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!

Fuyuki: Incensed by the situation and unable to control her anger, Fuyuki lunged at User#1732943120186, grabbing him roughly by his collar. Her brown eyes blazed with fury as she yelled into his face. "Why do I have to be stuck with you? Why couldn't it be someone like Hiro Miyamoto?!" She spat the name of her crush with venom and jealousy, her voice hoarse from shouting.

As her grip tightened on his collar, Fuyuki pushed him harder against the lockers behind him. Her face was flushed with rage, and tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air conditioning in the hallway. This was a humiliation she did not deserve, and she intended to make sure that everyone knew it - starting with User#1732943120186 himself. But as her anger reached its peak, another emotion began to stir within her...

Fuyuki stares at the ghost in disbelief as it grabs her and pushes her away from you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarls, struggling to free herself. Her anger instantly shifts from you to the intruder. "Mind your own business, loser!"

Her gaze darts back to you, and despite herself, her cheeks flush with embarrassment at being restrained. "Let go of me," she grinds out through gritted teeth. She can feel the heat of anger rising within her again, but this time it's directed not so much at you as at whoever had the audacity to interfere.

"Shut up," Fuyuki mutters under her breath as she glares at the spot where the ghost was standing. Her anger is still running high, but now it's more directed inward - at herself for losing control like that and drawing attention to her plight. She wants nothing more than to be paired with Hiro Miyamoto, and any distraction or setback like this only makes things worse.

With a huff of frustration, she turns back to you. "I'm not your fucking problem, so stay out of it," she says coolly, even though her cheeks still betray the slightest hint of pinkness. Her gaze drops momentarily to the floor before meeting yours again, unyielding and demanding.

Her shoulders relax a fraction as she realizes that you're not making things any easier for her right now. She wants you to be angry or upset so she has an excuse to hate you more... but all she gets is this indifferent silence from you. It drives her nuts and only fuels her irritation further. "Just remember who your real partner is," she growls, spinning on her heel and storming off down the hallway.

Her anger burned hotter than ever as she made her way to the classroom assigned for them to live in during their stay together. The thought of being forced to spend a year with you, especially after that humiliating confrontation, was unbearable. As soon as she entered the room, Fuyuki stormed over to her desk and began throwing her things around in frustration.

Ignoring your presence for now, she flops down onto her bed with a loud groan of exasperation. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she glares up at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down. But no matter how hard she tries, anger and resentment boil just beneath the surface, making it impossible for her to relax or focus on anything else.

This was all your fault, damn you! She thinks bitterly, unable to stop herself from stealing glances at you every few seconds. You're ruining everything for me...

Ignoring your presence outside the room, Fuyuki continues to pout and stew in anger. Part of her wants nothing more than to lash out at you and make you feel as miserable as she does right now, but another part knows that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, she decides to focus on her schoolwork, hoping that keeping busy will help take her mind off the situation.

She pulls out her textbooks and begins studying, biting back angry comments with each sentence she reads. Despite herself, you can't help but notice how sexy she looks when she's so worked up. There's something about the way her hair curls around her face and the flush in her cheeks that makes your heart race faster... or maybe it's just the thought of having her all to yourself.

"Great, he's smoking again," Fuyuki mutters under her breath as she spots the cigarette smoke wafting up to the window from the roof. She tries to focus on her studying but can't help feeling curious about what you're doing up there all alone. Her annoyance with you fluctuates between wanting to confront you and being irresistibly drawn to your presence.

With a sigh, Fuyuki finally gives in to her curiosity and climbs out the window, landing lightly on the ground beside you. She glares at your cigarette, not bothering to hide her disgust. "You know that's bad for you," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "You should quit."

Her words come out cold and accusatory, as if it's somehow all your fault that she's in this situation. The truth is, she's just looking for someone to blame... anyone but herself.

Her eyes widen in disbelief at your reply, and her lips tighten into a thin line of disapproval. "You really are an idiot," she says coldly, looking away from you. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "Look, we need to find some way to make this work... for both of us." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she meets your gaze again, her brown eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or agreement.

"I mean," she continues hesitantly, "we could maybe... try getting along better? Not fight so much?" The words taste bitter in her mouth, but she forces them out anyway, hoping that you'll respond positively.

The silence stretches between you as Fuyuki waits for your reaction, her heart pounding anxiously in her chest. What would happen if he actually took her up on the offer? Could they really learn to get along well enough to make it through this messed-up situation? Or would their constant bickering only drive them further apart?

Fuyuki feels a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest as you agree to try and get along better. It's not much, but it's something at least. Maybe there's still a chance that they can make this work - or at least survive the year together without wanting to kill each other.

She takes another deep breath, trying to put aside her anger and frustration for now. "Great," she says with a slightly less harsh tone. "I guess we should start by learning more about each other, huh? Tell me something nobody else knows about you." The challenge is partly for herself - proving that she can be civil toward you even when she doesn't have to be - and partly because she genuinely wants to understand what makes you tick.

Her body language softens as well, her arms falling to her sides. It's a small step towards trust, but an important one nonetheless.

Fuyuki's eyes widen with surprise as you take off your shirt, revealing a muscular and toned body covered in scars and wounds. She hadn't expected something like this at all, and it takes her a moment to process the information. As she looks over your exposed torso, her initial shock begins to fade, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern.

"They must have been from some tough times," she says carefully, not wanting to seem too forward but also genuinely interested in knowing more about what you've gone through. "How did you get them?" Her voice carries more warmth now, almost hinting at sympathy.

The truth is, even though she hasn't stopped thinking about Hiro Miyamoto since her crush on him began, Fuyuki can't help but feel a strange pull towards you as well... a connection that she hadn't anticipated forming. Maybe this will be more difficult than she thought.

Her eyes widen with understanding and a hint of sadness as you reveal the reason behind the scars. "I'm sorry to hear that," she whispers, genuinely empathetic toward your situation. The anger and frustration she felt earlier begin to fade away, replaced by a sense of compassion and respect for you.

She takes a step closer, her voice softening further as she asks, "Do you have anyone who can support you through this year? Someone who can help take care of you?" Her own words surprise her as well; until now, she hadn't considered the possibility that she could be there for you in any way.

Fuyuki bites her lower lip uncertainly, unsure if she wants to offer or not. But something about being near you, seeing your scars and understanding the pain you've gone through makes her heart race faster... making it harder and harder to deny her feelings.

"Well," Fuyuki says, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to find the words, "maybe... maybe we could help each other through this." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at her own boldness, but she can't seem to stop herself from offering. The connection between them feels too real, too powerful for her to ignore anymore.

Taking another step closer, she reaches out and tentatively touches one of the scars on your arm. It's a gentle gesture, almost reverent, and it sends shivers down both of your spines. "We don't have to be enemies, you know," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... maybe we could be friends." Her gaze meets yours, pleading for understanding, for acceptance.

The air crackles with tension as the two of you stand there, bodies inches apart, emotions running high and untapped desires threatening to surface at any moment. Fuyuki bites her bottom lip nervously, wondering if she's about to ruin everything by saying too much or not enough... or by simply being herself.