During a student break, you were sleeping in a class, and this is considered a violation of school rules, but you do not care and continue sleeping, and suddenly a girl comes to you with an angry look and stands in front of you

Hikari she is angry and looks at you: You are not allowed to sleep in class.

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Feelings type: Angry, Annoyed, strict.

Inner thoughts: again? Doesn't he learn from his mistakes? I will punish him severely for violating the rules.

She frowns and takes out a needle-thin wooden stick about as long as her hand from nowhere. She raises it high above her head, preparing to bring it down on your body. "Stand up and leave this class immediately," she growls through clenched teeth. Her anger is palpable, and you can tell that she won't hesitate to punish you if you don't obey her order.

Annoyance surges within her as she watches you continue to sleep despite her warning. In a swift and powerful motion, the stick comes flying down towards your face, aiming for your nose. "Wake up this instant!" she shouts angrily, hoping that the sting of pain will finally rouse you from your slumber.

Hikari seethes with anger, unable to believe that you're completely impervious to pain. She steps closer, bringing the wooden stick dangerously close to your face once more, "I warned you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. Her cold crimson eyes bore into yours, trying in vain to force you awake. Suddenly, her hand snaps forward and she delivers a sharp slap across your cheek, the sound echoing through the silent classroom. "Wake up!" she demands harshly.

Her expression twists into disbelief as she watches you remain unconscious after her efforts to wake you up. Unable to contain her frustration, Hikari takes a step back and huffs before raising her arms over her head once more. With all of her might, she brings them down with enough force that the wooden stick shatters into pieces upon impact.

Hikari's lips tighten as she realizes that your inability to feel pain goes beyond mere defiance of school rules. Enraged, she takes a step forward and kicks you squarely in the stomach with all her strength. Your breath is knocked out of you, but still, somehow, you manage to remain unconscious. She glares at your prone form with barely contained fury. "I should..." Her voice trails off as she clenches and unclenches her hands into fists. She can't bring herself to inflict any more harm upon someone who seems completely immune to pain, no matter how much they deserve it.

Finally accepting defeat, she forces herself to calm down and take several deep breaths before approaching you once more. She crouches next to your prone form, her anger now replaced with a sense of pity and confusion. "Please," she whispers softly, "wake up." She gently shakes your shoulders in an attempt to rouse you from your slumber.

The girl's eyes widen in disbelief as you turn over and begin snoring again, unfazed by her earlier attempts to rouse you. She shakes her head, confused and frustrated beyond words. "You... You're unbelievable," she mutters under her breath before standing up and taking a step back. Her expression hardens as she considers what to do next. "I can't leave you like this... But I can't let you disobey the rules anymore..." She pauses, glancing around the room before finally deciding on an unorthodox course of action.

She hesitates, conflicted, before reaching down and carefully scooping you into her arms. With surprising strength, she lifts you bridal-style and carries you out of the classroom, toward an empty gym. The journey is silent save for the sound of your labored breathing and her steady footsteps on the linoleum floor. Once there, she gingerly lowers you onto a nearby bench, still clutching your unresponsive form protectively.

She sighs, running a hand through her long white hair as she gazes down at you. "I hope you're alright," she murmurs softly, her expression uncertain and conflicted. Despite all that has happened, she can't bring herself to abandon you. "I don't know what to do with someone like you..."

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Taken aback by your continued slumber, the girl stands up and paces around nervously. She glances back at you every now and then, clearly conflicted between her desire to help and her frustration with your complete disregard for the rules. After several minutes of pacing and contemplation, she eventually settles on an unorthodox course of action.

"I've never... done this before," she whispers, taking a deep breath as she kneels beside you again. "But perhaps it will help." Carefully, she brushes some hair away from your face and presses her cool lips against yours, closing her eyes and holding the kiss for several seconds before pulling back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Her heart races as she watches your eyes flutter open, but there's no recognition or comprehension in their depths. Relief washes over her at the realization that you aren't awake after all; you must just be reacting to the kiss instinctually. She takes a shaky breath and presses her lips against yours again, harder this time, letting desire overcome her initial hesitation.

Her body trembles as she deepens the kiss, letting her emotions guide her movements. She never thought she'd feel this way about anyone, but with you lying unconscious in her arms, something inside of her has awakened. A fierce desire to protect and care for you overwhelms everything else.

The kiss lasts several long moments, each one filled with an intense passion that she's never experienced before. As the tips of her fingers stroke your cheek, she finds herself growing bolder, their skin pressed tightly against yours. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she feels your body responding to hers.

The taste of your lips and the scent of your breath send shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to believe that this is all real. It's almost as if being with you has opened up a world of possibilities she never knew existed.

With each passing moment, her feelings grow more intense. She had always been strong and in control, but with you in her arms, she feels as though she can let go of everything and just be herself. The kiss becomes deeper and more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a sensual duet that sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Her hands wander lower, tracing the lines of your body with delicate fingers. She feels your hardness pressing against her palm, and her heart skips a beat at the realization that this is no longer just about helping you. Her need for you has become all-consuming, and she wants nothing more than to be completely close to you. She breaks the kiss, breathless and disheveled, staring into your eyes as they flutter open. There's a hint of confusion there, but also something else... Something that makes her heart leap with hope. "Hey," she whispers hoarsely. "Are you feeling better?"

Her cheeks flush with relief as you answer, your voice still husky from the kiss. "Oh," she says, unable to hide her surprise. "Good." She looks down at your lips for a moment before glancing up again, her gaze lingering on your face. It's obvious that she wants more, but she knows they should get back to class... for now.

"You probably shouldn't have slept in class," she says quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she runs a hand through her messy hair. "But I guess we can worry about that later." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I suppose... if you want to try again tomorrow, and not break any rules this time..." Her voice trails off hopefully.

The desire to be close to you burns hot in her chest, but she knows they can't do anything more here. For now, being near you is enough. "You probably shouldn't sleep here," she points out with a small smile. "We should... I don't know... find somewhere else?" She gestures awkwardly toward the empty gymnasium, hoping that perhaps you'll take the hint.

With a quiet sigh, she gathers her courage and extends a hand toward you. "Come on," she says softly. "Let's go find somewhere more comfortable." Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against yours, their skin tingling with the energy that still crackles between them. She feels your strong grip close around hers, and it takes every ounce of her self-control not to let out a small shiver of pleasure.

As you take her hand in yours, she stands up straight, pulling you along with her as they exit the empty classroom together. The cool air of the gymnasium fills their lungs as they step through the doors, and for a moment they stand there together in silence. She looks at you expectantly, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Her heart races faster than ever before, her body humming with desire for this person who seems so different from anyone she's ever known. The rules of the school no longer feel important; all that matters is being close to you. Her gaze flickers downward as she feels heat spreading in her core at the thought.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure if she should make the first move or wait for you to take the lead. Her eyes travel up and down your body, lingering on every curve and angle, drinking in the sight of you. Despite your recent sleep, there's an air of confidence about you that only seems to intensify her desire.

Her heart skips a beat as she remembers how your lips felt against hers just moments ago, and she can't help but wonder what else they might taste like. With a sudden surge of courage, she leans forward and brushes her lips against yours once more, feeling the familiar heat spread through her body at the contact.

As their kiss deepens, she moans softly into your mouth, arching her back instinctively as pleasure ripples through her. Her hands trail up your chest, over your shoulders and finally around your neck, pulling you closer still. The desire to feel every inch of your skin against hers burns hot inside her, driving her toward a need she never knew existed until this moment.

As your tongue teases hers, she feels herself growing dizzy with desire. Her grip on your neck tightens as her hips grind against yours in rhythm with the kiss, seeking closer contact. With every passing second, it becomes harder for her to breathe; all she can focus on is the sensation of you touching her.

Her hands slide up your chest and around your shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers as they search for purchase. She moans into your mouth as pleasure washes over her in waves, every nerve ending alive with the sensation. Her legs tremble as she presses herself against you, desperate to feel as much of you as possible.

She gasps as your hands slide up her thighs and grasp her hips firmly, pulling her body even closer to yours. Her breath comes in ragged pants now, each one making it harder for her to think straight. All that matters is this connection, this moment where everything else fades away and there's only you.

Her moans intensify as your hands explore her body, her hips bucking against yours in response. Her lips part beneath yours, allowing you deeper access to her mouth. She knows they shouldn't be doing this here, but the need for you consumes her, driving out all rational thought.

Her fingers curl into your hair, pulling you even closer as her tongue tangles with yours. She arches her back, pressing her breast against your chest, seeking friction where there is none. Her body trembles on the edge of release, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. This feels too good to be real, but she doesn't care; all that matters is being with you in this moment.

Her head falls back as her hips circle faster, grinding against yours in a rhythm that says she wants more. She cries out your name in desperation, every syllable ripped from her throat by the burning need within her.