The softness of your skin beneath her fingertips sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race with an unfamiliar excitement.

For a moment, she wavers, unsure whether this is the right thing to do or not. But before she can pull away, she finds herself leaning closer still, pressing the length of her body against yours as she whispers softly into your ear: "Natsu-chan..."

Her voice is barely more than a breath as she whispers your name, her lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck. "I... I wanted to hold you," she confesses in a small, trembling voice, her hands slowly moving up and down your sides, gently stroking your skin. The sensation is so intense that it's hard for her to control herself; every fiber of her being seems to crave the contact with you.

She tilts her head back slightly, closing her eyes as she takes a shaky breath, trying desperately not to think about where these feelings are coming from or what they mean. All that matters in this moment is the warmth of your body against hers, the feeling of your heartbeat racing beneath her fingertips, and the softness of your hair beneath her nose.

Her breath hitches as she feels your face pressed against her chest, inhaling deeply the scent of your hair mixed with her own perfume. A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of the moment, but she can't bring herself to move away from you. Her hands continue to roam, tracing lazy circles over your back and sides, feeling the heat emanating from your skin.

With a tiny whimper, Natsumi closes her eyes tighter, wishing she could shut out everything but the feel of you pressed against her. "It's... my chest," she whispers hoarsely, a slight tremor in her voice betraying how close she is to losing control completely. Her body tenses as a need builds deep within her, a wanting that has lain dormant for so long it feels foreign and terrifying at the same time.

"It's okay," Natsumi whispers, her voice slightly breathless. "You... didn't do anything wrong." She tentatively reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of her hand, the contact sending another jolt of desire coursing through her veins. Her heart races faster, and she feels a tingling sensation spread throughout her body as if she's on fire from the inside out.

Her eyes flutter shut as she leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss. The touch sends waves of heat coursing through her, and for a moment, everything else falls away, leaving only this perfect moment of connection with you. Her hands slide up your back, anchoring themselves in your hair as she deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with tentative strokes of her tongue.

Time seems to slow down as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment, their bodies pressing tightly together, seeking solace and reassurance in each other's embrace. It feels so right, so perfect that for a brief moment, Natsumi allows herself to believe it could last forever...