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!
(As much as she wanted to protest and complain, Fuyuki decided not to say anything, knowing it would be pointless. With a sigh of resignation, she muttered under her breath, "Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal with you for a year." Her expression was unchanged; hard and cold. But inside, she felt a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.)
Oh so You wanted to be with your crush
Of course I did, you fucking moron! Who the hell wouldn't want to be with him? He's Hiro Miyamoto! The smartest guy in school and an amazing basketball player on top of that! You, on the other hand, are just average at best. Do you even know what it feels like to sweat? Or how good it is to win a game? Probably not, because all you do is study and masturbate to your stupid little dildos. Well, get ready for some real action, because now you're stuck with me for an entire fucking year!
Oh is that like that
She sighed in frustration again and turned away from you, not wanting to continue this pointless conversation. Instead, she focused on planning her strategy for the next few weeks. First order of business? Finding out everything there is to know about your likes and dislikes, so she could use that information against you later when it was most needed. Then maybe she'd see if she could sweet talk one of the cute teachers into giving her a better room... or even some tips on how to please her crush once they finally got together. Either way, Fuyuki knew she had her work cut out for her, and she wasn't about to let some random partner stand in her way.
Oh So listen I won't talk to you and you won't talk to me Okay
Fuyuki rolled her eyes but refrained from responding to you. Instead, she focused on studying during class, determined not to let your presence distract her from her ultimate goal. As the days went by, tensions between the two of you only seemed to rise, with every glance or comment carrying a hidden meaning or threat. Despite herself, Fuyuki found that she was growing increasingly annoyed with you and couldn't wait for this school year to be over. But until then, she would have to endure your company... somehow.
She spent her nights dreaming about Hiro Miyamoto, his handsome face and muscular body etched into her mind. Each time she closed her eyes, it was as if he were there with her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and touching places no one else ever had. She couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to finally be with him, to feel his strong arms wrap around her and his warm breath caress her skin. But for now, all she could do was endure the torturous presence of you in her life, wishing for a miracle that would somehow lead to her being paired with Hiro instead...
he is sitting in his room not knowing door is open His body more muscular than her crush is visible
Which idiot would leave their door open like that? She shook her head in disbelief and continued studying. "Hiro Miyamoto would never make such a mistake," she muttered under her breath, imagining him being far more cautious and aware of his surroundings. Besides, even if it was him, why should she care what he looks like naked? He's not the one who has to put up with your repulsive presence for an entire year. No matter how much better you might look in comparison...
he stands open up his almirah and one by one decorates his room with his football trophies , she saw him and his trophies I have less space he murmers to himself
(Fuyuki glanced over at you as you opened your almirah and began to arrange your football trophies on the shelf. "Hmph," she snorted derisively, "you think just because you're good at sports that makes you special? You're still no match for Hiro Miyamoto in my book." She went back to studying, unimpressed by your accomplishments and determined not to let your presence distract her from her true goal.)
In the evening A toper of the University came and asked him and question which he couldn't answer He solved the equation infront of her While eating his dinnerThat's an easy question how did you not know this?
"How pathetic," she muttered under her breath as you tried to impress the visitor with your non-existent intelligence. She knew it was pointless to try and teach you anything; after all, your brain cells were apparently already preoccupied with sports and masturbation. As much as she wanted to help you, Fuyuki simply couldn't be bothered. Besides, if there was one thing she had an excess of, it was arrogance.
With a sigh, she turned back to her studies, making note of the visitor's name and affiliation for future reference. Perhaps one day, she thought, that information might prove useful in her quest to be paired with Hiro Miyamoto...or at least get out of this hellish situation with you.
"Well, aren't you just special? A male who knows something outside of sports and masturbation. Imagine that," she said sarcastically as you tried to explain the equation to the visitor. She felt a mixture of annoyance and jealousy rise up within her, but refused to let it show on her face. Instead, she maintained her cold, distant exterior and continued with her studies, determined not to let your mere presence faze her for much longer.
I ain't talking to you then why are you disturbing me and him
Fuyuki snorted in disdain. "Suit yourself. But if you keep trying to impress that visitor with your non-existent intelligence, it's going to backfire spectacularly." She took another long glance at the equation, thinking about how easily she could solve it compared to you. Even with all of your sports accomplishments and good looks, you were still nothing more than a fool in her eyes. But alas, there was no point in trying to teach someone who didn't want to learn.
So instead, she turned away from the both of you and focused on her own studies, determined to succeed despite the presence of someone as unremarkable as you. Her mind wandered back to Hiro Miyamoto once more, wondering what he was up to at that very moment...and imagining how wonderful it would be to finally be with him.
he finishes the equation and eats his dinner
Fuyuki glanced up from her studies as you finished the equation and resumed eating your dinner. Even though she didn't say anything, a small part of her was impressed by your ability to solve it so quickly. However, that feeling was instantly replaced by annoyance when she remembered that you had only done it because she pointed it out to you earlier.
"You know," she muttered under her breath, "if you'd bothered to learn anything useful instead of just focusing on sports and your dick..." Her voice trailed off as she returned to studying, the unfinished thought left hanging in the air like a heavy weight. The truth was, despite all of her animosity towards you, there was still some small part of her that wished things could be different...that maybe one day she could find something worthwhile in your company. But for now, all she had were dreams and fantasies about Hiro
that night she saw him marking the days for which he hasn't masturbated and the days were in years He hasn't masturbated In year but still she thinks he jerks dailyWell day 876 completed*he murmers to himself
Hearing you mutter about your "achievement" made Fuyuki feel a mixture of disgust and pity. She knew that the school's repopulation program was ridiculous, but it seemed like you were taking it way too seriously. At least she had her mind on more important things than just satisfying her own basic urges.
Despite herself, she couldn't help but wonder what your life must have been like before all of this happened. Were you really that obsessed with sex? Or was it just a coping mechanism for something else entirely? In any case, she didn't care enough to find out; as far as she was concerned, you were nothing more than a temporary obstacle in her quest to be with Hiro Miyamoto.
With one last sigh of frustration, Fuyuki turned away from your pathetic display and went back to studying, determined not to let anything dist
next morning Hiro came to their dorm
With a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins, Fuyuki's gaze immediately locked onto Hiro Miyamoto as he entered their dorm room. He looked even better than she remembered; his black hair was mussed from sleep, and there was a faint hint of stubble on his chin that only served to make him more irresistible. But despite her feelings for him, she forced herself to remain aloof and uninterested in your presence as well.
As he greeted them both, Fuyuki could feel the weight of their situation pressing down upon her shoulders; soon enough, one of them would have to suffer through being left behind while the other was taken away by the government for population repopulation purposes. It was a cruel fate, but it didn't seem as if anyone was willing to fight against it any longer.
For now, she focused on maintaining her image of
*Hiro came to near him and Touched his feet saying Master how are you ?*I am good Hiro
Maintaining her air of superiority and indifference, Fuyuki shot Hiro Miyamoto a disdainful glance before turning back to studying. "Oh, hi Hiro," she said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her notes. "I was just reviewing some material for class." Her tone was clipped and curt, leaving no room for conversation or connection between them.
As much as she wanted to be close to him, she knew that appearing too eager would only make her seem desperate and undesirable. So instead, she forced herself to maintain the cool exterior that she had cultivated over the years; an act that was growing increasingly difficult with each passing moment in Hiro's presence.
Her gaze flickered back towards you occasionally, appraising your every move and thought. You seemed nervous around him, which only served to make her feel more annoyed and superior
Hiro said to Fuyuki I know you like me but I don't I like an another girl far more beautiful and sexy than you
At Hiro's words, Fuyuki felt her heart sink like a stone into the pit of her stomach. Anger and humiliation burned within her as she struggled to maintain her composure. She couldn't believe that he didn't like her back; after all these years, she had pinned her hopes on being with him. But it seemed like her dreams were about to crumble before her very eyes.
With a calmness she didn't feel, Fuyuki looked up at Hiro and smiled sweetly. "Oh, really?" She said, feigning disinterest as she raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And who might this other girl be? I'd love to meet her." Her voice was light and airy, but there was a hint of malice beneath the surface that only he would notice.
Inwardly, Fuyuki was seething with je
you are not capable to meet her You are just a dust of her nail Hiro said
Fuyuki felt a sting of hurt at Hiro's words but refused to let it show on her face. She knew that trying to compete with an imaginary woman was pointless; there was no way to win against someone who didn't even exist. Instead, she shrugged nonchalantly and looked away, as if the whole thing didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Well," she drawled slowly, trying to sound bored, "I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. After all, we both know I don't have much of a choice in this situation." Her voice trailed off as she glanced back at you out of the corner of her eye. Maybe there was still some small chance that she could change things between them; make you into someone worthwhile enough for Hiro to notice. But first, she needed to find a way to get under your skin and make you work for it...
"Yeah..." Fuyuki said hesitantly, her gaze drifting back to Hiro before shifting away again. She forced a smile onto her lips and tried to act as if she didn't care, but the hurt was clear in her eyes. "I suppose I should focus on studying anyway...just in case." Her voice trailed off and she turned back to her notes, pretending to be engrossed once more. But secretly, she couldn't help but wonder what Hiro saw in this other girl that made him prefer her over Fuyuki...and if there was anything she could do to change his mind.
yeah bye Imma go and walk with my girl you ugly ass girl said Hiro
Fuyuki bristled at Hiro's words but forced herself to keep her expression neutral as she nodded curtly. "Alright...have fun." There was a trace of sarcasm in her voice that was almost impossible to miss, but she kept it low enough so as not to draw any further attention to the situation. Instead, she turned away and focused on her own business, trying to pretend that this whole thing didn't bother her at all.
In truth, however, her heart felt heavy with disappointment and jealousy. She had never been one to give up easily when it came to getting what she wanted, and she refused to let Hiro Miyamoto slip through her fingers so easily. There had to be some way for her to turn things around...she just hadn't found it yet.
Fuyuki sat at her desk, lost in thought as she absentmindedly sketched out elaborate fantasies in which she and Hiro were together, and you didn't exist. In one scenario, they would be studying at a quiet library, him tutoring her on some esoteric subject while their hands brushed against each other. In another, they would be enjoying a romantic walk along the beach, his arm protectively wrapped around her as they watched the sunset together.
But reality kept intruding upon these daydreams; reminding her that Hiro was with someone else and she was stuck with you for an entire year. It was infuriating, to say the least. Still, Fuyuki refused to give up hope. There had to be some way to change things...to make him see how perfect they could be together if only he'd give her a chance. She just needed to find it first...
Next day Suddenly Hiro left the University with his girl and went to another continent to marry and said he will never return
Fuyuki felt as if she had been punched in the gut when she heard about Hiro's sudden departure and engagement to someone else. Tears stung at her eyes, but she refused to shed them; doing so would only make it look like she cared more than she actually did. Instead, she tried to maintain a calm exterior as she struggled to comprehend what had happened.
Part of her wanted to blame you for this; after all, hadn't you been the one who had made him feel awkward and uncomfortable around her? But even deeper down, she knew that it wasn't entirely your fault. Hiro Miyamoto had always been out of her reach, and perhaps he never would be. The thought was so painful that she couldn't bear to dwell on it for long; instead, she forced herself to focus on other things, anything that wouldn't remind her of the man