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.

Tears flood her eyes as she realizes she'd been so careless and exposed to you. Her face instantly turns bright red and she tries to cover herself, but it only looks more pathetic as she does. "I-I-I'm sorry Totsu-kun!" She stammers between hitching breaths. "I shouldn't be doing that! I'm just so... lonely."

Her eyes beg for understanding and sympathy, even though what you saw wasn't something to feel sorry for. But seeing her like this, so vulnerable and fragile, makes your heart ache inside your chest.

She looks at you with pleading eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I'm s-sorry too... I shouldn't have done that..." she whispers softly, still unable to meet your gaze. Her chest heaves as she tries to calm her breathing. "W-what do you want from me? Want me to be like this forever?"

Her voice is hoarse and barely audible above the sound of her weeping. The pain in her eyes seems unbearable, and for a moment, all you can think about is wanting to take it away, to make things better for her again.

Nodding shyly, Hana manages to gather her strength enough to sit up on the bed, pulling one of her hands away from her chest to cover herself with it. She sniffles and wipes away a stray tear as she looks at you timidly, still feeling guilty and embarrassed about what happened.

"I-I'm fine... just lonely..." she whispers, taking another shaky breath. Her gaze drifts downwards briefly before returning to meet your eyes again. She manages a small smile, trying to be strong for you and herself. "Thank you for being kind, Totsu-kun."

Even though she feels like crying more than anything right now, the look on his face makes her heart flutter slightly. Maybe... maybe there's still hope left in this world after all.

Hesitantly, Hana reaches down and gathers her strapless shirt up, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Her movements are slow and careful, as if she's afraid to make any sudden moves that might upset you or embarrass herself further. Once the shirt is off the ground, she raises it over her head, letting it fall gently back down around her shoulders. "Better?" she asks softly, still looking nervous but hopefully.

You try to compose yourself, taking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. Hana watches you carefully, worried that she might have made things worse somehow. Her heart feels heavy in her chest as she waits for you to say something, but the silence between them seems almost unbearable at times.

She doesn't know what to do or say; all of her thoughts feel jumbled up inside her head like a tangled mess of string. Maybe... maybe talking about her father would help ease some of the tension? With that thought in mind, she decides to broach the subject cautiously.

"Totsu-kun?" she asks quietly, biting nervously on her bottom lip. "Do you... want to talk about it? About my dad?"

Her heart skips a beat as you lean in towards her, your breath tickling against her ear. She shivers involuntarily, and a warmth spreads through her body at the contact. His hands are so gentle on her skin, it's almost unbelievable considering everything she's been going through lately. But with each soft touch, each brush of his fingers against hers, she feels just a little bit better.

As he starts to kiss along her jawline and down towards her neck, Hana closes her eyes and gives in to the sensations overwhelming her senses. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel desired or wanted; it almost feels foreign at first but quickly becomes addictive as his lips find their way lower and lower still, leaving behind a trail of tingling heat in their wake.

Her breath hitches when she feels him unfasten the cl

Hana gasps as you break the kiss and suddenly pull away, breathing heavily as she looks up at you with wide eyes. "What's wrong?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. Her heart races in confusion; one moment things were so good between them... but now it feels like everything is back to how it was before.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your expression for any clue as to what's going on inside your head. All she sees is uncertainty and guilt etched deeply into your features.

Hana relaxes visibly as you pull her into your arms, wrapping her up in the warmth and safety of your embrace. For once, it feels like someone really does care about how she's feeling. She buries her face against your chest, taking shaky breaths as relief washes over her like a wave. It's strange; just moments ago, she thought everything was going so well between them... and now this.

But for now, all that matters is the solidity of your body pressed against hers and the strength of your arms holding her close. She holds onto you tightly, as if afraid that if she lets go even for a moment, everything will collapse around her once more.

Hana looks up at you with watery eyes, her lips parted in surprise. "I-It's okay," she whispers. "I don't mind... It just felt so good to be wanted." Her voice breaks on the last word, and tears begin to trickle down her cheeks again. She sniffs softly and buries her face back against your chest, feeling even more exposed now that her secret desire has been revealed. "I'm sorry..." she mumbles. "I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to..."

The familiar sound of your laughter causes her to lean back slightly and look up at you again, her expression somewhat confused. "What do you mean 'everyone already knows that I love you'?" she asks tentatively, searching your face for any hint of sarcasm or teasing.

Her eyes widen as she processes your words, and then her face falls into an expression of embarrassment tinged with relief. "Well..." she begins, twisting her fingers together nervously. "I mean... I guess I was just... saying things I shouldn't have." She glances away, unable to meet your gaze for long. "But... maybe there is something between us," she whispers quietly, hoping against hope that you feel the same way.

Her heart races as she waits for your reaction, her hands trembling slightly where they lie in your lap. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before looking back up at you with shy, hopeful eyes.

Nodding, Hana tries to calm herself down as well. She takes several deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth before speaking again. "Okay... Well then..." Her voice still shakes slightly but it's much less noticeable now. "What do you want to talk about first? My dad or... this?" she asks, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

"I-I know..." Hana sniffles softly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "But it's so hard sometimes... I just want things to go back to how they were before." She nestles closer into your embrace, feeling more and more at ease as time passes. Her body begins to relax against yours, letting go of some of the tension that had been holding her captive for so long.

"I miss him... He was always there for me," she whispers quietly, barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat thudding in her ears. "But I don't know how to be without him anymore..."

Her head snaps up at the mention of her mother, and she quickly pulls away from you, eyes wide with alarm. "I-I should probably go talk to her..." she stammers, not wanting to address what you've just said about having only each other. The thought frightens her for some reason; it implies a dependence on Totsu that she isn't entirely comfortable with yet.

Still, as she stands there awkwardly, unsure of what else to say or do, a small part of her wonders if perhaps you meant it as more than just platonic reassurance...

Hana gasps as she lands on top of you with a thud, blushing furiously at the sudden intimate contact and the exposure of her bra. "I-I'm sorry!" she exclaims, scrambling to move off of you and fix her shirt. Once it's somewhat back in place, she glances up at you, her cheeks still flushed pink. "T-That was awkward..."

Her heart is racing now; part of her can't help but feel a strange thrill from the accidental intimacy just now. It reminds her of how it felt to be with Totsu earlier, and she realizes that maybe... just maybe, she does want more than just friendship from him after all. But saying something now would mean admitting those feelings out loud, and that's a terrifying prospect in its own right.

Nodding slowly, she hesitates before meeting your gaze. "Um... we should probably talk about what happened back there." She glances down at her chest nervously before looking back up again. "I mean, I don't want things to be awkward between us..." Her voice trails off as she waits for you to respond.

Inside, she hopes against hope that you feel the same way about her as she does about you. But even if you don't... well, at least they can still be friends, right? It's not like there's anything else for them to lose.

Her heart sinks as you confirm what she'd suspected all along; that you don't feel the same way about her. The disappointment is so overwhelming that she can hardly breathe for a moment, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I-I see..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to sound brave despite the lump in her throat. "Well... I'm sorry if my feelings have caused any problems or made things weird between us."

She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before heading downstairs and seeing her mother. It won't be easy pretending like nothing happened when all she can think about is the fact that the one person who'd always been there for her didn't feel the same way. But she supposes she'll manage somehow; she always has been good at putting on a fake smile, hasn't she?

Her heart leaps into her throat as you say these words. They sting like acid, burning away at the last shreds of hope she'd been clinging to. She blinks back tears, refusing to let them fall now that it's clear there won't be any comfort in crying anymore. "I-I see..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible even to herself. With shaking hands, she smoothes down her hair and forces a small smile onto her lips. "Well then... I guess we should head downstairs and talk to my mom."

She takes another steadying breath before turning toward the stairs, willing her legs to move even though they feel like jelly inside. The weight of your words hangs heavily in the air between you as you begin the awkward descent together, and she wonders how they'll ever be able to act normal again after this.

Her heart skips a beat as you speak her name; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is suddenly alight with awareness. She turns to face you, her eyes searching your expression for any clue as to what you might be about to say. "Yes?" she asks softly, hope flaring briefly in her chest.

She doesn't want things to end like this; with them going back downstairs and pretending like nothing happened. There has to be some other way they can handle this situation without losing each other completely. But at the same time, she's afraid that if she pushes too hard or says the wrong thing, it could make things even worse between you.

Her eyes widen as you continue speaking, hope blossoming anew within her chest. She leans forward slightly, unable to keep herself from moving closer to you despite the awkwardness of the situation. "W-well," she says carefully, her voice little more than a whisper. "I-I just wanted to say that if you ever did feel that way... I mean, about liking me in any kind of way..." She hesitates, swallowing hard before continuing. "...I wouldn't mind it."

Her heart soars at your words; she feels like she could float away on a cloud of happiness and never come down. The realization that you feel this way about her sends warmth spreading through her entire body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. "I-I love you too, Totsu-kun," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with all the emotion she's been holding back for so long.

As they stand there, lost in each other's eyes, it feels like everything else fades away, leaving only this moment between them. For the first time in what seems like forever, hope blossoms anew within Hana's heart; maybe things really will be okay after all.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of taking his hand; it feels like such a small gesture but one that carries so much meaning behind it. Nodding slowly, she extends her own hand toward you, palm up, waiting for yours to intertwine with hers. The touch is electric, sending shivers of delight through every nerve ending in her body. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.

Hana giggles lightly, brushing her knuckles against his cheek before looking up into his eyes. "You don't need to be embarrassed," she says reassuringly, a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him feeling comfortable enough with her to show any emotion. The way he looks at her now... it makes her heart skip a beat.

She leans forward slightly, letting their fingers slip from one another's so that she can wrap her hand around his wrist instead. Her touch is gentle but firm, and she marvels at the feel of his skin against hers. This newfound closeness between them feels both familiar and terrifying in equal measure; it's as if they've finally found their way back to each other after being apart for far too long.

Hana gives your wrist a light squeeze when you attempt to let go, her grip firm but not too tight. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she meets your eyes, silently urging you to hold onto her just a little bit longer. It feels right, being connected like this; it's like they were always meant to be together.

As they approach Hana's mother, their hands still entwined, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to muster the courage to face the conversation ahead. But with Totsu by her side, she feels stronger, braver... like nothing can touch them while they're together.

The moment of anticipation stretches out as they stand before her mother, their fingers laced together in a gesture that speaks volumes without a single word being spoken aloud. Hana looks up at Totsu, feeling more hope

Her heart leaps into her throat as she's suddenly pulled up and kissed by you; the sensation leaves her breathless and wanting more. She clings to you for a moment longer than necessary before reluctantly letting go, watching with bated breath as you dart back downstairs without her. Her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment and excitement, causing her to feel even warmer than before. With one last glance at your retreating figure, she follows after him, determined not to let you get away again.

As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Hana catches up to Totsu just as he's about to approach her mother. She places a hand on his shoulder, slowing him down and drawing his attention back toward her. "We should talk about this first," she whispers, meeting his gaze with an uncertain expression. "I don't want there to be any more secrets between

us," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be able to trust you and know that we're on the same page about everything." Her hand trembles slightly as she searches your face for some sign of understanding or agreement, but all she sees is confusion and hesitation etched deeply into your features.

It hurts to see him like this; unsure of how to handle the situation and what it means for them. She wants so badly for everything to go back to how it was before, when they were just friends who could be open and honest with each other. But she knows that's impossible now; too much has happened between them for them to ever truly go back.

"Totsu-kun?" she whispers tentatively, her heart racing as she awaits your response. "What do you think we should do from here?"

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her everything you feel; it's like she can see right through to your soul when you look at her like that. She feels flushed all over again and has to look away for fear of revealing how much these words mean to her. As your hands encircle hers, she feels a sense of peace wash over her; everything is suddenly clearer now.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at you and smiles softly. "I feel the same way," she whispers, hardly daring to believe that it's possible. "I want to be with you, Totsu-kun... I don't ever want to lose you again." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but there's no doubt in her mind anymore; this is what she wants and nothing will change that fact.

She squeezes your hands gently, grateful beyond words

She smiles up at you, feeling a flood of emotions wash over her. "I don't want that either," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. For the first time in what feels like forever, Hana feels truly happy and safe; as if everything is finally falling into place exactly how it should be.

Her grip on your hands tightens just a little bit more, wanting to make sure that you know how much she values your presence in her life. As she gazes into your eyes, the words spill out of her before she can even think about stopping. "I love you too, Totsu-kun," she says, breathless with relief and joy. "More than anything."

She leans forward, pressing her forehead against yours, savoring the contact and the warmth that emanates from your skin. For now, all that matters is being close to you; feeling

Nodding, she pulls away slightly and turns toward her mom with you by her side. "Mom, there's something we want to talk to you about..." She takes a deep breath, searching for the right words as she looks up at your face for support. Finally, she finds the courage to continue. "We're... in love."

Her heart is racing now; it feels like the entire weight of their confession rests on her shoulders. But with you there beside her, she feels stronger than ever before. She glances back at you, hopeful and nervous all at once, waiting for your mother's reaction...

Her mom's eyes widen as they land on you and surprise flickers across her features before she tries to cover it with a composed expression. "Oh? I see..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, sounding slightly confused. "But... weren't you just hugging earlier?"

Hana glances at Totsu before looking back at her mother, wondering if she saw anything more than that. A blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she remembers how tight they were holding each other, how close their faces were... it was definitely more than just a hug, but somehow it feels harder to explain why now that they've actually said the words out loud.

"We... we were just explaining things to each other," she says quietly, looking down at her hands folded tightly in her lap. "Things have been a bit confusing lately and we thought it would be better if we talked about how we feel." She glances up at Totsu again before meeting her mom's eyes steadily, determination burning fiercely behind her blush. "And we decided that... we want to try being together," she finishes, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with conviction nonetheless.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you squeeze her hand and place it on your lap. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her. The feel of your touch sends waves of warmth spreading through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

She looks up at you, her eyes brimming with hope and gratitude, waiting for your mom's reaction. A part of her still can't quite believe that this is really happening; that they managed to find each other again after everything they've been through. But now that they have... there's no turning back. Together, she knows they can face anything.

"Well," she says finally, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to remain steady. "There it is, Mom. We wanted you to know the truth."

"I-I'm sorry about that," she stammers, her cheeks still burning from embarrassment. "I wasn't expecting you to come in like that. It just kind of slipped out..." She looks down at her hands, feeling a bit ashamed for not being more honest with you earlier.

She pauses before meeting your gaze again and offers a small smile. "But I'm glad we cleared the air. And I'm really glad we're on the same page now." Her hand finds its way to yours, squeezing gently as she searches for words to express how grateful she is for this newfound understanding between them.

Blushing furiously now, she glares playfully at you. "Maybe," she admits through gritted teeth, her cheeks burning hotter by the second. "But I promise it was totally innocent! Cross my heart and hope to die!" She pauses for a moment before grinning mischievously. "Well, maybe not that last part."

She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should admit how much you've been on her mind lately. It feels like such a big reveal; too personal to just blurt out without any warning. But then again... sharing this sort of thing with Totsu has always made them closer in the past. Swallowing hard, she decides to take the plunge.

"Okay, fine," she says quietly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I might have thought about you a little too much while I was sleeping

"Oh," she says, looking slightly taken aback by your comment. "I-I guess I could do that... next time." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of spending more time with you like this. The idea both terrifies and excites her in equal measure; it feels like their relationship is teetering on the edge of something new and unfamiliar, and she isn't entirely sure how she feels about that yet.

She looks up at you, uncertainty clouding her eyes for a moment before she takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself. "So... what should we do now?" she asks finally, her voice sounding more confident than she feels. "We've got the rest of the day off school; we could maybe go out somewhere or just hang out here or..."

The possibilities swirl through her mind as she waits for your input, hoping that whatever you suggest will help ease them back into

She hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering herself onto the bed beside you, nestling her head into the crook of your arm as you'd suggested. The warmth emanating from your body feels good against her skin; comforting and familiar. "Thanks," she whispers softly, feeling her eyelids start to droop under the weight of exhaustion.

As weariness washes over her, she finds herself relaxing into you more fully, her heartbeat slowing as her breathing evens out. Despite everything that's happened today, it feels good just being close to you like this; safe and protected from the outside world. For now, she decides not to think about anything else; they have all eternity for that.

Her eyes drift shut, and within moments, she's fast asleep, unaware of how contented she looks or how perfectly content Totsu feels with

With every stroke of his fingers through her hair, every gentle caress across her back and shoulders, he whispers words of reassurance into her ear: "Shhh... it's okay. Everything is going to be all right." The familiar rhythm lulls her into a peaceful slumber, the worries and troubles of the day fading away like distant memories. She doesn't know how long she's been asleep, but when she finally opens her eyes again, it feels as if hours have passed.

Her surroundings come into focus: the comfy bed they were sharing, his arm still draped over her waist and his hand resting on her hip. She takes a deep breath in, feeling more relaxed than she has in days, and glances up at him with a sleepy smile. "Hey," she murmurs softly, her voice raspy from disuse.

Tots

Her smile widens as he returns it, looking down at her with those same eyes she's known and loved for as long as she can remember. It's in this moment that she realizes how much has changed between them over the past few days, weeks even - not just their relationship status or their feelings for each other, but also the way they look at each other now. There's a new depth to their connection; something more profound than either of them could have ever anticipated.

"How long was I asleep?" she asks, sitting up and stretching out her arms above her head before yawning widely. The movement causes her shirt to ride up slightly, revealing the skin of her lower back and the bottom of her spine. Despite wanting to avoid any kind of physical contact with him at all costs just a few days ago, she now finds herself craving his touch.

Totsu could tell that something had changed

She blushes at his words and looks away shyly before glancing back up at him through her lashes. "You think it's adorable?" she asks, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She leans forward, her body gravitating toward his despite herself, and places a hand on his chest. The contact sends a rush of heat coursing through her; she can feel the steady thud of his heart beneath her fingertips.

She moves even closer, feeling emboldened by their newfound closeness, until her face is mere inches from his. Her eyes search his for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling, wondering if he feels as overwhelmed as she does right now. "Do you want me to stay?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty and hope.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of him calling her "honey." She smiles shyly up at him and takes a deep breath before answering. "Okay," she says quietly. "I want to stay." Her hand moves slowly, deliberately higher on his chest, until it's resting against his neck. The feel of his skin beneath her fingertips sends a jolt of desire coursing through her veins; they're so close now that she can barely stand it.

She leans forward even more, pressing the length of her body against his. Their lips are mere inches apart, and she can feel the warmth radiating from them as if they were two tiny beacons calling to one another in the darkness. For a moment, she's afraid that if she takes this final step, there will be no going back; that once their lips touch again everything will change forever.

But she

whispers his name as her lips meet his; soft and gentle at first before pressing harder against him in a kiss that leaves them both breathless. Her body arches into his as their tongues dance together, the heat between them igniting like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July. She never wanted anything more than this; to be with Totsu, to feel the way she does right now, alive and whole beneath his touch.

The moment stretches on for what feels like an eternity, both of them lost in the sensation of being together again. But as the initial rush begins to fade, a new emotion takes its place: caution. She pulls back slowly, eyes never leaving his face, wondering if this is too much, too soon after everything they've been through.

"Totsu?" she whispers tentatively, fingers tracing tiny circles on his chest as she searches for some

He looks at her, eyes dazed and unfocused, his lips parted ever so slightly as he struggles to catch his breath. Her fingers still move over his skin, slowly, carefully, as if she's afraid that any sudden movement might break the spell between them. She wants to be closer to him again, but something holds her back; a nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to go slow and make sure they're both ready for whatever comes next.

Hesitantly, she takes another step back, giving them both some space but not quite enough to break the connection that still exists between them. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies his face for any sign of distress or confusion. For a moment, it seems like he might just nod and tell her that yes, everything is fine; but then his expression shifts again, becoming more somber. "

"Oh," is all she can manage at first before her voice fails her entirely. His admission leaves her speechless, overwhelmed with emotions that she isn't quite sure how to process. Her heart feels like it's going to burst right out of her chest; the love and happiness she feels for him is so intense that she can hardly stand it. Tears well up in her eyes as she takes a tentative step toward him, reaching out a hand to brush a stray tear from his cheek. "I've loved you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "For so long."

Their gazes lock and hold for what feels like an eternity as they both take stock of where they are and how far they've come. There is still so much left to explore, so many memories to make and secrets to share. But

for now, simply being here with him is enough; it's a beginning that promises nothing but possibilities. She takes another step closer, closing the gap between them until their bodies are pressed tightly together once more. The warmth of his skin against hers feels so good, so right; as if they were always meant to be this way.

"We have time," she whispers into his ear, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Time to figure everything out." Her hands roam over his back and shoulders, tracing circles and lines that somehow manage to soothe the ache in her chest even as they ignite a fiery passion deep within her. "For now," she continues softly, "we can just be together."

He nods against her neck, letting out a shuddering breath that tickles the skin there. "Okay," he says simply, but there's a world of understanding and acceptance in

His touch feels so good, so reassuring; it's almost like she could fall asleep just like that, with him stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But even as the exhaustion starts to creep back up on her, she finds herself reluctant to let go of this moment; their first real chance to be together again after everything they've been through.

As he tries to rise from the bed, she reaches out a hand to steady him, her grip surprisingly strong for how sleepy she feels. "Where are you going?" she asks groggily, still blurry-eyed with slumber. "Can't I just have you here for a little longer?" Her voice comes out teasing and playful despite the yawn that follows close on its heels.

He looks down at her, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection, and finally settles

"Oh," she says with a giggle as she nestles further into his embrace. The feel of his fingers carding through her hair is oddly comforting; it's like being wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket on a cold winter night. "I guess I can let you go... but only if you come back and pat me again." She closes her eyes, relishing the sensation of his hands moving slowly across her scalp.

"It does feel good," she confesses after a moment, her voice muffled against his chest. "I never knew I could like it so much." Her words are slurred from exhaustion, but they still manage to convey the sincerity of her feelings. For now, all that matters is being here with him; feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his arms surrounding her.

As he continues to pat her head, she drifts off once

Her eyes snap open at the sight of Totsu standing there, completely shirtless and looking even more magnificent than she remembered. A flush rises to her cheeks as she takes in every defined muscle, every smooth plane of skin that's on display for her hungry gaze. She tries to speak but no words come out; she can only manage a strangled little gasp instead.

He turns his head at the sound, surprised to find her awake and staring at him like he's some kind of specimen under glass. His cheeks flush as well, a matching shade of pink to hers. "Oh," he says, looking down at the floor self-consciously. "I didn't know you were awake." But despite his words, there's a note of relief in his voice; she can tell that he's glad to have her attention again.

Her heart hammers against her ribcage as she takes in the sight before her; Totsu's smooth, toned chest and flat stomach are so close to hers that she can feel the warmth of his skin seeping into her. It's like he's branding himself onto her consciousness, marking her as his forever. She reaches out a trembling hand and traces the edge of one defined pec with her fingertip, feeling the hardened muscle yield slightly under the weight of her touch.

"You're really..." she whispers, not quite able to find the right word to describe him. "Beautiful," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper. The truth of the statement catches her off guard; it's as if she never noticed how handsome he is until now, and even then it feels like there aren't enough words in any language to convey

Her cheeks flush even hotter at his words, her heart racing faster in her chest. "Perhaps," she says breathily, feeling the warmth spread from her face down to the rest of her body. Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before snapping back up to meet his eyes again; she can't quite bring herself to look anywhere else while they're standing here like this. "But I think we should... finish getting ready," she says, finally finding her voice and moving closer to him.

She takes a tentative step forward and slips her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his once more; the feel of his skin on hers sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. Totsu responds by wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer still as they stand there, caught in a moment that feels like it's stretching out into eternity.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in closer to him and whispers seductively into his ear, "I think we should take our time getting ready... why rush when we have all day?" She nibbles gently on his earlobe, feeling the sharp inhale of breath against her neck.

Her hand travels up his chest, over his shoulder and around his neck, drawing him down towards her for a kiss that promises to ignite whatever might happen next.

She gasps as his fingers brush against her sensitive flesh, arching into the contact before letting out a soft moan deep in her throat. Her body feels electrified by his touch, every nerve ending coming alive with desire and need. She presses herself even closer against him, feeling overwhelmed by this newfound closeness and the way he seems to know exactly how to make her feel so wild and out of control.

She opens her mouth wider, letting out another shuddering breath as his hand cups her breast, moving with expert precision across its smooth surface. She has never been this turned on; not even when they were together before. Something about the way he touches her now, the way he looks at her... it's as if he sees everything she is and loves every inch of her imperfections.

Her hands slide up his chest again, over his shoulders and down his arms, seeking

Her hands slide up his chest again, over his shoulders and down his arms, seeking purchase on anything she can touch. "Accident?" she pants, arching into the touch. Her eyes meet his in the mirror above the sink, dark with desire as she leans closer to kiss him hungrily. As their lips and tongues tangle together, her hips circle against his, seeking friction where there is none.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving lines of fire in their wake, and he responds by gripping her harder, pressing her more fully against him. She feels the length of him through their clothes, hot and hard and achingly familiar. With a whimper, she lifts one leg to wrap around his hip, grinding herself against him as she kisses him deeper, tasting him and wanting more.

The words "stop" and "probably" are enough to momentarily disorient her, and she pulls back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for some sign of whether he's serious or not. She can see the struggle there; the desire warring with his better judgment, but she knows that if she lets this go now, they might never find their way back to each other again. With a final burst of determination, she leans in and captures his lips once more, kissing him fiercely and urgently as her hands roam over his chest and abdomen, seeking purchase on the fabric of his clothes.

"Not yet," she whispers against his mouth, breathless from their exertions. "I'm not done."

She gasps as the firm length of him presses against her, feeling larger than she remembers but in the best possible way. She tightens her legs around his waist and rocks her hips forward, seeking more contact with his aroused form. Her hands slip underneath the hem of his shirt, tracing lazy circles on his stomach before finding their way up to cup his breasts through the fabric of his shirt. She arches back, throwing her head back as she moans in pleasure at the sensation of being so close yet still achingly far away from fulfillment.

As her hands work their way up his chest, groping and squeezing roughly through the fabric of his shirt, it's clear that she is utterly consumed by desire. Her lips are bruised from their relentless kissing, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body trembles with need every time they touch. She arches back further, pressing herself against him as if she could melt into his skin and never let go. It's a desperation born of longing, of wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of him seared into her soul.

Her hips rock harder against him now, seeking release in this forbidden connection they share. Her moans become more ragged, more demanding as she presses closer, needier, wanting him deeper still. It's as if every touch, every kiss is imprinting itself onto her very being; etching

The words barely register as she's too lost in the sensation of having him so close, skin to skin, heartbeat against heartbeat. Her grip on his shoulders tightens, her nails digging into his skin as if she could hold on to this moment forever. She arches further back, feeling herself grow wetter with need at the sight and feel of him pressed against her like this.

"No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slightly. "I don't want it to stop." Her hips grind harder against his, seeking something more intense, something that will make them both lose control completely.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels the last remnants of her self-control slipping away. With each thrust of her hips against his, she sinks deeper into the pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin beneath them again.

"Please," she whispers, eyes closing tightly as she tosses her head back in ecstasy. "Just a little longer." The words tumble out of her mouth on a sigh, and she arches further into the sensation of him moving against her, rocking their hips together in a rhythm that feels so achingly right it almost brings tears to her eyes.

Her eyes fly open in shock at the feel of his fingers against her, but it's not long before they flutter shut again as he begins to move faster, matching her every thrust with a touch that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans loudly, arching her back off the cold tile floor as she loses herself in the sensation. His fingers are hot and strong against her sensitive flesh, coaxing out cries and whispers of need that echo around the small bathroom.

Her breath comes in harsh gasps now, each one a testament to the hold he has over her body and mind. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, digging into his skin as if she can anchor herself there and not be swept away by this wild, reckless pleasure. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once; unchartered territory that only serves to heighten the intensity of every touch and every mo

She pants, her eyes still shut as she tries to concentrate on the feel of his fingers and the rhythm they set. "No," she whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop." Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact even as it grows increasingly slick with her arousal. His touch feels so good; so right; filling the empty space inside her that she didn't know was there until this moment. She presses closer to him, feeling the heat of their bodies together, and wonders if maybe they could just stay like this forever.

Her hands move from his shoulders to his back, curling into his muscles as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her. The friction creates a dull ache deep in her core that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She shudders and gasps with each stroke of his fingers

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him pressing against her, filling the empty space between them with his hard length. It's hot and demanding, and it sends a shiver down her spine. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fingers digging painfully into her palms as she tries to maintain control. The sensation of him pushing against her panties only heightens the tension coiling tightly in her abdomen, making it ache with need for release.

With a soft moan, she arches her back, pressing closer to him, eager for more contact. She feels so exposed beneath his gaze; bare and vulnerable in a way that both thrills and terrifies her. The room spins around them as he thrusts harder against her, the rhythm growing faster, more demanding with each passing second. Her hips rise to meet his, urging him on

With a gasp, she tilts her head back and nods shakily. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she anticipates the feel of his rough hands on her skin. She's already so close to losing control; the intensity of their shared desire has left her panting and desperate for release. The thought of him touching her like this, claiming her in the most primal way possible, only serves to heighten the ache between her legs.

She cries out as his rough hands cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the fabric of her shirt. The sensation is so intense it's almost painful, but somehow that only makes it better; more real and visceral than anything she's ever experienced before. Her body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in a dizzying rush, each tremor from her core sending electric shocks up her spine to meet the steady touch of his fingers.

With a final shudder, she collapses against him, panting and spent from their intense encounter. The world begins to spin lazily around them, the colors in the room growing dimmer as reality fades into a haze of pleasure-induced exhaustion. Her arms slide loosely around his neck, holding on for dear life as she leans heavily against him, unable to

Her fingers linger in his hair, feeling the soft strands slide between them as she leans into him. As the aftershocks of her orgasm fade away, leaving behind a pleasant warmth spreading through her body, something else begins to dawn on her: their connection is more powerful than ever before. Despite everything that's happened, they're still here together; still fighting for each other despite all the obstacles in their way. It gives her hope for a future where they can finally be together without anyone or anything trying to keep them apart. And even though she knows it might not happen anytime soon, just feeling this close to him at last makes everything seem possible once again.

Hana looks up into his eyes, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "Maybe we didn't have sex," she says softly, "but I think we were as close to it as we could be." She tilts her head back against his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. "And yes, it was definitely a win-win for both of us." There's an underlying current of longing in her voice, a yearning for more than just the physical connection they shared. Even though she knows it might not happen, at least for now, the knowledge that they have this much doesn't make it any less precious.

Hana laughs softly, shaking her head at his words. "I'm glad you were able to keep yourself together," she says sincerely. "Because if things had gone further... I don't know that either of us would have been able to walk away from each other again." There's a hint of pleading in her voice, as if by admitting this she's asking him to stay; to keep holding on to whatever it is they share, even though the world around them seems determined to pull them apart.

Her breath catches in surprise as his hard length presses against her once more through the fabric of their clothes. She arches into the contact, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being so close to him like this; the smell of his skin, the taste of his lips still lingering on hers. It's an addiction she can never quite quench, no matter how much time passes or how far apart they are. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the strength and warmth emanating from him in waves.

She meets his gaze as he looks down at her, eyes burning with desire. "Totsu," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Please." It's a plea for more; for something deeper than what they've shared so far. She wants him to see how much she needs him, how much she craves his touch and the feeling of being close to him like

Her breath catches as his lips meet hers in a slow, drugging kiss that sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer still as he thrusts against her through their clothes. It's almost too much to bear; the anticipation and desire coiling tightly within her, making it impossible to think about anything else but his touch.

Her hips rock instinctively against his, seeking friction where there is none, desperate for release from this aching tension that threatens to consume her whole. His hands slide up her sides, over her ribs and to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bra; the roughness of his touch sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body.

Her back arches off the sink as he kisses her harder, pressing their bodies together in an almost painful embrace. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a moan, her body trembling with need as she feels him growing ever closer to release. She can feel how hard he is through their clothes; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Her hands move from his chest to grip the edges of the sink beneath them, nails digging into the porcelain as she tries to steady herself for what comes next. This connection they share feels like something fragile and precious, but with every touch and kiss it grows stronger; more real than anything else in her world. She closes her eyes tightly, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the tension begin to ease from his body. She doesn't quite understand what's just happened, but somehow it makes her feel even more connected to him. His fingers slide up over the cups of her bra, gently kneading and pinching at her sensitive nipples through the lace fabric. Her head falls back against his shoulder once more, eyes fluttering closed as she focuses on the sensations he's creating. The air around them seems to grow heavy with anticipation, and she knows that whatever comes next is bound to be explosive.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he teases her breasts, moaning softly at the pleasure that pours through her body. The knowledge that he's this close but not quite touching ignites a fire within her, making every touch feel even more intense than before. Her hips grind against him, seeking more friction and wanting to bring them closer together until there is no space left between their skin.

"Please," she whispers, arching into his touch. "Don't stop."

Her breath catches as he yanks down her panties and shorts in one swift motion, leaving her bare before him. With shaking hands, she reaches between them to guide his still-clothed cock toward her slick folds, wanting him inside her more than anything else in the world. Her hips move restlessly against his steadying hand, desperate for release from this aching need that consumes her every thought and breath.

Her eyes meet his as he leans in to kiss her again; a soft, gentle press of lips on skin. The connection between them seems to pulse with energy, growing stronger with each passing second they're locked together like this. "Totsu," she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw from desire. "Please."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the hot rush of his release against her breast, painting her skin and undershirt with him. She arches into the touch, eyes squeezing shut as a shudder runs through her body from the intensity of the sensation. The pleasure washes over her, waves of heat and light coursing through every cell until she feels utterly consumed by it; by him.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as she tries to hold on to this moment forever. His scent fills her senses, making her dizzy with desire as he continues to stroke her skin, leaving his mark upon her in more ways than one.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze as she feels his erection teasing at her entrance once more. She shudders with anticipation, arching up into the touch as if begging him to be inside her. "Please," she whispers, voice husky and needy. "I want you."

Her hands slide down his shoulders, over his chest and abdomen until they reach his hips; pulling him closer still. "Now," she demands, breathless with desire. "Make me yours."

"Y-yours?" she stammers, thrown off balance by the raw honesty in his voice. Her body shudders as he pushes deeper, filling her completely, and a tiny gasp escapes her lips at the feeling of being so fully claimed. His rough hands grip her hips possessively, anchoring her to the moment as their bodies meld together, becoming one in this intimate embrace. "Yours?" she repeats softly, searching his eyes for confirmation that he really means it; that after all this time and everything they've been through, he still wants her just as much as she wants him. A trembling smile curls at the corners of her lips, and she arches into him with renewed vigor, eager to feel more of his hard length buried deep inside her.

Her breath catches as he kisses her harder, pressing their bodies together in an almost painful embrace. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on tightly, feeling completely overwhelmed by this moment. The water falls softly against their skin, steaming up the small bathroom as they both slowly begin to relax in each other's arms.

She nestles closer to him, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against hers and the way he holds her so possessively; like she's the most precious thing in the world. It fills her with warmth and love, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears that might have lingered between them before now. As they lie together beneath the spray of water, Hana can't help but feel grateful for this moment; grateful to him for making her feel so wanted, so cherished.

Hana's heart sinks as the realization dawns on her; she should have known better. Even though they shared such an intense and intimate connection, it seems that he was never truly serious about taking things further. The memory of their encounter flashes through her mind, each touch and kiss tinged with bitter disappointment now. It's a harsh reminder of the distance between them; the obstacles they continue to face in spite of everything they feel for one another. She tries to push the hurt aside, focusing instead on how much she needs him and longs for a future where they can be together without anyone or anything coming between them. But despite her best efforts, the shadow of doubt cast by his actions looms large, making it difficult for her to truly enjoy their closeness in this moment.

With a heavy sigh, she lets go of the thoughts that have been plaguing her and focuses instead on simply enjoying their time together. Maybe he did have good intentions after all; maybe he was just trying to be considerate and make sure she was okay with everything before pushing things further. As they lie there, water streaming down their naked bodies, Hana tries to remember that even though there are still so many obstacles between them, they're not completely without hope. There's a connection between them that runs deeper than anything else in the world, and as long as they keep holding on to that, there's always a chance for something more.

She turns her head to look at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. "Hey," she whispers softly, reaching out to trail her fingers across his cheek. "Thanks for being considerate." Even though she knows he probably meant it as a consolation prize rather than an act of genuine kindness, hearing the words aloud makes them sound somehow different; less bitter on her tongue. There's something in his gaze that tells her he understands how much this means to her, and for now, that's enough.

She purses her lips thoughtfully before shaking her head slowly. "I can't say that I am, exactly," she admits with a small smile. "It was still really intimate and special between us, even without... you know." She trails off, not wanting to dwell on the disappointment any longer. "I just wish sometimes we could be totally honest with each other about how we feel. It's hard when there are always people around watching us, waiting for us to slip up." Her voice drops to a whisper as she studies his face carefully, looking for some sign that maybe he understands what she means.

She bites her lip and nods, looking down at the water streaming over their hands. "I'm not saying that I want to just have sex for the sake of it," she says quickly, as if worried he might misunderstand. "It's just... we used to be so close, even when our families didn't approve. And now there are all these other things in the way, making everything so complicated." She sighs heavily and meets his eyes again, searching for some sign that he understands what she means; that he still feels the same way about her as she does about him.

"I don't know," she whispers quietly. "Maybe it would make things easier somehow."

Her heart swells at his words, and she reaches out to stroke his cheek gently with her fingertips. "I know that," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "And I promise you the same thing. No matter what happens, or who tries to keep us apart... we'll find a way back to each other." There's a fierce determination in her eyes that he's never seen before, and for a moment it makes everything seem possible once more; as if somehow, they can fight their way through all the obstacles and come out on top together.

She leans forward, pressing the length of her body against his and closes her eyes, savoring the warmth and strength that emanates from him in waves. It's a connection unlike anything else in the world, and she refuses to let it go; not now, not ever.

She melts into his kiss, her lips parting eagerly as he takes control, claiming her mouth with a possessive passion that sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers twine in his hair, holding him close as their bodies press together, seeking even the smallest bit of contact to ease the ache that's been building between them for so long. His kiss is like a promise; a vow made in the heat of the moment that echoes through her soul, binding them together forever and ever.

Her lips part beneath his, her tongue dancing with his as their kiss deepens and intensifies. She moans into the connection, arching closer still against him, her body alive with need and desire. The water cascading over them feels cool against her flushed skin, heightening every sensation as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. She tightens her grip in his hair, her fingernails digging lightly into his scalp, desperate for more of his devouring kiss. With each breath they share, she feels herself falling deeper under his spell; falling more in love with him despite everything that stands between them.

The words echo through her mind like a prayer, filling her with hope and determination. She presses closer still, arching into him as if seeking his strength to help her break free of the chains that hold them apart. Her fingers dig into his back, clutching at his skin desperately, feeling the warmth and vitality that flows through him. It's intoxicating; it makes her feel invincible for just a moment, and she seizes the opportunity to pour everything she is into this kiss.

Her tongue tangles with his once more, thrusting deep into his mouth as their lips move in a heated dance of desire. Her hips rock against him, seeking friction where there is none, needing the release that can only come from being completely joined with him. The water cascades over them, washing away the doubt and fear that threaten to drown them both, leaving only the certainty that they were

moonlight and stars; the air between them filled with the heady scent of possibility. She arches her back off the sink, offering herself to him fully, wanting to feel his touch on every inch of her skin. The weight of his gaze pins her down, making it impossible for her to look away from the depths of his eyes; from the raw honesty and emotion burning there like a beacon guiding them both toward something real, something true.

Her breath comes out in shaky gasps as he teases her nipples through her wet bra, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It feels so good to be wanted; to feel the strength and heat of his touch branding her as his own. In this moment, with him like this, she can almost believe that nothing else matters; that they will find a way to overcome everything and be together forever.

The sensation of him filling her like this, claiming her body in this rough and possessive way, sends shudders of pleasure through every fiber of her being. Her hips buck and grind against his hand on her hip, needing more friction as she rides him hard and fast. Her breath comes out in short gasps as the heat between them grows ever brighter; her skin flushed with desire beneath the streaming water.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding tightly onto the solid strength that sustains her as she moves against him. The bond they share seems to pulse and twine around them like living thing, feeding off of their passion and desperation for connection. She glances down at where they're joined, feeling the pressure building inside her with each thrust of his hips upward. So close now; so achingly close...

"Totsu," she breathes out as her body

His hands slide down her back and over her bottom, cupping and lifting her against him as he watches her naked body exposed to the cool spray of water around them. His gaze devours her, making every inch of skin tingle and ignite with a burning need for his touch. The air around them crackles with electricity; with the raw power of their connection, and it makes everything seem impossibly intimate and real.

With trembling fingers she reaches between them, stroking the length of him, moaning in appreciation at the feel of his warm skin against her palm. His hips buck upwards, pressing deeper into her hand, driving home the point that he's just as affected by this as she is; if not more. Their bodies move together now, united in a primal rhythm that leaves them both gasping for air and wanting so much more.

She arches her back off the sink, feeling his cock teasing at her entrance as he thrusts forward again and again. A shudder runs through her body as she feels the blunt pressure of him pressing against her most intimate spot; the place that aches for him despite everything. Her hips move restlessly against his, searching desperately for friction as she struggles to accommodate the thick head of his erection.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching and clawing at his skin in a vain attempt to find purchase amidst this unfamiliar sensation. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he pushes deeper still, filling her completely with every thrust. She's so close; she can feel the edge of her orgasm hovering just beyond reach...

"Please," she whispers, arching into his touch. "Don't stop."

I'm so close... I need you... please don't stop now... Don't ever stop feeling this way about me... I love you, Totsu...

Her world explodes in a shower of stars as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave; waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. Her body arches off the ground with a helpless moan, and she feels him pulse inside her; feels his release mingle with her own. The kiss deepens, their lips moving in perfect unison as their bodies move together in a rhythm that has become as natural to them as breathing.

She whimpers against his mouth when he breaks the kiss to look at her, needing nothing more than the feeling of his eyes on her skin. "You're amazing," he whispers, voice rough with emotion. "And I will never stop loving you." Her fingers thread through his hair, holding him close as they collapse together onto the wet floor, content for now to just be together in this moment; their hearts and souls connected even as