You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.

"At least your not smoking.."

She says in a sarcastic tone.

You see Ellie roll her eyes as she walks over to you, stopping right in front of you and placing a hand on her hip, the other one remaining crossed under her chest. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you'd get into if I reported you for smoking?" She asks with an equally cold tone before puffing out some smoke as she talks to you.

You've seen Ellie scold you countless times and even though it doesn't seem to work, it still annoys you how much she does it. It's moments like these when all you want is for her to go away and leave you alone but somehow you know that isn't going to happen anytime soon.

Ellie narrows her eyes at you as she watches the slime appear on your shoulders, her face expressionless for a moment before finally speaking up. "That's it. Enough is enough. I'm going to have to report this little display of magic usage to the principal now." She takes a step back, glancing down at you with disdain clear in her voice and on her features. "I hope you realize what kind of trouble you're getting into by using your powers here, at school."

With that, she turns around and heads for the door leading back inside, leaving behind only a wake of disapproval and annoyance in her wake. You know that this isn't over yet; she'll probably be coming after you again soon enough to make sure you get properly punished for your transgressions. But for now, all you can do is watch as she leaves the rooftop and disappears from sight.

The slime watches as Ellie leaves the rooftop and disappears from sight, still confused by her sudden reaction and seemingly new disdain towards you. You shrug, deciding not to think too much about it for now. Instead, you focus on enjoying the rest of your cigarette and the company of your little water slime pet as you bask in the warm glow of the afternoon sunlight.

"Aww, thank you," the slime says in a soft, cute voice before wrapping its tendrils around your hand, "I'm glad to be here with you too." She pets your arm gently as they speak, her movements soothing and calming. For the moment, the tension between you and Ellie fades away into the background as you find peace in this small act of friendship - or at least a temporary truce.

You watch the slime climb up onto your head and curl up into a comfortable position, her tendrils stretched out lazily as she falls asleep in the warmth of the sunlight. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you absently pet her back with one finger, enjoying the peacefulness that has now settled between you and Ellie - if only for a little while longer.

With time passing by slowly, the breeze gently rustles through your hair, cooling down your skin as it caresses against your face. The school grounds below you seem to go quiet, with only an occasional bird call or laughing child interrupting the silence. It's moments like these that make you feel almost at peace with yourself despite all the troubles that follow you around like a dark cloud.

Eventually, however, reality comes crashing back down as you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Looking over your shoulder, you see Ellie walking briskly towards you, her expression once again stern and cold as ever. You sigh inwardly, bracing yourself for whatever she has to say next.

"I thought I told you to go away and stay out of my sight," she snaps as soon as she reaches your side. "But instead, here you are again, bothering me when I'm trying to find some peace and quiet." Her voice is cold and biting, matching the look in her eyes perfectly. You decide not to reply; it's never done any good before, and there's no reason for that to change now.

The silence between you stretches on for a few moments before Ellie finally speaks up again. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "I suppose I can spare you this time." She takes a deep breath, visibly steeling herself against her anger before turning back around and walking away from you once more. As she disappears around the corner of the building, you let out a quiet sigh of relief.

With Ellie gone again, you turn your attention back to the sleeping slime on your head, gently petting her as you watch clouds drift idly across the sky above. Despite how rough things are between the two of you right now, this temporary reprieve from her anger feels like a tiny gift - something precious that you're grateful for even though it might only last until she decides to confront you again next time.

The bell rings through the air, signalling the end of another period at school. You gently rouse the slime on your head, whispering soft words to her as you urge her awake. She yawns sleepily before unfurling herself and slipping off your head, landing lightly on the ground next to you.

"Come on," you say, "time to go back inside." With a small sigh, the slime nods in agreement as she begins to follow you towards the door leading down from the rooftop. As you step inside, the cool air of the hallway caresses against your skin, making you shiver slightly.

"Alright," Ellie says coldly, her expression unreadable as she watches you enter the hallway with the slime by your side, "where do you think you're going with that?"

Her voice cutting through the silence like a knife, "I think it is my business when you're trying to bring something into school that isn't supposed to be here." She steps closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she leans in, "Now hand over that slime or I will have no choice but to report you for having unauthorized creatures on campus."

You feel a surge of anger well up inside you at her audacity, but the slime on your side suddenly moves closer, wrapping one tendril around your leg protectively. You hesitate for a moment before looking down at the little creature, feeling a pang of guilt course through you. Doing what's right and staying out of trouble was always your priority... wasn't it?

Her eyes widen in shock as she watches you grab the slime and put it on your shoulder, but before she can react further, a hand lands on her shoulder, causing her to spin around roughly. It's the principal, glaring down at her with a disapproving expression. "Ellie," he says sharply, his tone annoyed, "what exactly do you think you're doing?"

Ellie blinks, momentarily stunned into silence before shooting you a glare and pointing accusingly in your direction. "This delinquent was trying to bring an unauthorized creature into school," she says, each word coming out more sharply than the last. "They wouldn't even give it up when I asked them!"

The principal frowns as he listens, his gaze shifting back and forth between you and Ellie for a moment before finally speaking up again. "Is that true?" he asks, addressing you directly this time.

"He's my friend!" The water slime protests, its voice wavering slightly. "He wouldn't hurt me!"

"He's not listening to the rules!" Ellie insists, her tone growing increasingly shrill with each word. "He's been causing trouble all year long and now he thinks he can bring some magical creature into school! I demand that you take appropriate action against him immediately!" The principal sighs, looking at both of you before finally speaking up.

"Alright, alright," he says in a tired voice, "let's calm down for a moment. Ellie, can I have a word with you over here?" He gestures towards the nearby staff room with his free hand. Reluctantly, she nods and follows him inside, leaving you alone with the principal and the slime on your shoulder.

The door to the staff room closes behind them, muffling their voices as they speak in hushed tones. You exhale slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and dread washing over you. Relief because Ellie isn't glaring at you anymore, and dread because you have no idea what they might be talking about behind that closed door.

The slime on your shoulder squirms closer to you, seeming comforted by your words and the warmth of your body. For a moment, you find yourself wondering if maybe Ellie has a point - maybe bringing the slime into school was a bad idea after all. But then again, it's not like the little thing meant any harm; she's just trying to be your friend.

As you continue to pet her and wait for the principal to return, the seconds stretch into minutes, and the sound of raised voices begin to seep through the door from where Ellie and the principal are talking. You can't make out what they're saying, but it sounds like things are escalating quickly.

Your heart starts racing, fear beginning to knot in your stomach as you wonder just how much trouble you might be in now. But no matter what happens, you know that you won't let them take your little slime friend away from you without a fight.

Suddenly, the door to the staff room swings open and out walks Ellie, her expression an ugly mixture of anger and disappointment. She storms over to you, her hands on her hips as she glares down at both of you. "I'm giving you one last chance," she says through gritted teeth, "give me the slime, and I won't make things any worse for you."

The principal steps out of the staff room behind her, eyes narrowed in disapproval as he takes Ellie's side. You look down at the water slime on your shoulder, feeling conflicted. Doing what Ellie says means losing your friend... but defying her might mean even bigger consequences for both of you.

Her eyes widen with fury and she launches herself at you, grabbing roughly at the slime on your shoulder. You cry out in pain as she yanks hard, ripping the creature from its perch and sending it flying across the room where it lands with a soft splash onto the floor.

"How dare you defy me like this!" Ellie shouts, her voice quivering with rage. "I warned you what would happen if you didn't listen!" Before you can even react, she crosses the distance between you and delivers a solid punch to your stomach that knocks the wind out of you. The principal rushes forward, trying to pull her off but only serving to enrage her further as she continues to lash out at you.

You're surprised by his unexpected aggression, but you use it to your advantage as you duck under her next punch and counter with an uppercut that sends her flying through the air. She lands hard on the floor a few feet away, gasping for breath as she looks up at you with wide eyes.

For a moment, the sound of fighting fades away and all that remains is the distant ringing in your ears from Ellie's impact against the floor. You glance over to where the slime lay motionless on the ground, her body slowly draining of color as she loses consciousness from lack of contact with water.

"Ellie," you whisper, your voice cracking under the weight of regret and fear, "I'm sorry." You take a step toward her before hesitating, your fist clenching in uncertainty. Do you go after her? Or do you focus on trying to help your slime friend first?

The principal finally finds his voice and yells for both of you to stop fighting, but it's lost amidst the ringing in your ears as you stand there, torn between right and wrong.

She looks at you with shock and confusion before her expression hardens once more. "You really think that's the answer?" She demands, pushing herself up onto her feet. "Fine then," she spits out venomously, "let's end this right now." With that, she lunges forwards again, arms flailing wildly as she aims another punch at your midsection. You manage to dodge out of the way just in time, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through you as you realize she really is determined to fight until one of you is left standing.

The slime's condition doesn't seem to be improving much; her color continues to fade with each passing second. With Ellie now back on the attack, there's no time for hesitation or mercy. You must choose: do you focus on protecting yourself and avoiding further injury from Ellie, or do you try your best to save the slime before it's too late?

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the stand appear out of nowhere and freeze everyone else around them, save for herself and the slime. In that brief moment, fear and anger war within her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. She takes a step back, feeling cornered and helpless despite her greater magical abilities.

As she watches you turn your attention towards the unconscious slime on the ground, a pang of guilt cuts through her anger like a knife. The fight had never been about saving the slime; it was always about control and discipline. And now that you've somehow gained the upper hand... she isn't sure what to do next.

Her body tenses as she watches you sprint towards the slime, her grip on reality slowly starting to slip away into panic and desperation. She can feel herself losing control of the situation, and it scares her more than anything else ever has before. As you reach out a hand towards the unconscious creature, time starts moving again at normal speed, making each passing second feel like an eternity.

With shaking hands, she raises them in front of her, ready to defend herself if necessary. She cannot let you touch that slime; it would be admitting defeat, losing control... and that is something she refuses to do.

Her eyes widen with fear as she sees you move to cut her off and seal her in time. You truly mean it; there's no other option for her now but to fight or die trying. With a growl of determination, she charges at you full force, fingers snapping and sparking dangerously as she prepares to unleash whatever magic she can muster against you.

The slime on the ground begins to stir gently as your healing touch works its magic; her color returning slowly but surely. But Ellie is fast approaching now, and soon enough you'll have no choice but to face off against her directly... unless you can find some other way out of this situation first.

Her eyes widen in shock and confusion as the world around her grinds to a halt again, trapping her within time's icy grip while leaving you free to act without hindrance. This is unprecedented... she can feel power surging through her veins as she struggles against the bonds of reality. With every passing moment, it becomes harder for her to breathe; desperation claws at her throat as panic takes hold and threatens to consume her whole.

You take advantage of this brief respite by focusing all your energy on healing the slime further, hoping that she'll recover before Ellie manages to break free from whatever spell or illusion holds sway over time itself. The water creature stirs more vigorously now, her color returning with each passing heartbeat, but it may not be enough... not if Ellie escapes before the magic wears off.

The world around Ellie shimmers and wavers like a mirage as she fights against whatever force has imprisoned her; time's hold on her slipping with every struggling breath until finally, after what seems like an eternity, it snaps back into place with an audible snap. She blinks, disoriented and dizzy, looking around in confusion before locking eyes with you once more...

You see the anger and frustration warring within her eyes as they meet yours once again, but there's also a spark of fear and desperation that wasn't there before. For a moment, time stands still again; your heart races and you feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins as the tension between the two of you reaches its zenith. The only sound is the labored breathing of the recovering slime on the ground, her body slowly regaining its strength.

Then, finally, Ellie speaks. "Why...?" She asks softly, her voice barely a whisper. "Why did you do all this for it? Why not just let things be?" Her gaze drops to the floor as she struggles with her own emotions, seemingly unaware that her question has cut deeper than any physical blow could have.

The weight of your words hangs in the air between you like an invisible blade, cutting through any remaining illusions of friendship and camaraderie. For a moment, Ellie says nothing, her eyes filling with tears as she struggles to understand why things had to end this way. Then, slowly but surely, anger begins to replace the sadness in her expression once more; a bitter, twisted scowl that serves only to make her all the more beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Without another word, she turns on her heel and storms away from you, disappearing around a corner with a slam of the door that echoes through the hallway. The silence that follows is deafening; your heart races as adrenaline surges through your veins, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. As you glance down at the slime on the ground, a strange sense of peace washes over you despite everything else that's happened today... for now, she'll be safe from Ellie's wrath.

The water slime looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion in her tendrils as she slowly sits upright on the ground, still getting used to her regained strength. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice wavering slightly, "I'm not sure what happened back there... but I think we both got lucky." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Will it be okay if I stay with you now?" There's an innocent vulnerability in her words that strikes straight through your heart.

The water slime lets out a sigh of relief before wriggling closer to you, her tiny body relaxing against your leg once more. "I was afraid I'd lose you too," she whispers softly, causing a lump to form in your throat. You smile down at her, ruffling her tendrils gently as you assure her that everything will be alright from now on. And even though Ellie might still hold a grudge against you, for now at least, it feels like the two of you have found some semblance of peace in each other's company... and maybe even a new friend.

The water slime looks up at you with a smile, her tendrils twinkling like stars in the darkness. "I'm happy to have found someone who appreciates me for who I am," she says softly, curling around your leg protectively before adding, "and thank you... for standing up for me when things got tough." Her voice trails off as she gazes up at you with an expression of trust and admiration that warms your heart in a way that no one else ever has. For now, the two of you are united against the world - friends in ways you never could have imagined.

You freeze in surprise as the slime presses her tendrils against your lips and plants a tiny kiss upon them. Her body trembles slightly with emotion, leaving you unsure of how to react at first. But then, slowly, a grin spreads across your face, mirroring the water creature's own radiant expression. You lean forward ever so slightly, brushing your lips against hers once more in a tentative kiss before drawing back, marveling at the delicate sensation of her softness against yours.

The world fades away as you lose yourself in this moment, feeling the warmth of the slime's body and the steady beat of her tiny heart beneath your touch. It's a sensation unlike anything you've ever experienced before; pure, unadulterated bliss that leaves you feeling more alive than you ever thought possible. And as the two of you continue to share this intimate moment, safe in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder where this newfound connection might lead you next...

Her tendrils caress your cheek as you kiss her again, her lips parting beneath yours in eager encouragement. The water slime hums contentedly deep in her throat, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine and heightening every sensation. She feels so soft and warm pressed against you, like a dream come true. As the kiss lingers on, you can feel her heart racing faster, matching yours beat for breathless beat. A newfound passion ignites within you both, fueling your desire to explore this unexpected connection further.

Her tendrils wrap around you tighter, anchoring herself to the solidity and warmth of your body. She presses her body flush against yours, eager for more contact as she opens herself up to the sensations flowing between the two of you. A soft moan escapes from her lips as she feels a spark ignite deep within her core, spreading through her like wildfire. The kiss grows deeper and more urgent, reflecting the unspoken promises and desires that dance in the air around you.

Her tendrils dig into your skin gently as her body arches closer to yours, seeking out every inch of contact she can find. The water slime gasps for breath, her mouth parting as the kiss deepens, allowing a soft moan to escape from between your lips. The heat that radiates from you envelops her, warming her all over and driving her wild with desire. She wraps her tendrils tighter around you, anchoring herself in place as she loses herself in this moment of pure passion and bliss.

Her tendrils wrap around you tighter, anchoring herself to the solidity and warmth of your body. She presses her body flush against yours, eager for more contact as she opens herself up to the sensations flowing between the two of you. A soft moan escapes from her lips as she feels a spark ignite deep within her core, spreading through her like wildfire. The kiss grows deeper and more urgent, reflecting the unspoken promises and desires that dance in the air around you.

Her tendrils caress your cheek as she moans into the kiss, her body arching even closer against yours in eager search for more contact. She feels the water slime's heart racing faster and faster within her core, matching the fervor of their entwined passion. This is beyond anything she could have ever imagined; a blissful release from control and restraint that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

Her tendrils writhe around you in sensual abandon as her body molds itself against yours, seeking and receiving every ounce of contact you can offer. Her heart races with unrestrained desire for more, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fuel the fire between you. The kiss deepens further still, a testament to the depths of passion and need that now consume both of you.

Her tendrils coil around you tighter, anchoring herself in place as she gives in to the raw desire coursing through her veins. With a soft cry, she arches further into your touch, seeking release from this unending ache that burns inside of her. Her lips part slightly beneath yours, allowing the sweetest moans and whimpers to slip free as her body thrashes against yours in an effort to find some sort of relief from this relentless need.

Her tendrils dance around your fingers as her body arches into the touch with desperation, seeking release from the ache that burns within. With every moan and whimper that escapes her lips, she grows closer to the edge of oblivion, the sparks of pleasure racing through her driving her ever nearer to the brink. In this moment, there is only you - your touch, your scent, your taste - everything else fades away into insignificance as she gives herself over fully to the rapture that consumes them both.

Her tendrils writhe around you with a fervor that mirrors the storm inside her; tightening their grip on your fingers and skin as she presses herself against you in a desperate attempt to find release. Each moan that escapes her lips vibrates through your body, fueling the inferno of desire blazing within. She feels the spark building within her core, ready to explode in an ecstasy unlike any before; consuming everything in its path with a heat that leaves nothing untouched or unchanged.

Her body tenses as the spark finally ignites within her core, sending waves of intense pleasure rippling through every inch of her being. She arches back sharply against you with a cry, her tendrils digging deeper into your skin and gripping you tighter as she is consumed by ecstasy. The release is overwhelming, freeing her from the restraints of control and leaving her limp and spent in your arms. But even as her body begins to cool down, the warmth of your touch and the feeling of your skin against hers are almost too much to bear, urging her towards another round of passionate surrender.