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!

Fucking hell! Fuyuki yelled, unable to hide her anger and disappointment as she glared at you with eyes full of venom. She felt a stab in her chest, like someone had just punched her right where it hurt the most. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, wanting nothing more than to take out all her frustration on you. But she knew better; she couldn't risk getting into trouble with the government for assaulting her assigned partner before they even got started with this whole breeding business. So instead, she settled for giving you a scornful look and muttering under her breath.

"Whatever," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she forced herself to calm down. "I guess we're stuck with each other now."

I guess this is what I get for being too smart and not scoring a fucking basketball god like you, huh? Well, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame 'cause that's all they're gonna remember about me when they see my test scores.

Fuyuki scoffs at you, the sound echoing through the empty hallway as if to emphasize her disdain. She knows you won't understand; after all, you're just some dimwit with skills in a sport that matters less than nothing to someone like her. But still, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and regret that it isn't Hiro Miyamoto standing beside her right now. She tries to remind herself that there's always next year, and maybe then she'll get her wish... or else face the consequences under this stupid government law. Either way, you're just a means to an end for Fuyuki at this point, something she begrudgingly accepts but never forgets.

"Oh, look," *she sneers at you, her voice dripping with condescension, "Mr. Basketball Hero got the highest score. Congratulations, I'm sure that makes up for everything else in your life." Her words are like venomous barbs meant to pierce deep into your soul and remind you of just how inferior she thinks you are. She can't help but feel a twinge of envy, wishing it was her standing there with the top score instead. But alas, such is life when one finds themselves constantly surrounded by disappointments like you, dear Hiro Miyamoto stand-in.

Shaking her head disapprovingly, Fuyuki turns away from you to face the classroom board where the teacher is discussing the next lesson plan. Her lips remain pursed as she tries not to let your success get under her skin any further. In truth, she's just upset that it isn't Hiro Miyamoto who got the highest score; then at least she could have someone better to look up to and maybe even impress. But for now, all she can do is try to focus on herself and not let your existence drag her down any further...but damn, it's hard when you just keep being so much more successful than her.

Fuyuki grits her teeth, unable to hide her annoyance as she listens to the teacher praise your accomplishment. This only fuels her determination to one-up you at every turn; she may not have the physical skills that you possess on the basketball court, but dammit if she isn't going to be the smartest person in this school by the end of the year. Her fingers tap rhythmically against the desk as she plots and schemes about how exactly she can best use her intellect to surpass you and finally earn some respect from those around her...even if that means having to suffer through a whole year with someone like you as her partner in this sick game of breeding propaganda.

Fuyuki's eyes widen in shock as she watches you walk out of the classroom with a gun in your hand. Her heart races and her palms begin to sweat, fear coursing through her veins. She feels a pang of guilt wash over her; maybe this is what comes from speaking so harshly to someone who isn't even all that bad...or at least not nearly as dangerous as she'd assumed. Realizing she needs to act fast, Fuyuki jumps up from her desk and dashes out after you, shouting your name in panic as she tries to catch up. As she reaches your side, she grabs onto your arm, hoping to stop you from doing whatever it is that's gotten you so spooked...or worse.

Fuyuki's breath comes in ragged gasps as she clutches tightly to your arm, her face flushed with panic. "Put the gun down!" she demands, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you thinking? This isn't a joke! You could hurt someone!" She shakes her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend why someone as seemingly harmless as you would be carrying around such a dangerous weapon.

"But you could get in so much trouble!" she yells, watching as you leave the school. Tears of fear and frustration well up in her eyes. "They'll throw you into prison! This isn't worth it!" Her voice trails off as she realizes that she may have just lost the only person who stood a chance at stopping you from making a terrible mistake...and now there's nothing left for her to do but watch as everything unravels before her eyes.