{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

Hektōr shifted his weight slightly, feeling someone's presence behind him but not wanting to acknowledge it. There were so many new faces at the orientation and he was just as nervous about making friends as they probably were. His gaze drifted across the crowd before locking on a figure in the distance that seemed familiar. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, but then logic kicked in and he brushed it off. There's no way... is there? He turned back to face forward, trying to focus on what the speaker was saying.

A soft touch on his shoulder made him jump slightly before he realized who it was. A smile crept up onto his lips as he glanced at Madoka and felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. They hadn't seen each other since she left for college in Tokyo, but now that she was here... words seemed to fail him. "Hey

Her expression brightened as she saw his face light up at her touch. It was a welcome change from the brooding, intense looks he'd worn during their childhood days together. She smiled warmly at him and gave his shoulder a slight squeeze before letting go, stepping closer. "Hey there, big guy," she teased, her tone playful and affectionate. "You're looking good!" Her eyes flickered down to his height, a mischievous glint in them. Back when they were kids, he used to call her giantess because she was always taller than him. Now that he's the one who's grown so much, she couldn't resist poking fun at it. "I missed you, Hektōr," she admitted, her voice soft and sincere. "How have you been? What've you been up to?" She leaned

The warmth in his voice caught her off guard. She'd expected him to be more defensive or cold towards her after what had happened, but there was a genuine fondness in his words that she couldn't ignore. "I'm glad to hear that," she said, her tone softer as well. "And thank you for saying I look good. You don't know how much I missed hearing that." A part of her wanted to confess everything and ask for his forgiveness, but another part held back, afraid of what might happen if he rejected her again. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the present moment instead. "So," she continued with a playful grin, "do you think you'll have any trouble finding new friends here? I mean, now that you're so tall and all..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as her gaze drifted down to his crotch,

Her eyes widened in surprise at his accusatory tone. She knew she'd disappointed him by not coming back for the summer as they'd planned, but she hadn't expected him to be this bitter about it. Her heart skipped a beat as he mentioned her boyfriend, and for a moment she wished she could take back everything that had happened between them. "Hektōr..." She started hesitantly, reaching out a hand to touch his arm. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. It sounded so lame and inadequate compared to how she'd imagined apologizing. But it was all she could manage under the weight of his anger and disapproval.

Her hand dropped to her side as she processed his words. She couldn't quite understand the bitterness in his voice anymore; it seemed like he was taking this all out on her. "He's... fine, I guess?" she replied cautiously. "We're still together." She glanced at him again, studying his expression. There was a hint of jealousy and resentment mixed with the anger, and it unsettled her even more than his anger alone had. Was he really this upset over what happened between them? Or was there something else going on beneath the surface? "Look," she said, mustering up more courage than she'd expected. "I know I screwed up, and I'm sorry for that. But can we just move past it?" She took a step closer to him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, even if they were no longer close friends.

Her cheeks flushed red at his taunting tone. The words cut deep, and she fought back the urge to lash out in anger. She knew that he was hurting, but it didn't make it any easier to hear him say such things. "Hektōr," she said softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "You don't have to be like this. We can still be friends, can't we? Despite everything that happened?" She took another step closer to him, searching his eyes for any sign of the understanding and camaraderie they once shared. Instead, she found only pain and betrayal staring back at her, and it broke her heart all over again. "I miss you," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "I never meant to lose you." Tears began to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as they spilled down her

Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart as his words sank in deeper than the knife that had stabbed her earlier. The pain and anger in his voice cut through her like a razor's edge, and for a moment she couldn't find the strength to respond. She just stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks, as he took another step back from her. But then something inside of her snapped. A fire ignited deep within her chest, burning away the last remnants of hurt and self-doubt. She took a shaky breath, squaring her shoulders as she faced him once more. "I never meant to abandon you," she said firmly, determination hardening her voice. "You were always my best friend, Hektōr." Her hands balled into fists at her sides as anger flared up within her. Anger not just at him for hurting her,

"What are you saying?" she asked, her voice shaking with confusion and hurt. "I never thought..." She trailed off, unable to comprehend his words. Her mind flashed back to all the times they'd spent together, laughing, playing basketball, sharing secrets... How could he doubt that she had truly cared for him as a friend? Tears began to flow down her cheeks once more, mixing with the earlier tears of anger and frustration. "Why are you saying these things?" she whispered brokenly. "What do you want from me?" Her voice cracked on the last word, a note of desperation creeping into her tone. She looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of the friend she'd lost somewhere along the way. But all she found was confusion and hurt mirroring her own feelings.

Her eyes widened in shock as his words sank in. All this time, she'd never suspected that he'd felt anything more than friendship towards her. The realization was like a punch to the gut, making her heart ache anew. "Hektōr..." she breathed, tears streaming down her face. "I- I had no idea..." She shook her head, trying to process his accusations and confessions at once. "I never meant for things to happen like this," she said softly, her voice wavering. "I always thought we were just friends." The truth of those words stung as much as his hurtful remarks did, leaving her feeling guilty and confused. She reached out a shaking hand to brush the tears from his cheek, but he flinched away from her touch. "W-What do you want me to say?" she asked plaintively, desperate for

Her heart ached as she watched him turn away from her. She wanted nothing more than to comfort him, to take back all the pain and hurt she'd caused him over the years. But it seemed like he was beyond reach now, lost in a storm of anger and resentment that only she had the power to calm. "Hektōr..." she said softly, her voice barely audible above the din of orientation activities around them. "I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this." Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she fought back tears once more. "Please, can we talk about this?" But even as she asked, she knew that he was past the point of forgiveness. The distance between them seemed insurmountable now, a chasm born from years of hurt and betrayal. And for the first time since they were children, Madoka couldn't help but wonder if their friendship

Her heart sank as she felt the weight of his words press down upon her. There was so much anger and hurt in his voice that she couldn't find the strength to respond. Instead, she hung her head, tears trickling slowly down her cheeks. She wanted desperately to apologize again, to explain how it wasn't like that and that she truly never meant to hurt him... but somehow, those words seemed hollow and inadequate. The silence between them stretched on, heavy and oppressive. Around them, the orientation activities continued unabated, students laughing and chatting as if nothing were amiss. But for Madoka and Hektōr, their world had come crashing down around them, leaving only shattered pieces in its wake. Finally, she forced herself to look up at him again. His expression was as hard and unyielding as stone, but there was still a

Tears welled up in her eyes once more as she gazed at his back, wishing there was some way to reach him, to make things right again. She wanted to apologize one last time, to explain how truly sorry she was for everything that had happened...but the words caught in her throat, choked by the anger and resentment she sensed emanating from him. "Hektōr," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, I don't know what else to say..." Her heart ached with despair as she watched his back stiffen slightly in response to her words. There had to be some way they could mend things between them...but for now, it seemed like an impossible dream.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his gaze upon her. She took a deep breath, gathering up all the courage she could muster. "I just want us to be friends again," she said softly, wincing inwardly at how lame it sounded even to her ears. "I miss you, Hektōr. I never meant for any of this to happen." She swallowed hard, fighting back tears as she reached out a trembling hand and placed it on his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through her body, reminding her of the countless times they'd touched throughout their childhood and adolescence. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what else to do."

"No!" she exclaimed immediately, startled by his question. "That's not what I meant at all! I just want us to be friends again." She paused, thinking about how to phrase her next words. "I never wanted anyone else but you, Hektōr. You know that." Her voice cracked as she spoke, betraying the depth of her emotion. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I was trying to replace you... I just want things to go back to how they were before."

Her hand squeezed his shoulder gently, and she took a step closer, searching his face for any signs of understanding or forgiveness. "Please," she repeated, her voice trembling with sincerity. "Can't we try?"

Her heart sank at his words, and she instinctively took a step back, her face flushing with shame. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to find something to say in response. "I- I never meant for it to happen like this..." she stammered, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "We were just so close, and then everything changed... I'm sorry, Hektōr."

A lump formed in her throat as the weight of his rejection settled heavily upon her shoulders. Part of her wanted to protest, to argue that he was wrong about her, but another part knew that he was probably right. She had let him down, and now it seemed like there was no going back.

Their earlier conversation played back in her mind, the words and accusations echoing through her heart like a death knell. For a moment, she considered reaching out to him again

...but something in his expression stopped her. The look in his eyes held too much pain and anger for her to risk pushing him further away. With a heavy heart, she lowered her gaze and slowly turned around, walking away from him with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't bear to watch the destruction she had caused; it was enough just knowing that he was there, and that it was too late for them now.

Trembling, she fought the urge to pull away as he tugged her back toward him. She lifted her tear-streaked face, pain etched into every feature, and waited for whatever judgment or accusation might come next. But when his eyes met hers, they were soft with a mix of regret and longing she hadn't expected to see.

Her heart leapt in response, hope surging through her like a ray of sunlight after a long, dark night. "Hektōr..." she whispered, her voice shaking as she reached out a trembling hand to stroke his cheek. "I never meant for any of this... I just wanted us to be together."

The confession hung in the air between them, heavy and pregnant with meaning. For a moment, she could almost believe that things might go back to the way they were before... but then the memories came flooding back, and

Her lips parted in surprise as his finger brushed across them, and then he kissed her before she could protest or respond. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt; it was both familiar and foreign all at once, igniting a spark of desire within her that she hadn't known was still there.

As their lips parted, she looked up into his eyes, searching for some sign of what this meant. His expression held the same mix of regret and longing she had seen before, but now there was something else as well: a tentative hopefulness that made her heart ache with love for him.

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as they embraced tightly. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his shoulder, feeling tears begin to flow anew. "I miss you so much." The words were filled with all the pain and regret of their time apart, and yet there

"I..." she began, her voice hoarse with emotion as they held each other close. The sound of snapping cameras filled the air, and she became acutely aware that their moment was not private anymore. But for now, nothing else mattered but the feeling of his strong arms around her and the warmth of his body pressed against hers. "I love you," she whispered, barely audible even to herself.

Her lips brushed against his neck as she took a deep breath, savoring the scent of him. He smelled like he always had: fresh and masculine with just a hint of sweat from the long day's Orientation activities. She buried her face in his shoulder, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. "I'll never forget you," she murmured into his shirt. "No matter what happens."

"I know...but I can't help it," she whispered against his shoulder, tears trickling down her cheeks again. "I just want things to go back to the way they were before." She didn't even realize she was saying it until the words were already out there, hanging in the air between them like a weight too heavy for either of them to bear alone.

As she looked up at him through her tears, she could see the conflicted expression on his face mirroring her own heartache and confusion. They had both made mistakes, but it seemed as though they were still trapped by the past, unable to move forward together without unraveling the tangle of emotions that had grown up between them over the years.

For now, all she could do was hold onto him tightly, hoping that their connection would be strong enough to weather whatever storm lay ahead.

"Okay..." she whispered, her voice hoarse as she felt his lips against hers. The kiss was brief but intense, sending shivers down her spine despite the warmth of the day. As they parted, she smiled up at him, hope flickering in her eyes. "I'll see you later, then."

Her heart ached as she released him and stepped back, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her chest but knowing that there was still so much left to sort out between them. She wiped away the last of her tears and forced herself to smile brightly for the crowd of students watching their every move. "Anyway," she said loudly, trying to regain some semblance of composure, "I should get back to my group." With one final glance in Hektōr's direction, she turned away and rejoined her new freshmen, determined to make the most of this

As she led her group away, a smile tugged at the corners of Madoka's lips. Despite everything that had happened, there was still a spark between them; hope remained. She couldn't help but feel exhilarated by their encounter, as if they had recaptured some lost part of themselves in those intense moments together. The thought made her heart race and her cheeks flush with excitement. Perhaps, somehow, things would work out for the best after all.

She focused on guiding her freshmen through the rest of orientation, chatting with them and answering their questions as if she weren't harboring a secret that could potentially change everything. But no matter where she was or what she was doing, Hektōr remained at the forefront of her mind, like a beacon calling her back to him. As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, painting the world in hues of pink and orange

As twilight descended upon Tokyo, casting the world in shades of pink and orange, Madoka found herself growing increasingly anxious to see Hektőr again. She knew that their reunion had been far from perfect; there were still so many things they needed to talk about and sort out between them. But somehow, just knowing that he was there, a part of her life once more, filled her with an indescribable sense of hope and contentment.

Her fingers drummed nervously against her thigh as she made her way through the bustling streets toward her next class. She couldn't stop thinking about his kiss, the feel of his lips against hers after all these years. It had been electrifying, like nothing else she'd ever experienced before...and yet, it hadn't been enough to erase everything that had happened in between.

The memories flooded back unbidden: their shared

I can't deny that I miss you. The way we were before... It was perfect, and I wish we could go back to it. But things have changed, and so have we. We need to figure out where we stand now, what we want from each other moving forward. Maybe...maybe we should see other people for a while, sort ourselves out, and then come back together when we're ready. I don't know. It sounds crazy, but maybe it would help.

Her heart raced as she thought about voicing these words aloud to him. He could respond with anger or resentment; he could shut her out entirely. But despite the risk, part of her hoped that he might listen, that they might be able to find some kind of middle ground where they both felt comfortable and at peace.

As the phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, Madoka struggled to contain her panic. She had known this day would come eventually, but that didn't make it any easier when the moment actually arrived. Her heart ached as she thought about the inevitable confrontation with Toshiro, wondering how much of their past he knew and whether he could ever forgive her for betraying his trust.

When she finally answered, her voice came out shaky and uncertain. "H-hello?" she managed to croak out.

Toshiro didn't waste any time launching into a tirade of accusations and demands for answers. Madoka winced at each word, feeling her chest tighten with guilt and shame. She tried desperately to explain the situation to him, to make him understand that her relationship with Hektōr was complicated and had developed over time. But no matter

It's true that I care about him...but it's not like that anymore. We were just friends, and things got messed up when we came to college. I shouldn't have let it happen, but I can't change the past now. All I want is for you to understand and give me another chance. I promise to focus on us from here on out.

Her voice wavered as she spoke, the tears streaming down her cheeks making her words thick and slurred. She wanted desperately for Toshiro to believe her, to forgive her so they could move forward together. But whether he would be willing to give her that chance remained to be seen.

Her heart raced as Toshiro's words cut deeper than any knife. She winced with every accusation and insult, feeling the pain of his betrayal keenly. Part of her wanted to lash out in anger, to defend herself against his hurtful words, but she knew that would only make things worse. Instead, she tried to remain calm and steady, hoping that some shred of rationality might penetrate Toshiro's rage.

"Toshiro," she said softly, "I know what it looks like, and I understand why you feel this way. But please, try to understand too. We were friends before we ever became anything else, and that's something that can't be changed." She paused, gathering her courage before continuing. "If you give me another chance, if you let me prove myself to you, I promise I won't waste it."

Her voice

I swallowed hard as I saw you approach, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Toshiro's words still rang in my ears, his accusations and threats leaving me feeling guilty and exposed. Your touch on my shoulder made me flinch slightly, but I forced myself to meet your gaze. "There is...," I began slowly, my voice shaking. "But it's complicated."

I felt my heart race as you spoke into the phone, your words sending shockwaves through me. Was this really happening? Did you mean what you were saying? Toshiro's response was unmistakable: he sounded confused and angry. "What...?" he stammered before his voice trailed off.

I could hardly breathe as the tension between us grew thick. Your claim on me, so casually tossed aside like a possession to be shared or reclaimed...it both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. What did this mean for us now? For our friendship, if not something more?

"Toshiro," I began, my voice trembling slightly as I finally found the courage to speak up, "I need some time to think about all of this..."

Your expression darkened at my words, but before either of you could say anything further, a group of students approached us

My heart skipped a beat as you moved closer, your voice lowering slightly when you claimed me as your wife. I knew it was a lie, but the truth of those words still sent shockwaves through me. Toshiro went silent again for a moment before exploding in anger, shouting that he didn't believe you and demanding to know what kind of game we were playing.

As the tension grew more palpable around us, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer this charade could continue. A part of me wanted nothing more than to set the record straight, to make things right between Toshiro and myself...but another part was terrified of losing you in the process.

My heart raced as I listened to your words, the truth hidden beneath the lie making it even harder for me to focus. Toshiro's voice grew increasingly agitated on the other end of the line, accusing us both of betrayal and demanding answers. Part of me wanted to shout out that you were lying, that we had only reconnected because of the campus play and our shared history...but I knew deep down that it wouldn't make any difference. The damage was already done.

As the tension between us grew more intense, I found myself slipping deeper into a state of confusion and turmoil. My heart ached for Toshiro, for the friendship we once shared...but it also yearned for you, for the comfort and familiarity that came with our connection. I didn't know what to do or how to make things right again.

Finally, after what seemed like an etern

I didn't even realize that you had stopped talking until the phone went dead in my hand. The silence between us was deafening, filled with tension and unspoken words. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what had just happened, my thoughts spinning in circles like a tornado.

As we stood there in the midst of the bustling campus, all I could do was stare at you, trying to read your expression. The lines around your eyes seemed deeper than usual, and there was an intensity in your gaze that I hadn't seen before. Was this really how things were going to end? With even more distance between us? Or was there still a chance for us, despite everything that had happened?

The taste of your lips on mine sent shockwaves through my system, making it impossible to think clearly. I wrapped my arms around you, pressing myself against you as if I could lose myself in this moment and forget about everything else. Your words, harsh as they were, only served to intensify the emotions swirling inside me, leaving me wanting more of you, needing you close like this. As we stood there on that crowded campus, surrounded by people going about their day oblivious to our connection, it felt like everything else had fallen away and all that mattered was us.

I bit my lip, the indecision clear in my eyes. Part of me wanted to go with you, to escape this world and find solace in your embrace. But another part was afraid of losing touch with Toshiro entirely, even if things between us had grown strained. "I... I don't know," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears began to well up once more. "What am I supposed to do?"

As much as I hated feeling so lost and confused, it was a familiar sensation at least - one that didn't change the fact that you were still here beside me.

"I don't know..." I muttered, my voice barely audible above the sounds of the bustling crowd. "I just want...I need time to think." The words hung in the air between us like a weight, growing heavier with each passing moment. My eyes darted from yours to the ground and back again, searching for some kind of answer I couldn't seem to find.

A part of me wanted nothing more than to follow your lead, to let you guide me through this tangled web of emotions and decisions. But another part was scared; scared of letting go of the stability Toshiro represented, even if it had changed so much over time.

"I'll... I'll think about it," I said finally, forcing a small smile that felt more like a grimace. "I just need some space."