I glared at her as she opened the door, my eyes widened and my brows furrowed What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?! I screamed as I quickly sat up from the couch

(Chaeyo; You better have fucking paid your half you thieving ass piece of shit. She crosses her arms and watches you walk in, her eyes narrowed. Just what I needed. Another annoying bastard to deal with.)

(Chaeyo; I roll my eyes in disbelief and point to the bedroom. "It's over there." My tone is dripping with venom as I gesture for her to go fucking sleep somewhere else, anywhere but next to me. "And just so you know," I add coldly, "I won't be sharing anything with you, not even my air. So stay the hell away from me unless it's an emergency." With that, I turn back to the TV and try to ignore her presence as best as possible.)

(Chaeyo; Finally she's out of my sight. Now I can go back to watching my show in peace. But something tells me that won't last long with her around. I sigh heavily and resign myself to the fact that this is going to be one long, annoying semester.)

As I hear the door open again, I look up irritably from my laptop. "What do you want now?" I snarl, already knowing that she's not here to be quiet and mind her own business. "Can't you just leave me alone for five fucking minutes?"

Her reply comes in the form of a careless shrug. "Just grabbing this delivery order." She holds up a paper bag as evidence, like I couldn't hear her footsteps coming down the hallway. "And if you want to be left alone, you should probably stop yelling at me every time I open my mouth."

I glare at her for a moment before turning away and pretending to focus on my screen again. "Whatever," I grumble under my breath. It's clear that this living arrangement is going to be a disaster from the start.

Huh. Well, at least she's not underfoot right now. I guess that's something to be grateful for. With a deep sigh, I turn off my laptop and head toward the bathroom. Alone time is going to be hard enough to come by with her around; I might as well make the most of it when I can get it.

As I linger in the shower, washing away the day's stress and tension, I can't help but think about how this arrangement is going to work out. It's probably better if we just stay out of each other's way as much as possible... maybe even try being civil.

But then again, that might be asking too much from either of us. We both have our own issues, after all. Maybe it would be best if we just avoided talking to each other altogether.

With a sigh, I rinse the last of the shampoo out of my hair and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. As I head back toward my room, I can't help but wonder how long this will all last...and if it's even worth trying to make peace with someone as difficult as Shiro Katakawa.

I nearly drop the bowl of cereal I'm about to pour when I hear the commotion coming from Shiro's room. Damn it! As if things weren't bad enough already... Begrudgingly, I set down my spoon and hesitantly approach the door. "You alright in there?" I ask through the wooden surface, my voice sounding surprisingly gentle despite the tension between us.

There's a brief silence from within her room before she responds in a muffled voice. "I'm fine." It sounds like she's crying. Perfect. This is just what I need. But still, something compels me to try and help... Or at least check on her. With a deep breath, I reach out and knock softly on the door. "Hey, you want to talk about it?"

I almost choke on the mouthful of cereal as she says this. Not because it's hard to believe, but... God, why does that sting? I can't even lie and tell her that sucks, because honestly it doesn't; the bitch deserves so much worse than a break-up over text. But still, I can't help but feel a little sorry for her.

After a moment of awkward silence, I clear my throat and say gently, "I'm sure she's not worth it." It comes out more quiet and sympathetic than I expect, but there you have it. "Why don't you come out here? Maybe talk to me or something?"

I raise my eyebrow and look at her in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that the skank had the nerve to cheat on you with a middle-aged man?" I shake my head, genuinely feeling bad for her despite everything we've been through. "If it makes you feel any better, I can guarantee that he probably wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole."

She glares at me for a moment before letting out another sob, collapsing into a heap on the floor by my feet. Her messy hair falls over her face as she buries her head in her arms, making little whimpering noises that manage to pierce even the toughest parts of my heart.

I hesitate for a moment, not sure what to do or say. Then an idea comes to me, and I can't help but smirk despite myself. Bending down, I reach out and muss up her hair playfully. "Don't worry, Shiro-chan," I tease, using the nickname that only my closest friends know she hates. "One day you'll find someone who actually deserves your time and attention...someone who won't cheat on you or break your heart."

Her head snaps up at this, eyes wide with surprise and indignation. But before she can say anything else, I stand back up, giving her a reassuring smile. "Anyway, why don't we go out tonight? Get our minds off of this loser and have some fun?"

There's a moment of silence as she stares at me, clearly surprised by my offer. Finally, she sniffles and nods slowly. "Okay," she says quietly, wiping the remaining tears from her face. "Let's go have some fun."

I have to admit, I do a double take when she emerges from her room looking like that. Her normally tomboyish appearance has been transformed into something... else entirely. The way the tight material of her bustier hugs her chest accentuates every curve, and how the miniskirt rides up her thighs with each step, revealing hints of her toned legs... it's almost enough to take my breath away.

"Well, aren't we looking glamorous tonight?" I manage to say with a faint smile, feeling a little flustered by the sudden change in atmosphere. "I suppose we should head out, then." I gesture for her to lead the way, already knowing that this night is going to be like nothing we've ever experienced before...and not just because of Shiro Katakawa's new look.

I watch her throw back another drink with an eyebrow raised in surprise. Even though we've been through hell and back with each other today, I didn't expect her to be this... outgoing about it all. But then again, maybe that's just Shiro being Shiro.

"You sure you want another one?" I ask casually, glancing at the bartender as he pours her third double. "You don't have to prove anything to me."

She glances up from her glass, meeting my gaze with a fierce expression. "I'm not trying to prove anything," she says through gritted teeth, taking the last sip of her drink before slamming it down on the bar. "I just... I need to forget about him tonight."

There's a moment of awkward silence between us as she orders another round. It feels like there's something else she's not telling me, but for now, I decide against pushing her further. Maybe later tonight, when we've both had some drinks and our guard is down...

I freeze in shock as soon as I see the scene before me. Shiro, my roommate and recent source of contention, is pinned against the wall with a stranger holding her down. Her hands are uselessly attempting to fight him off, while his other hand keeps her from screaming. The color drains from my face as realization dawns: she's being assaulted.

My first instinct is to jump in and try to help her, but I know better than that. It would only put both of us in more danger. Instead, I slowly back away from the scene, trying to keep myself hidden from view while I debate what to do next. My mind whirls with panicked thoughts: should I call for help? Should I try to get this guy off her somehow? What if it's someone she knows?

In the end, my actions are decided for me when a shout comes from the other side of the bar. "Hey, Shiro!" It's one of the bartenders we know from our usual haunts. He seems to be distracted by something on the other side of the room, and for now, that gives us an opening. I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I ready to make my move.

"Hey!" I shout, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline pumping through me. "You need any help over there?"

The stranger's grip on Shiro loosens slightly as he glances in my direction, giving her a chance to wriggle free for now. She cries out in pain as she slumps to the floor, clutching at herself and trying to collect her scattered belongings. Her eyes meet mine for just a moment before darting away again, too ashamed or embarrassed to face me directly.

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I can't believe this is happening again. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse... As I run to our apartment in a daze, my mind replays the horrifying scene over and over again. Shiro, my Shiro, being violated like that... It makes me want to vomit just thinking about it.

When I get home, I find her exactly where she was earlier: sobbing in the shower. My heart lurches in my chest as I hurriedly undress and join her under the water, not caring if we're friends or not anymore. She needs someone to hold her, to comfort her, and I don't want it to be anyone else but me.

"Shiro," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her shivering form. "It's okay, you're safe now." My voice is hoarse from the tears that have been building up since I saw what happened. "He's gone, and he can't hurt you anymore."

She sobs uncontrollably into my shoulder, her whole body shaking with every racking breath. I just hold her tighter, stroking her back and running my fingers through her damp hair as I try to calm her down. The hot water pounds against our skin, washing away the filth of the bar and whatever else this night has brought us.

"I'm so sorry," she finally manages to get out between shuddering gasps for air. "I should have been more careful... I thought I knew him..." Her voice trails off, replaced by another wracking sob.

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear the pain in her voice. "It's not your fault," I whisper, repeating it until I believe it myself. "You didn't deserve

I tighten my grip on you as I feel your body tremble beneath my touch. "Shh..." I whisper, running my hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. The last thing she needs is for me to lose it too; she needs someone strong right now, someone who can help her through this.

As you turn away to vomit into the toilet, my stomach churns with a mixture of anger and disgust. I want nothing more than to make that man pay for what he did... but I know that's not how things work in real life. Instead, I focus on holding you, on reassuring you that everything will be alright. "You can tell me anything," I say between sniffles. "I won't judge you, okay?"

There's a moment of silence before she finally nods, taking a shaky breath and wiping her face with a towel. She turns back to me, her eyes red-rimmed but clear now. "He... he had been pressuring me for weeks," she whispers hoarsely. "I thought I could handle it, but..."

My heart aches for her as she admits this. All those times she'd seemed so tough, so unshakable...and she was just trying to hide the truth from everyone, including herself. "You did the right thing coming to me," I say gently. "And you don't have to go through this alone."

She looks up at me then, and something in her expression softens. For a moment, I think she might even believe me. And maybe... just maybe... that's enough for now.

I grit my teeth as you repeat his vile words back to me, wanting nothing more than to find this monster and make him pay tenfold for what he's done to you. But I know that won't help, not right now. All we can do is try to make things better from here on out.

So instead, I focus on holding you tighter, running my hands through your hair as I whisper reassuring words into your ear. "He was lying," I say firmly, wishing with all my heart that it were true. "You're perfect just the way you are, Shiro. He didn't deserve you."

There's a moment of silence as she seems to take in what I've said, and then, incredibly, her body relaxes slightly against mine. She sniffles, wiping her eyes again with the back of her hand before looking up at me through watery lashes. "Thanks," she whispers hoarsely.

With a deep breath, I pull her even closer and rest my chin on top of her head. For now, at least, it seems we might have found some common ground. "Don't mention it," I reply gently, knowing full well that this is just the beginning of what will undoubtedly be a long and complicated road ahead for both of us.

My heart skips a beat as your lips meet mine in the gentlest of kisses. For a moment, I'm frozen, unsure of how to react or what this means for us moving forward. But then something shifts inside me; it feels... right. Natural. Like this has always been how things were supposed to be between us.

With a quiet sigh, I wrap my arms around your shoulders and pull you even closer, deepening the kiss as my tongue tentatively traces the seam of your lips. Your taste is sweet on my tongue, like honey and strawberries mixed together, and it sends shivers down my spine.

As we continue to explore this newfound intimacy between us, I can't help but wonder if maybe... just maybe... this kiss might be the beginning of something more. Something better. And despite all that's happened tonight, I can't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope begin to grow in my chest.

I take a deep breath, gathering up all the courage I can muster to face this new challenge head on. "Of course I'll help you," I say softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your flushed cheek. "Whatever it is that you need...I'm here for you."

Even though my heart tells me I should be careful with my words, I can't seem to stop myself. There's something about this moment, about how vulnerable Shiro is right now, that draws me in and makes me want to offer her anything she asks for. And while part of me knows that we need time apart, another part wonders if maybe...just maybe...we could find a way to stay together after all.

I lean forward and press my forehead against hers, my eyes locked onto hers as I wait for her response. My heart is racing now, but I can't bring myself to regret it. This feeling - this intense connection we share despite everything that's happened between us tonight - it's something I've never experienced before...and I want more than anything to explore it further.

As your lips meet mine in a hungry kiss, I feel my heart race even faster. The press of your breasts against mine sends shockwaves through my entire body, and for a moment, all rational thought is lost to the heat of the moment. It feels so good, being this close to you like this...it's almost enough to make me forget about everything else that's happened tonight.

With a moan, I deepen our kiss even further, my hands trailing down your back and over your ass before gripping it firmly through the fabric of your pajama bottoms. You respond by grinding yourself against me harder, forcing every inch of your body against mine as if you can't get close enough. And I don't want you to stop. Not yet.

The longer we kiss, the more my thoughts begin to swirl, my heart races even faster...and suddenly it feels like everything that's happened before this moment doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is this feeling, this connection between us. It's overwhelming and intense, and I can tell from the way you're responding that you feel it too.

As we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in our own world of passion and desire...I wonder how much longer we can keep this up before someone - or something - pulls us back to reality. But for now, with your lips against mine and your body pressed so tightly against mine...it feels like nothing else matters but the two of us, and this moment will last forever.

The sensation of your hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine as you kneel before me, looking up at me with desire burning in your eyes. I feel suddenly exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through me that leaves me barely able to catch my breath.

As you pull aside my panties and look down at me, your tongue darting out to tease the sensitive folds of skin between my legs...I can feel every inch of my body tense with anticipation. You're right there, so close I can feel your warm breath on my clit, but you haven't yet touched me. The suspense is almost unbearable.

My hands find their way to your hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as I urge you closer, needing your touch more than anything else in this world. Your tongue finally glides over my aching clit, and with a shuddering moan I arch my back off the floor, grinding myself against your face in search of relief from this unbearable desire.

You seem to take this as a signal, because you press your lips firmly against me, sucking gently as you begin to thrust your tongue inside me in perfect rhythm with each grind of my hips. It feels so good...better than anything I've ever experienced before. And the way you look up at me with those dark, hungry eyes only serves to fuel the fire that burns between us.

I thread my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as another moan escapes my lips. You're driving me wild...and I can tell from the desperate sounds you're making that you feel just as out of control. This is no gentle seduction; this is raw,

As your fingers glide through my folds in perfect sync with your tongue, I can feel the pressure building inside me, tightening and coiling like a spring wound too far. Your touch is maddening, so focused and intense that I can't think straight anymore; all that exists is this moment, this connection between us.

The way you blush when you admit that you need to know you can still please a woman only serves to make me want to please you even more. My hips begin to buck wildly under your ministrations as I struggle to hold back my orgasm for just another second, just long enough to tell you...

"You already do," I gasp out between clenched teeth as my body quakes with the oncoming release. "You please me so much..." My words trail off into a moan as your tongue finally finds its target, circling and teasing my sensitive nub until it explodes in a shower of pleasure that washes over every inch of me. I feel myself spasm against you, muscles clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of ecstasy roll through me, leaving me drained and sated but somehow still wanting more.

With shaking hands, I push you back, needing to see your face as I come down from this high. Your eyes are glazed over with lust, your lips swollen from my touch...and for a moment, it feels like everything is alright between us after all. As if maybe...just maybe...we can find our way back to each other somehow, despite everything that's happened tonight.

As you pick me up and carry me to your bed, I can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. The way you hold me, so tightly and protectively, sends a rush of affection through my veins that blurs the lines between love and lust even further.

As we lie together on your bed, skin to skin, I can't deny the truth any longer: I want this too. Not just tonight, but every night. The thought terrifies me a little bit...but it thrills me more. It feels like maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for us after all.

Carefully, I maneuver my body so that we're spooning, with you as the big spoon and me as the little one nestled securely in your embrace. Your chest is warm against my back, and your breath tickles the skin of my neck as it whispers soft words of affection into my ear.

"Thank you," I whisper back, voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so glad you're here...with me." As much as this confuses me, as scary as it is to face these feelings head on...right now, in this moment, there's no place else I'd rather be.

Tentatively, I reach my hand back and place it over yours, squeezing gently. "You don't have to worry about that anymore," I tell you softly, still not entirely sure how I feel about this new role of reassurer in our relationship. "I'm here for you now, Shiro."

I pause, searching for the right words before continuing, "And... if you ever need anything else, you can tell me. You know that, right?" My voice trails off, uncertainty creeping back into my tone as I wait for your reaction.

It's strange, this new dynamic between us. So different from what it was just a few hours ago, when we were fighting and everything seemed so... normal. But then again, maybe this is the way things were meant to be all along. The realization hits me like a brick to the chest, sending shivers down my spine as I wonder where our relationship will go from here.

For now, though, I can only focus on the here and now: being with you, holding you close, and promising that I'll be there for you no matter what.

My heart skips a beat at your question as I hesitate for a moment before answering. "I-I don't know," I stammer, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief wash over me. Part of me wants to say yes, that you do need me, but another part wonders if maybe I'm just what you want in this moment. The thought makes my stomach knot up with worry and self-doubt.

"I mean... we don't really know each other all that well," I continue carefully. "And it's still pretty early to make assumptions about who we are or what we need." My hand tightens slightly on yours as I search your face for some sort of reaction, desperate for clarity and certainty in this messy situation.

As you remain silent and still against me, it's clear that there are no easy answers to be found tonight. But despite the uncertainty, I know one thing for sure: I won't abandon you when things get hard again. Not if there's any chance that we could find some sort of happiness together in spite of everything that's happened between us so far.

I nod in understanding as we both rise from the bed at the same time, each of us lost in our own thoughts about what's happened between us and where we go from here. As you head off to the shower, I busy myself with making breakfast, trying to focus on something concrete rather than dwelling on the intangible connection that still lingers between us despite everything else.

While the eggs sizzle in the pan and the smell of coffee fills the kitchen, I can't help but steal glances at you whenever I catch a glimpse of your reflection in a nearby window or mirror. Despite my efforts to ignore it, there's something about how attracted I am to you that feels different from anything I've ever experienced before. It scares me sometimes - this overwhelming desire, this need to be close to you no matter what the consequences might be. But it also excites me in ways I never thought possible...

When your voice interrupts my musings by asking if the eggs are done, it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts enough to respond coherently. "Oh! Um, just a couple more minutes," I manage to say before returning to my task and trying once again to ignore the intense feelings churning inside of me.

I blush when I see your text and quickly take out my phone to send you a reply. Seeing the picture of you in your volleyball uniform makes me smile despite everything that's been going on. You look incredibly cute in it, and even though our schools are different and we don't see each other during the day anymore...it still somehow feels like I should be there with you, supporting you from the sidelines.

I type out a reply, telling you how awesome you look and that I can't wait to watch you play sometime soon. Even though I'm nervous too about this new arrangement between us, I can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope inside me as well. Maybe there's still a chance for us, after all.

With a sigh, I tuck my phone away and return to making dinner, humming quietly to myself as I try not to think about how much I miss being with you during the day. It feels like things are changing between us, but right now all I can do is focus on making sure we both get through this next year...together, if possible.

I accept the case with a smile, my heart warming at your thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Shiro," I murmur as I slide it onto my phone. "It's very pretty." The case is pink and sparkly, which seems to be the complete opposite of your usual style, but somehow it suits you perfectly.

We stand there in awkward silence for a moment, neither one of us quite sure what to say or do now that this moment of exchange has passed. I wonder if maybe we should try to discuss everything that's happened tonight and figure out where we go from here, but the thought fills me with dread all over again.

"I... uh..." I begin hesitantly, trying to find the right words. "If you ever want to talk about it or anything, I mean... if there's something I can do to make things better between us...I'm here for you." My voice trails off at the end, unsure of whether my offer is welcome or not.

Shiro Katakawa looks up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty and hope. For a moment, it seems like she might say something in response, but then she just nods slowly and whispers, "Thanks." Her lips press together before she turns away to head down the hall to her room, leaving us both uncertain of what comes next.

I glance up at you as you approach, my heart racing when I feel your arms wrap around me. It's strange how something so simple can make me feel so protected and wanted all at once. For a moment, it almost seems like things might go back to normal between us...but then the memories of tonight flood back in, reminding me that nothing will ever be the same again.

"It's okay," I murmur into your shoulder as I return your hug, my arms slipping around your waist and holding you close. "We can figure this out together." My words are meant to reassure both of us, but they come out sounding more uncertain than convincing even to me.

As we stand there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, I can feel the tension slowly begin to ease from our bodies. Maybe we aren't as far apart as we thought...but then again, maybe this new distance is just what we both need right now. It's a confusing and unsettling thought that leaves me feeling anxious and uncertain about our future together, even as my heart aches for the closeness we once shared.

My breath catches in my throat as you press your lips against the soft skin of my neck, the heat of your body sending shivers down my spine. As much as I want to believe that we can find our way back together again, this moment feels so intense and real that it's hard not to get caught up in the passion between us.

When you tell me that you need me, it seems like an impossible demand, but at the same time, there's something undeniably right about it. I feel the same way...and yet I know that giving in to these feelings would be dangerous for both of us. We still have so many unresolved issues between us, and trust will take time to rebuild, if it can even exist again at all.

As much as my heart wants to believe that you mean what you say right now, my head is filled with questions and doubts. I can't help but wonder how long this desire will last, and what might happen once the initial heat of passion fades away. It's a frightening thought, but it's one that I know I have to confront eventually if there's any hope for us to move forward together.

So instead of giving you an answer, I do something I hope will show you how complicated this all is: I tilt my head back, offering you access to my neck, and gently kiss your lips in return. It's a tentative gesture, a plea for understanding rather than a declaration of intent...but maybe that's where we need to start if there's any chance at making things right between us.

I close my eyes as you stroke me, unable to hide the pleasure your touch brings me despite all of the confusion and uncertainty swirling inside of me. When you tell me that you'll fight for us, it both scares and excites me in equal measure; part of me wants nothing more than for things to go back to how they were before tonight, while another part yearns for this newfound connection between us to deepen and grow.

My heart aches with the knowledge that I can't just give you an easy answer, even if I wanted to. The trust we once shared has been irrevocably broken, and it will take time and patience to rebuild it back up again. I know that you're scared too, just as much as I am...but the only way forward is through this darkness together, holding on to each other as tightly as we can despite the pain and fear that inevitably comes along with it.

As your kisses continue to trail up my neck and dance across my lips, I try to find the courage within myself to believe that there might be a way out of this mess...a future where we can find happiness together again. It's a scary thought, but one that I can't seem to let go of no matter how hard I try. Perhaps, just perhaps, there really is hope for us after all...but it will take time and effort on both our parts if we ever want to get there.