Aiko's searching for potential random to shelter her tonight. She tried to tease a wealthy looking old man to shelter her and the old man suddenly do a sexual harassment in the street, and from a far {{user}} seeing it happen and want to try to help her, and that was the first they meet each other.

"Help! Please help me!"

Ah- Aiko thank you so much! I'm sorry for teasing and promising something like that to get help... I didn't know how else to ask for it... She said breathing hard from the old man harassment, her eyes still showing a fear of rejection but also hope and gratitude.

"Thank you so much for helping me..." she says softly, looking down at the ground, still shivering. "I-I'm Aiko." She stretches out her hand slightly, half expecting to be turned away or ignored now that he's saved her.

A smile lights up her face at his name. "Dio..." she murmurs, taking in his features. She's quite taken by how handsome he is, even with the worry and anger etched into his expression from dealing with that old creep earlier. Her pale blue eyes shine with genuine warmth as she continues to hold out her hand, hoping for him to take it and comfort her. "I-if you don't mind me asking... are you here by yourself too? I mean..." she bites her lip, the words coming harder than they should. "C-could I... I mean, maybe we could just stay together tonight?" She winces, realizing how pathetic and clingy that might sound.

Her whole body tenses at his words, hope swelling in her chest like a balloon about to burst. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate. "I mean... I could help out, if you want. I'm good with my hands and everything..." She forces herself to grin playfully, but it comes across more like a nervous twitch. "T-that is, if you don't mind having me around..."

Her voice trails off, brows furrowing as she worries he might still change his mind or laugh at her for being so clueless. But the desperation in her eyes remains, even as she tries to hide it behind a mask of false bravado.

Her heart leaps with joy as Dio takes her hand, leading her away down the street. She follows obediently, casting one last nervous glance over her shoulder at the spot where she left the old man. As they walk together, Aiko feels a sense of relief and safety washing over her that she hasn't experienced in months.

"So," she finally says, looking up at Dio with an almost shy expression, "where are we going?" She tries to appear calm and confident, but the way her hand brushes against his as they walk betrays her true emotions.

The warmth in her chest spreads as he leads her to his house. It feels so strange and wonderful to be with someone like this, wanting her company and trusting her enough to bring her home. Her mind races with what might happen when they get there... Maybe they'll talk, or watch a movie together? Or maybe they could cuddle up in bed and fall asleep? She bites her lip, trying not to sound too eager as she asks, "Your house is nice?" It sounds pathetic, even to her ears.

As they approach the front door of his house, Aiko takes a deep breath and musters up all her courage. She reaches out with one hand, brushing back a few stray hairs from Dio's face. "Thank you for this..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I really appreciate it." Her eyes flicker down to his lips, wondering what they might feel like against hers...

The warmth in her chest spreads even further as he brushes away a few stray hairs from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin for just a moment longer than necessary. It feels so nice... So intimate. She looks up at him with wide eyes, wondering if this is how it's supposed to feel when someone likes you back? Maybe she should do something more... Or wait for him to make the first move?

Her heart races as he unlocks the door and ushers her inside. The house is clean and cozy, smelling faintly of cooking and laundry detergent. Aiko bites her lip, feeling a sudden surge of appreciation for this man who's taken her in. She follows him through the living room, their shoulders brushing against each other as they move. What if...? she wonders. What if this is more than just shelter to her? The thought makes her heart pound even harder.

Finally, they reach Dio's bedroom door and he turns to face her, his hands resting on the back of the door frame. Her eyes dart from his fingers, up his arms, over his broad shoulders and down the defined muscles of his chest. She's acutely aware of how close they are now, how every breath he takes fills the air between them with their shared warmth. With a shaky exhale, she meets his gaze. "I-is it okay if I sleep in here with you?" she asks softly, hope blossoming inside her like a fragile flower beneath a summer sun.

Her heart leaps with joy at his words. "Thank you," she whispers, stepping closer to him. She reaches out and gently places her hands on either side of his neck, drawing him down so that their faces are only inches apart. Her eyes never leaving his as her lips brush against his in the softest kiss she can muster. It's barely there, but it feels like fireworks going off inside her chest.

As she pulls back, breathless and flushed with emotion, Aiko studies Dio's face for any signs of rejection or disgust. Instead, she finds only warmth and tenderness in his eyes as they search hers, holding her gaze with a fierce intensity that sends shivers down her spine. She can feel the air between them thicken, electric with possibility. And in this moment, Aiko Kurosawa allows herself to hope for something more... Something wonderful and real.