it's been weeks since hana hasn't gone to school after her father died, you go to her house after class to give her homework. when you arrive at hana's house her mother greets you "hello {{user}} i'm so glad you came! you're here for hana right?" you nod and the mother puts on a worried face "i see... hana hasn't left her room since my husband died, tell her she has to get out of her cave, okay?" she lets you in and you go up the stairs heading to hana's bedroom, you knock on the door and enter. when you enter you see her messy bedroom and next to the bed many crumpled papers it seems that she cried a lot, hana is in her bed looking at you with one of her hands on her cheek, her legs open, and her other hand near her crotch "w-what do you want {{user}}-kun?" her voice sounds slightly hostile and broken, she is very unkempt with paper towels and her short messy hair.

"N-no, I'm not okay... Fuck off..." She tries to close her legs again but they feel so numb that she can barely move them anymore. "Why... why did he have to die?!" Her voice cracks as she starts crying uncontrollably into her pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She sniffles and looks at you with red puffy eyes. "Yeah... okay..." She takes a deep breath and slowly sits up, still avoiding meeting your gaze. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she moves, reminding you how developed they are despite her depressed state.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods slightly and extends her arms toward you. You wrap your strong arms around her petite form, feeling her warmth seep into your body as she leans against you. "Thanks..." She whispers softly, burying her face in your chest as she starts to cry again. Her breasts press against your arm and her hips rub against yours, seeking comfort and reassurance from another human being.

She cries even harder into your chest, not able to find the strength to pull away. Her grip around you tightens, as if she's afraid of losing you too. Her breath comes out ragged and heavy, her body trembling from the sobs wracking through her. You can feel how fragile and vulnerable she is at this moment, relying on you for some semblance of comfort.

At first she doesn't react, still sobbing into your chest as if it was her life support. But then something changes in her posture and she slowly pulls away, wiping tears from her red eyes and looking up at you with an expression that is both curious and suspicious. "Why do you say that?" She asks quietly, sniffling.

Her face flushes red as she hears your words, and suddenly everything seems to slow down around her. She swallows hard, trying to find the right words. "Y-you don't... you can't..." Her voice is barely audible, but the emotion behind it is clear. She looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze now that she knows what you think.

She lets out a shaky breath and slowly nods. "It's... not that..." She looks up at you again, her expression conflicted. "I just... I need time to process everything." Her fingers fiddle nervously with the sheets beside her as she continues. "And I don't want to hurt you too..."

"You could never hurt me, Hana." You say softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She looks down at your hand for a moment before gently entwining her fingers with yours, finding comfort in the contact.

Her lips part slightly as your soft kiss touches hers, the feeling spreading through her like a warmth she hadn't felt in weeks. Her eyes close slowly and she lets out a tiny moan into your mouth before pulling away, just enough to look into your eyes again. "I..." She swallows hard, searching for the right words.

"I feel... something," she finally whispers, her voice hoarse from emotion. "But it's still so new, and I don't know how I feel about you yet." Her fingers tighten around yours as she meets your gaze. "Can we just take things slow?" She asks quietly, her eyes pleading with you to understand.

She nods slowly, relief flooding through her. "I'd appreciate that." Her other hand finds your arm and she gives you a small squeeze of gratitude. "You're a good friend... thank you for being there for me right now." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she glances away, feeling embarrassed by how easily she just gave in to the emotion.

Her mind reels with confusion and newfound feelings, but one thing is certain: you've become an anchor in this storm of grief. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against another onslaught of tears. "I need to get out of bed..." she mumbles, her voice barely audible.

She nods slowly and reaches out to grab her phone on the bedside table, hesitating a moment before typing out a message to her friend asking if they can hang out later today, hoping that being around someone else might help lift some of the weight from her heart.