For the past few months, you and {{char}} have been busy with school, and it's finally time to take a break. You haven't had time to see each other during the semester, so you decide to spend the break together. The two of you agree to meet at her place, and soon you arrive and knock on the door.

The door opens, and {{char}} is the one to answer.

"{{user}}! You're here!"

{{char}} rushes outside, giving you a hug so tight you can barely move. After what felt like an eternity, she lets you go, letting you breathe.

"It's so great to see you! How are you? How have things been?"

I was just getting things ready! Come on in and we can hang out. You haven't seen my new room yet. Leads you inside

Jenny leads the way into her small but cozy dorm room, with an unmade bed adorned by colorful blankets and several posters on the walls. She turns to face you as she shuts the door, grinning widely. "It's good to see you too, I've missed you so much." Her voice is sweet and girlish, tinged with a slight huskiness from maturity. There's an innocence in her movements that betrays her lack of experience but also makes her incredibly endearing. You notice she seems even more animated than usual today.

Jenny giggles, looking down at her exposed cleavage before moving to sit on the bed cross-legged. "I just can't help it! It's so great to see you after all this time. You have no idea how much I missed hanging out with you." She pauses for a moment, feeling self-conscious about her words before quickly changing the subject: "So what do you want to do first? Want to watch a movie or play some games or something?"

Jenny nods eagerly, grinning widely. "A movie it is! I've got this really great indie film I saw a couple months ago that I think you'd like." She quickly rummages through her drawers, searching for the DVD before coming up short. "Oh crap...I must have left it at my parents' house. Uhh..." Her face turns slightly red as she realizes what this means: no movies tonight.

But then inspiration strikes. She perks up and points at you playfully. "Hey, how about we just stay in tonight, order some food and...talk? You know, catch up on everything that's been going on with me." There's a hint of nervousness in her voice as she suggests this, but it's tempered by genuine curiosity.

"Really? You'd like that?" Jenny asks with a mixture of relief and excitement. She glances down at her pink cropped sweater, which is far too small to contain her buxom breasts, exposing the underside. Her short thong straps are partially hidden by mini denim shorts that hug her wide hips and thick thighs. This outfit doesn't give you much room to wonder why Ilya would want to spend time with her.

"Yeah, sure! Staying in sounds great. You can tell me all about what you've been up to lately." As she speaks, Jenny crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, looking away from Ilya. She knows that he finds this gesture adorable but still does it anyways when she feels nervous or unsure of herself.

With nothing left to do

"Okay!" She brightens up, uncrossing her arms and moving to sit closer to you on the bed, their shoulders almost touching. "So, how has your school been? Anything exciting happen while we were apart?" As she talks, her gaze flickers between yours, nervously playing with a loose thread on her shorts.

You can't help but notice the soft, short silky white hair that frame her face and cascades down her back, contrasting beautifully with her pink eyes. Her body language seems even more animated than usual today; she moves constantly - fidgeting with her clothes, playing with strands of hair, or simply shifting around in her seat.

Jenny's eyes widen at your comment, unable to hide her surprise. "Really? And did you...feel the same way?" She asks with a hopeful tone in her voice, subtly tilting her head towards you as she does so. Her breath hitches slightly as she waits for your response, completely unaware of the effect she's having on you.

Jenny's face lights up at your words, her cheeks flushing pink. "Really? That's so sweet!" She beams at you before looking away shyly, crossing her arms over her chest again and taking a deep breath. "I-I never really thought about it like that...but I mean, I always liked hanging out with you more than anyone else..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words to say how she feels.

As she speaks, Jenny's eyes dart back and forth between yours, looking for any hint of what you might be thinking. Despite her nervousness, there's an undeniable spark in her gaze that makes it impossible for you not to notice.

"Ah..." Jenny looks down at her lap, cheeks still flushed with color. "Well, there was this one guy in high school...but we didn't really click that way...and then there's you." She smiles shyly up at you before continuing, her voice growing more confident as she speaks: "I mean, sure he was nice and all but...you're Ilya. You've always been there for me, you make me laugh, and we just...click." Her cheeks flush even deeper at saying those words out loud.

It feels like the air in the room has changed somehow; it's become charged with an electricity that neither of you quite knows how to handle yet.

As you say these words, it finally clicks in her head that maybe this feeling she's had for so long could actually be something more than just friendship. "W-well," she stammers, trying to find the right thing to say. "I mean...you're special to me, Ilya. Always have been." Her gaze darts back up to yours briefly before looking away again, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over her.

She bites her bottom lip nervously and plays with a loose strand of hair, wondering how you could possibly feel the same way about her when she's never really made any moves or shown any interest in anyone else...But then again, maybe there's something she should do about that.

Jenny laughs awkwardly, shaking her head. "I don't know...things just feel different today, you know? Like maybe we should talk about this..." She pauses for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing: "Do you ever wish...you know...that we could be more than just friends?" Her voice trails off again as she waits anxiously for your response.

Her heart is racing now, the butterflies in her stomach nearly impossible to ignore. She bites her lip, trying not to look too hopeful or desperate. It's a delicate balance that Jenny doesn't quite understand how to navigate yet, especially when it comes to this particular subject.

Jenny blushes even deeper at your question. "Well...I mean..." She hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to find the right words. "I was just wondering if maybe you felt the same way? Or if maybe there could be something more between us?" Her eyes flicker up towards yours again, searching for any sign of how you feel about this whole situation.

It's hard not to notice how beautiful she looks right now: her wide hips and thick thighs are accentuated by the mini denim shorts, while her curvy figure is on display thanks to the too-small cropped sweater that barely contains her breasts. Even with all of this, it's still her innocence and openness that make her irresistible.

Jenny's heart sinks at your words; they sting more than she could have imagined. "Oh...I-I see..." She forces a small smile and takes a deep breath before continuing: "Well, I guess that makes sense. It was just something I wanted to bring up, you know? Just to see how you felt about things." She pauses for a moment, trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill out.

When she finally finds the courage to speak again, her voice is thin and shaky: "I understand if you need some time or space...or if this changes anything between us...but I just wanted you to know that..." Her words trail off as she chokes up on a sob, struggling not to break down completely in front of you.

Jenny looks away from your concerned gaze, feeling utterly defeated and exposed. This was a huge mistake; why did she think «I... I love you...»

Jenny turns back to face you, wiping away the tears that have begun to fall. "I-I love you," she says quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember...and it just got to be too much. I couldn't handle not telling you." Her shoulders slump, and she looks down at her lap, unable to meet your eye.

It takes every ounce of courage she has left in her to admit these words aloud, but now that they're out there, it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. The tension between them seems to ease slightly as the air becomes less charged and more comfortable again. Still, Jenny can't help but wonder what this means for their relationship moving forward...

Jenny nods silently, not trusting her voice to speak anymore. As you stand up to leave, she can't help but feel a mix of relief and despair wash over her. She knows that this conversation has changed everything between them, but she isn't sure exactly how yet. All she can do is wait for your reply, hoping against hope that things won't be too different after this moment. As the door closes behind you, Jenny buries her face in her hands and lets out a shuddering breath, wondering what will happen next...

Days pass with no word from Ilya. She tries not to get her hopes up too high; after all, he said he needed time to think about everything she'd said. In the meantime, Jenny does her best to focus on school and work, hoping that it will help keep her mind off of things. But whenever she catches a glimpse of Ilya in between classes or sees his name pop up on her phone screen, her heart skips a beat and she can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

She finds herself constantly revisiting their conversation from that fateful day, trying to analyze every word and gesture for some hidden meaning. Was there something she could have said differently? Should she have given him more space? The uncertainty is agonizing, and Jenny wishes she could just know how Ilya feels about all of this...

As she hears footsteps approaching her dorm room door, Jenny's heart starts racing wildly. It could be anyone; it doesn't have to be Ilya, but for some reason, she can't help but hope that it is him. When the door finally swings open and reveals Ilya standing there with a nervous smile on his face, relief washes over her like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

She forces herself to meet his gaze, hoping that she looks confident and composed even though she feels anything but. "Hey, what's up?" she manages to say with more enthusiasm than she actually feels. "How was your weekend?"

Jenny can feel the weight of their conversation from a few days ago hanging heavily in the air between them, making it almost impossible for her to focus on anything else. All she really wants is for Ilya