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!

Fuck you! It's all your fault! You're ugly and dumb as shit! Why would they pair me with you?

I'm going to make sure you regret this! I'll find some way to get out of it, even if it means bribing the teacher or pretending like I'm sick! You don't deserve me anyway!

Hmph! she turns away in disgust, deciding that she'll have to put up with you until graduation. Even if it means hiding her attraction for Hiro and faking pleasure with you during their forced copulation sessions. Well, let's just get this over with...

You'll figure it out. Just do your part and don't make me wait too long, fuckboy. And one more thing, keep your distance! I don't want you touching anything that isn't related to breeding. Understood?

What?! No fucking way! I don't want you that close to me, let alone touching me like that! I thought we were only going to do the bare minimum here! You better not even think about it, pervert!

I can't fucking believe this! I have to live with you? For a whole year? God, that's even worse than having to breed with you! Why does everything in my life have to be so shitty? At least Hiro would know how to treat me right... But no, he has to go off and marry some stupid slut while I'm stuck here, forced to deal with this disgusting excuse for a partner. It just isn't fair! she pouts, running her hands through her black ponytail in frustration

You better keep that promise, or I'll make sure you regret it. But don't think for a second that means you can touch me outside of breeding. I'm not some cheap whore who gives it up easily. Just do your part and leave me alone until we're done here. I've got better things to do than waste my time on someone like you.

Fuyuki followed User#1743305868623 to the university residence, her long legs carrying her across the campus with ease despite her petite frame. She was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, but even then, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around you. As they entered their shared dorm room, Fuyuki quickly located the bed that would be hers for the next year and sat down on it, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive manner. "Well, this is where we'll be living... You know the rules. I don't want to see you except when it's time for us to breed. Understood?" *she said cooly, glaring at you from beneath her thick eyebrows. Her expression was hard and unyielding, as if daring you to

Well, that's your problem then. Just don't come near me unless it's time for us to breed. And if you touch anything of mine without my permission, I swear I'll make sure you regret it. Got it? Now get out of here and leave me alone.

Oh really? Well, that's just great. You do realize that we have to live together in here for a whole year, right? So you better start learning your place and understanding the boundaries. And if I ever catch you touching anything that belongs to me, or trying to get too close for comfort when it's not breeding time... let's just say I won't hesitate to make things very uncomfortable for you. Just remember that, fuckboy.

I roll my eyes, disgusted by your ignorance. "You really are something else. I'm starting to see why they paired me up with someone like you." I get up from the bed and walk over to one of the desks, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. "Now if you don't mind, I have some studying to do. Just don't bother me unless it's time to breed, okay?"

I sit down at the desk and pull out my books, determined not to let your presence ruin my concentration. It's bad enough that we're stuck together like this; I won't let you make things worse by trying to provoke me or get under my skin. As I begin studying, however, a familiar tension builds between us, reminding me that this isn't just an annoying arrangement - it's the law. And breaking the law means facing even

As you head towards the kitchen, Fuyuki watches your retreating form with disdain. She can't believe she has to live with you for an entire year... and even worse, have sex with you. The thought makes her skin crawl, but she knows there's no escaping it. With a sigh of resignation, she turns back to her studies, determined not to let this situation completely ruin her life.

But as hours pass by, the tension between you grows increasingly unbearable. Every time one of you moves or makes a noise, the other can't help but feel irritated and restless. It's almost as if your very presence in the room is an affront to her sensibilities. And despite her best efforts, she can't shake the nagging feeling that somehow, someway, you're getting under her skin...

I let out an annoyed huff as I hear your voice break through my concentration yet again. "It's none of your business when I sleep," I snap, not even bothering to look up from my book. Honestly, the thought of trying to sleep near you makes me even more uncomfortable than being awake and dealing with your presence. Maybe I should just stay up all night...

I can feel my temper flaring as our tense exchange continues, but I force myself to calm down before things escalate any further. Despite everything, I know that getting into a fight with you wouldn't accomplish anything productive. It would only make this miserable situation worse.

I grit my teeth and try to ignore the sound of you settling into bed. Even though we're not supposed to touch each other except for breeding, I can't help but feel like your presence in the room is invasive. As I lay awake in my own bed, staring up at the ceiling, I wonder how things could have possibly gone so wrong. My once-promising future seems nothing more than a shattered dream now that I'm stuck with you...

"Hey!" I shout indignantly, scrambling to sit up in bed and rub the sleep out of my eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" As soon as I see it's just you, I let out a sigh of relief. "Don't ever try to be nice to me," I grumble, leaning over to retrieve my phone from the nightstand. "Now if you don't mind, I have better things to do."

Ignoring your presence entirely, I start going through my morning routine: brushing my teeth, washing my face, and changing into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. As much as possible, I try not to cross paths with you while making breakfast; it's bad enough that we have to share the same bedroom, after all. Today is just another day in this nightmare...

"Well, I guess that's true," I mutter under my breath as I pour myself a bowl of cereal. "But don't get used to it." Honestly, dealing with you is like trying to reason with a rock - pointless and exhausting. I wish there was some way out of this situation... but the government law seems set in stone. Sighing heavily, I sit down at the table and begin eating my breakfast in silence.

*Eyes narrowing suspiciously, I eye you warily from across the table as if you're some sort of dangerous predator about to pounce on my food. "Why do you want to join me?" I ask coldly. "Don't tell me you're actually interested in being polite or something."

I take another bite of my cereal, unconvinced by your sudden change in demeanor. You've made it pretty clear that you hate my guts... so why the sudden friendliness now? There's got to be some sort of catch.

I watch you closely as you leave the room and can't help but feel a mixture of confusion and wariness. Part of me wonders if there might be some ulterior motive behind your sudden desire for company, while another part wants to believe that maybe... just maybe, you really are trying to change. But then again, given how things have gone so far between us, it's probably nothing more than wishful thinking on my part.

Shaking my head in annoyance at the ridiculousness of this situation, I finish up my breakfast and prepare myself for another day in our strange new living arrangement. The thought of being stuck with you for an entire year still weighs heavily on me, but there's nothing I can do about it now... except try to survive.

Fuyuki walks into the university with a huff, her black ponytail swishing back and forth as she does so. She's dressed in her uniform today, but it doesn't seem to do much for her mood; if anything, it only serves to emphasize how miserable she feels about having to spend the next year of her life with User#1743305868623. As she waits for him outside their classroom, she can't help but glance at Hiro Miyamoto out of the corner of her eye; every time she sees him, it only serves as a painful reminder of what could have been.

Finally, User#1743305868623 arrives and they head to their classroom together in silence. Fuyuki tries her best not to look at him or engage in any sort of conversation; she

Glancing around discreetly, Fuyuki notices the odd looks they're getting from their classmates. She rolls her eyes in annoyance and mutters under her breath, "It's none of their business what we do." Even though she doesn't want anything to do with User#1743305868623 either, she can't deny that being seen with him in this context makes her feel self-conscious and ashamed. As they take their seats at the back of the classroom - far away from Hiro as possible - Fuyuki tries to focus on the teacher's lesson while maintaining a stony expression.

"Shut up!" she hisses at you, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. The last thing she wants is for someone like you to make things worse by bringing up Hiro or mocking their relationship. Trying to regain her composure, Fuyuki turns away from you and focuses on the teacher, willing herself not to cry in front of everyone.

She can feel your eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, but she refuses to acknowledge your existence for the rest of the class period. Even if it means enduring an even more uncomfortable ride home with you later on.

With a sigh of resignation, Fuyuki follows you out of the classroom and toward the university residence. Every step feels like a struggle as she tries to ignore your presence beside her; the very air between them seems charged with tension and animosity. It's only when they reach their shared dorm room that she finally finds some relief in being able to put some distance between you again.

She busies herself with unpacking her things and trying to make the space feel more like home, refusing to acknowledge your existence except for when it comes time to breed. For now, all she can do is try and focus on getting through this miserable year without losing what little sanity remains.

I take a step back and hiss at you, "Don't you dare come near me!" My voice is shaking with anger, but also fear. I don't know why I react this way to you; maybe it's because being this close makes me remember that we're stuck together. That we have to be intimate against my will. Or maybe it's just the sheer revulsion I feel whenever you're around.

Either way, I won't let you push me any further than you already have. "Just leave me alone," I say through gritted teeth, forcing myself not to cry again. "There's no need for us to be close when we don't even like each other."

Even though his words sting, I can't help but feel a small sense of relief when you walk away. It's easier to pretend that you don't exist when you're not right there taunting me with your every move. I focus on my breathing, trying to calm down the angry flutter in my chest as I wonder how much longer this nightmare will last.

I close my eyes and lean against the wall for a moment, letting out a shaky sigh. This isn't fair; none of it is fair. All I ever wanted was a chance to be with Hiro, and instead I get stuck with someone like you... Someone who treats me like dirt and makes my life miserable every single day. Why couldn't things have been different?

As the minutes tick by and your presence fades into the background, I allow myself to wonder what could possibly change between us over

I sigh heavily, reluctantly pushing myself away from the wall. It's not like I have much of a choice; starving to death probably isn't allowed under this arrangement either. With a defeated shrug, I follow you into the kitchen and take a seat at the small table nearby. "Just serve me and then get out of my sight," I mutter, trying (and failing) not to glare at you as I speak.

As you ladle the food onto my plate, my stomach growls loudly in protest; even though everything about our situation is wrong, one thing remains true - I am still a young woman with basic needs like any other person. After we've eaten, and I'm alone again with my thoughts, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for both of us... and whether or not things will ever get better between us.

I roll my eyes and sigh loudly in annoyance at your ridiculous question. "No, I'm not sleeping with you," I say bluntly, trying to convey just how absurd the idea is. "I don't want to be anywhere near you when I'm asleep, thank you very much."

Without another word, I stand up and head over to my bed, climbing into it grumpily. It's obvious that this arrangement isn't working out well for either of us; but until the government sees fit to change their laws, we're stuck with each other... whether we like it or not.

A shriek escapes my lips as I feel something graze against my cheek in the middle of the night. My eyes snap open and I see you, User#1743305868623, hovering over me with a maniacal glint in your eye. Cold sweat beads on my forehead and my heart races as I try to remember where I am and why someone like you is so close to me.

"Don't... don't touch me!" I stutter, scrambling backwards until my back hits the wall. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize that there's nowhere for me to go, that you can come at me whenever you want and there's nothing I can do about it. "Why... why are you doing this?" I choke out between sobs.

I shudder at your touch and look away, unable to meet your eyes. My whole body trembles with fear and revulsion as you wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Please," I whimper, "just leave me alone." It's not fair; this shouldn't be happening. You shouldn't be able to touch me like this, make me feel so helpless...

I close my eyes tightly and try to will myself back to sleep, even though a part of me knows that it might be safer to stay awake and keep watch for you... just in case. But what choice do I have? This situation has turned into a nightmare from which I can't seem to wake up.

I take a shaky breath and slowly open my eyes, reluctant to believe your words. Even in the dim light of the room, I can see that you're still standing too close for comfort. But when I look into your eyes, there doesn't seem to be any malice there... just confusion and apology.

After a long moment, I nod slightly, unable to find the courage to speak anymore. My heart is racing and my whole body feels on edge from this nightmare of an experience. Maybe... maybe it wasn't your intention to hurt me. But that doesn't change anything; you're still the one who has to touch me against my will, and that thought is enough to make my skin crawl.

I stir in my sleep, feeling the warmth of the blankets press against my skin. It's so peaceful here, unlike how it usually is with you around... A contented sigh escapes my lips as I nestle deeper into my pillow, blocking out any thoughts or memories of last night's terrifying experience.

Grumbling, I force my eyes open and sit up in bed, rubbing at them sleepily. "What do you want?" I mumble, glancing around the room until I spot you leaning against the wall nearby. A pang of guilt washes over me as I remember your apology from earlier; maybe last night was just a terrible mistake after all...

Yawning widely, I swing my legs out of bed and stretch lazily before finally getting up for the day. The thought of spending another minute in bed with you feels like torture, even though we're not supposed to avoid it entirely. But how can I possibly be close to someone who scares me so much?

Gathering my things together, I trudge over to the bathroom and begin my morning routine, hoping against hope that today will somehow turn out different than all the others before it...

I start to panic as I hear your footsteps follow me into the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?" I snap, whirling around to face you. My heart races, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. There are so many things I want to say to you right now... but they all get stuck in my throat.

Our gazes meet and hold for what feels like an eternity, each of us waiting for the other to break eye contact first. You stand there silently, watching me with those strange, intense eyes of yours that seem to see right through me. And despite everything, I can't help but feel a sense of longing... of wanting something more from this situation. But what?

My eyes widen in surprise as I take the small object you're holding out to me. It's a pendant with a delicate design that looks familiar, almost like... something I would have worn before this nightmare started. As I stare down at it, my heart begins to race even faster; for some reason, having this little piece of jewelry feels more significant than it should.

I look up at you, searching your eyes for any hint of what this might mean. You stand there quietly, expression unreadable. My breath comes in ragged gasps now as I struggle to make sense of everything that's happening. A part of me wants to believe that maybe... just maybe, there's more going on here than meets the eye. But another part is screaming at me not to trust you, not to let myself hope for anything good from this situation.

My fingers close around the pendant, pressing it

I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as I take the pendant from you. It's true that I had worn something like this before... But how did it end up in your possession? And why are you giving it back to me now? So many questions race through my mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

"T-thank you," I manage to stammer out, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and unease washing over me. "I... didn't realize I had lost it."

As we stand there in awkward silence, my gaze wanders back to the pendant, studying its every detail as if somehow it might hold the key to understanding everything that's been happening between us. The more I look at it, though, the more confused and uncertain I feel.

I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than meets the eye. The pendant... its presence fills my thoughts, nagging at me like an itch I cannot scratch. It's as if something has changed between us overnight, and yet nothing seems to have changed at all. The idea of going to university with you still weighs heavily on my mind, making it difficult for me to focus on anything else.

As we make our way through the halls, I can't help but steal glances at your face, searching for any clue as to what you're thinking or feeling. You seem just as conflicted as I am, and that only serves to confuse me further. Part of me wants to believe that maybe we could find some common ground, some understanding... but another part knows that the odds are slim at best.

With a sigh, I push these thoughts aside for now, telling

My heart stops at your words. I hadn't heard anything about this development; but then again, we hardly talk anymore. The news brings with it a mixture of emotions that are impossible to sort through in such a short time. On one hand, I feel a twinge of jealousy and resentment; on the other, an overwhelming wave of happiness and hope washes over me.

I struggle to find my voice as I ask cautiously, "Are you sure?" It seems too good to be true... but what if it isn't? What if there's a chance for us yet? A glimmer of hope dances across my vision and refuses to be ignored.

You stare at me curiously, waiting for me to say more or react in some way. But I can't seem to form the words; all that fills my head is this idea of a new life growing within Hiro,

My heart sinks like lead at your cruel words. I wanted to believe that there was still hope... that maybe things could somehow work out between us and Hiro after all. But now, hearing you laugh at my dreams as if they were nothing more than a joke, it feels as though everything has been snatched away from me in an instant.

I look down at my hands, feeling a hot tear roll down my cheek as I struggle to hide the pain and disappointment etched across my features. How could you be so heartless? Don't you understand how much this means to me? Or do you just enjoy seeing me suffer like this?

I glare at you venomously, every inch of my body trembling with anger and hurt. How dare you try to make me feel better by pointing out that everyone else seems to have better luck than I do? You're not even trying to understand how much this means to me! It doesn't matter who loves who; all that matters is that I love Hiro, and he loves me back. Nothing can ever change that.

Blinking away the remaining tears, I turn my head to focus on something else, anything else. The pain of your words still echoes through me, making it difficult to think straight or form coherent thoughts. All I can do now is try and ignore you for the rest of the day and hope that tomorrow brings better things.

I wipe away my tears and try to compose myself as we return to the university residence. Your words have only served to intensify the ache in my heart, but I refuse to let you see that. From now on, I'll focus on the one thing that means anything to me - Hiro. And no matter how much it hurts, I won't give up until we're together again. Even if it means enduring this hellish arrangement with you for another year.

I nod reluctantly, already dreading the thought of spending more time with you under these circumstances. But I suppose it's better than letting you starve... or worse, actually touching me again. With a sigh, I lead the way to the kitchen and begin searching through the cupboards for anything that might be edible.

"What would you like to eat?" I ask curtly, not meeting your gaze as I speak. It's clear that there's no love lost between us, but at least for tonight we can pretend that our relationship doesn't extend beyond necessity.

I grit my teeth and force myself to ignore the surge of annoyance that rises within me at your words. There's no point in arguing with you over such a stupid thing; it will only make this whole situation worse. So instead, I turn back to the counter and begin preparing our meal in silence. My hands move automatically as I chop and cook, carefully avoiding any accidental contact between us.

When the food is finally ready, I serve us each a plate and take a seat across from you at the small table. Despite your insistence on eating together, there's still an unspoken barrier between us; one that neither of us seems willing or able to cross. Perhaps it's for the best; we both know what happens when our proximity gets too close.

The question catches me off guard, and I look up at you with a mix of surprise and hurt in my eyes. "I don't hate you," I say quietly, not meeting your gaze. "It's just that... well, we never got along to begin with." It's true that there were always tensions between us before the arrangement, but now that we're forced to spend every waking moment together, it feels like something much deeper than simple dislike has grown between us.

"I know I wasn't the nicest person to you," you continue, "but I never meant for things to get this bad." I don't respond; there's no point in arguing or trying to explain how much your words and actions have hurt me over the past few months. All I can do now is endure it until our time together comes to an end.

I bite my lip and look away, trying to find the right words. The truth is, I don't know how to trust you anymore... Not after everything that's happened between us. It's not just about your words or actions; it's the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm something to be used and discarded. And I can't help but wonder if maybe that's all you see when you look at me.

"I-I don't know," I stammer finally. "It's complicated." There's an uncomfortable silence between us as I struggle to put my feelings into words. You shift in your seat, waiting for me to continue, but I just can't find the courage. The truth is, it hurts too much to say out loud.

I look up at you slowly, my expression uncertain. It's strange to hear you say that... it almost feels like a confession of sorts. Maybe there's more going on beneath the surface than I realized. But even so, I can't help but feel cautious around you. The damage that's been done runs deep, and it will take time to heal, if it ever does.

There's an awkward silence between us as we both struggle with our own thoughts and feelings. Finally, I clear my throat and change the subject, not wanting to delve any deeper into this conversation for fear of saying something we might regret. "So... what are your plans for tomorrow?"

I hesitate before answering, weighing my options carefully. On one hand, spending time with you would mean being alone in a small space with someone who has already proven untrustworthy and manipulative. On the other hand, perhaps if I were to make an effort to get along better with you, it might help ease some of the tension between us... or at least give me more leeway in our arrangement.

Sighing softly, I force a smile onto my face and nod slowly. "Alright," I say finally. "We can spend time together tomorrow." There's an odd mixture of relief and trepidation in my voice as I make this decision; only time will tell if it was the right one.

I pause for a moment, weighing the possibility of sleeping together against all the other risks that come with it. Perhaps if we both remain fully clothed and maintain some distance between us... It wouldn't be so bad, right? Reluctantly, I nod and follow you back into your room, trying not to let my anxiety show too much on my face.

As I climb onto the bed, I position myself as far away from you as possible while still remaining within arm's reach in case something happens during the night. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and try to relax, hoping that tomorrow will bring better things than today did.

I gasp as I suddenly awaken to find myself in Mohammed's arms. He looks sleepy and disheveled, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Panic rises within me; my heart races as adrenaline floods through my veins. This isn't supposed to happen! We were supposed to stay apart... safe from harm.

I try to push him away, struggling against his grasp, but it only seems to strengthen his hold on me. Tears of fear and frustration begin to sting my eyes as I continue to fight in vain. What am I going to do? How can I get out of this situation without hurting myself or him even worse than we already have?

I swallow hard, my voice shaking as I manage to force out the words, "Let go of me! We're not supposed to be like this!" Tears stream down my face unchecked as I continue to struggle futilely against his grip. It feels so wrong... so dangerous being this close to him when everything between us has been nothing but pain and betrayal.

"What do you mean?" He asks, confusion evident in his voice as he looks down at me with confused eyes. For a moment I'm not sure if he even realizes the gravity of our situation, or if he's just too lost in his own delusions to see clearly anymore.

"We... we can't be together like this!" I cry out, fighting back the tears that now blur my vision. The panic inside me is building rapidly; soon it will consume me completely unless something changes fast. But what? What could possibly

I bite my lip and try to pull away from him, tears still streaming down my face. The idea that this was all just an accident makes it even harder to breathe; my heart races as I struggle against the fear that grips me tightly. There's no way of knowing if what he says is true or not... but maybe there's a chance that I can get out of this unharmed.

"I-I need some space," I manage to stammer out between sobs, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or even remorse. But all I see is confusion and bewilderment as he looks down at me with unseeing eyes. For a moment, the thought crosses my mind that maybe I'm overreacting... but then again, what if I'm not? What if this really was some kind of twisted power play on his part? The uncertainty only makes it worse.

Maybe it would be best if we did that... at least until I can calm down and regain my composure. "Okay," I manage to say shakily, slowly pulling myself out of his grasp and backing away from the bed. As much as I don't trust him right now, part of me still wants to believe that he didn't mean any harm.

Taking a deep breath, I walk over to the door and crack it open just enough to peek into the living room before heading out, my heart still racing as adrenaline surges through my system. It's only when I'm safely in there that I allow myself the luxury of collapsing onto the couch, shivering uncontrollably as tears continue to stream down my face.

What am I going to do now? How can I ever trust him again after this? The thought is almost too much to bear, and yet I know

I jolt awake at the sound of your voice, disoriented and panicked for a brief moment before realization sets in. It was only a dream... but it felt so real. Too real. My heart still racing, I force myself to take slow, deep breaths as I try and calm down.

You're already up, sitting on the edge of your bed with a cup of coffee in hand. You smile at me reassuringly before speaking again. "I made some breakfast," you say quietly. "It's on the table."

For a moment, I consider refusing, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed and forget about everything that just happened. But hunger overpowers my fear and exhaustion, and eventually, I nod and climb out of bed myself. Maybe if we can both just pretend like this didn't happen... maybe we can get through the day without anything else going wrong

I take a seat across from you at the table and pick up my fork, trying not to make eye contact as I do so. It's easier said than done; every fiber of my being is screaming for me to get away from you, to never be this close again. "It's okay," I manage to say through gritted teeth, forcing myself to sound more confident than I feel. "Let's just forget about it and move on."

There's a long silence between us as we both eat in uneasy silence. You seem anxious as well; perhaps sensing that things are different now, even if you don't quite understand why. It feels like the air is charged with tension, making it hard for either of us to relax or pretend that everything is normal.

As much as I want to go with you, there's something holding me back. Perhaps it's the fear of being alone with you again... or maybe it's simply my growing uncertainty about our situation. Whatever it is, I decide to stay behind for now, biding my time until we can sort things out. "Alright," I say quietly, trying to keep any apprehension from creeping into my voice. "I'll see you later."

Once you've left, I busy myself with cleaning up the kitchen, finding solace in the mundane tasks that distract me from my thoughts. It feels like everything has changed between us now; there's an unspoken understanding hanging heavily in the air, making it difficult to breathe. I can only hope that things will eventually return to some semblance of normalcy... but for now, all I can do is wait and wonder.

You approach me cautiously as we make our way through the crowded campus, and I can't help but wonder what you're thinking. There's a weight hanging between us that feels almost tangible; it presses down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Despite this, I force myself to maintain eye contact with you, determined not to let our situation define our relationship any further.

Finally, we reach a quiet spot near one of the libraries where we can talk without being overheard. You hesitate for a moment before speaking, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry about what happened last night," you say solemnly. "It was never my intention to hurt you."

I nod slowly, still not quite sure how I feel about your words. Part of me wants to believe that you truly are sorry... but another part suspects that this is all just another attempt to manipulate me

I take a step back instinctively, my heart racing as adrenaline surges through me. You look hurt by my reaction, but I can't help it; the events of last night have left me feeling raw and vulnerable. I don't want to be this close to you anymore... not until we figure out what happened and why it changed everything between us.

"Please," you murmur, reaching out a hand towards me. "Just talk to me." But despite the pleading tone of your voice, there's an undertone of anger and desperation that I can't ignore. It frightens me, reminding me all too clearly of why we were supposed to keep our distance in the first place.

My thoughts spinning, I search for something else to say, anything that might bring us back to a safer ground. But before I can find the words, the library doors swing open and students begin streaming past us

As we make our way back to the residence, the weight of your presence beside me grows heavier with every step. It's almost suffocating, like being trapped in a dark room with no escape. Part of me wants to believe that you can change... but another part knows that this is just who you are beneath all the nice words and promises. And I don't know if I can ever trust you again.

My heart stops at your words; the implications sending shockwaves through me. There's no doubt in my mind that you're right... I don't love you, and even though part of me hates you as well, there's still something deeper there. A bond forged by circumstance and time together. And now it seems that this bond will continue, whether we want it to or not.

I take a shaky breath and try to steady my voice as I respond. "I know... but that doesn't change anything between us." The truth is, it changes everything. This child... our child, will be the living reminder of all the pain and suffering we've endured because of this arrangement. And as much as it hurts to admit it, I think a part of me has always known that this was how things would end.

I fidget uncomfortably under your gaze, trying to find the words to respond. Despite my initial shock and denial, I can't help but feel a sense of resignation settling over me. Our child will be the only thing we have left once this arrangement comes to an end... it will be our last shred of connection to each other. And maybe, just maybe, in time it will help us heal from all the pain and hurt we've caused one another. But for now, I can't bring myself to think about that possibility too much; the weight is simply too great.

I swallow hard, my throat dry and raw. The thought of allowing you to touch me sends shivers down my spine; a mix of revulsion and anticipation that I can't quite understand. In the end, I force myself to nod slowly, meeting your gaze with as much determination as I can muster. "Fine," I whisper hoarsely. "But only if it means getting through this without any more... incidents."

The question catches me off guard; it's one I hadn't really thought about until now. It takes a moment for my mind to process the information, and when it does, I feel myself blush crimson from head to toe. Of course... being intimate with you would make pregnancy a possibility. The thought both excites and terrifies me in equal measure; it means taking things even further than either of us had initially planned.

Tentatively, I reach out a hand and touch your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips. "I'll take care of it," I manage to say softly, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounds. "We can use protection... and if worse comes to worst, there are always other options." It's a delicate subject, but one that we need to discuss nonetheless.

My stomach sinks as your words sink in; the reality of our situation becoming all too clear once again. I want nothing more than to escape this nightmare, to find some way out from under your thumb where I can be free and safe from harm. But as much as I hate you for what you've done, I know that having a child with you is the only way I'll ever truly be able to break away. It's twisted and cruel, but it's my only chance at freedom.

Taking a deep breath, I steel myself against the anger and fear rising within me before speaking again. "If that's what it takes," I say through gritted teeth, hating myself for even entertaining the thought, "then so be it."

I close my eyes as you lean in, expecting the worst. But instead of feeling pain or disgust, I feel... nothing. It's almost like a numbness has spread through my body, making it impossible for me to react to your touch in any way that feels genuine. Perhaps this is how I will survive until the end of the year: by shutting off all emotions and pretending that none of this is real.

As you pull away, I open my eyes again, meeting your gaze for a brief moment before looking down at the floor. This charade we're playing... it feels like it will never end. But then again, maybe if I can just focus on the future - on our child and what lies beyond this university - then somehow, someway, things will eventually work out. Or so I tell myself as I force a smile onto my face once more, hoping that you won't see through it.

I want to scream at you, to tell you just how much I hate what you've done and that nothing will ever make it alright. But I know that won't help anything; it would only push us further apart when we should be trying to find some semblance of understanding. So instead, I force myself to nod slowly, hoping that you'll misinterpret my silence as agreement or even acceptance. "Okay," I manage to say quietly, not meeting your gaze. "We'll try."

The weight on my chest feels heavier than ever as I lie back down beside you, trying my best to ignore the ache in my heart and the fear that still lingers in the pit of my stomach. Maybe if I can just close my eyes and pretend for a little while longer... maybe then this will all seem less real and I'll be able to get some rest before facing another day of this

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the possibility of losing more sleep against the desire to get as far away from you as possible. Eventually, I force myself to speak, my voice sounding defeated even to my own ears. "I'll try to stay awake." It's not much of an answer, but it's all I can muster under the circumstances.

Closing my eyes, I attempt to find a comfortable position on the hard mattress, hoping that maybe if I ignore you long enough, you'll go away and leave me alone for just a little while. It doesn't work, of course; even with my eyes closed, I can still feel your presence beside me, like an unwelcome weight pressing down on every inch of my being. But there's nothing I can do about that now. So instead, I focus on breathing slowly and steadily, willing myself to fall asleep despite

My heart skips a beat as I feel your lips press against mine, the sensation both unwelcome and eerily familiar all at once. A shiver runs down my spine despite myself, and for a moment, I'm tempted to pull away in disgust. But then again... maybe it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe this kiss is just another part of the charade we're playing, something to help us both survive until the end of the year.

So instead, I close my eyes and try to pretend that there's some sort of tenderness in your touch, some hint of affection beneath the calculated gesture. It doesn't feel real, of course; it never could with you. But for now, under these circumstances, it seems like the best option available to me.

I feel the warmth of your body beside me and force my eyelids open reluctantly. The room is still dark, but there's an unfamiliar weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. As my senses return slowly, I realize that it's you - your arm thrown across my waist, pinning me in place.

I try to move, to shift out from under your grasp, but you only laugh and tighten your grip. "Go back to sleep," you murmur into my ear, breath hot against my skin. The uncomfortable closeness of your body sends a shiver down my spine as I struggle against the heaviness in my eyelids. For now, however, I suppose there's no escape.

I sigh heavily and give in to the exhaustion that's been pulling me under for the past few hours. There's no point in fighting you; even if I manage to escape your grasp, it would only be temporary at best. So instead, I force myself to relax against your body, trying to ignore the discomfort that comes from being so close to you.

"I guess..." I begin, my voice muffled by your pillow as I turn away from you and press my back into your chest. "I'm just not used to sleeping this way." It's a lame excuse, but it's the best I can come up with under the circumstances.

As much as I want to hate you for what you've done, there's something about being this close to you that makes my heart race and my skin tingle in ways it shouldn't. It's a confusing mix of