{{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.
While Madoka would approach me with a plan, I would be talking with another freshman about basketball and some of their play-offs.
"Hey!" *her voice came out more harshly than intended, startling him into turning around. Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, a mix of emotions playing across her face. For a brief moment, they were kids again, sharing laughter and dreams on the basketball court. But now, they were grown-ups with lives of their own, wearing the weight of experience in their gazes. Zaiko's face flushed slightly, his hand unconsciously flexing at his side, betraying his nervousness. He hadn't expected to see her here today. Not like this. The silence stretched between them, charged with unspoken words and memories. Finally, Madoka cleared her throat, breaking the tension. "Um... hi," she said hesitantly, a faint smile touching her lips. "Long time no see."
I would just stand there for a second, looking at her before having a faint smile though still unsure.
"It's been too long," she agreed, her voice softening. "How have you been?" she asked with genuine curiosity, glancing at the freshman beside him before looking back to Zaiko. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, and he exhaled slowly. "I've been good... busier than ever," he replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "And you? I heard you were doing really well in college." There was an undertone of jealousy beneath his words, but it was barely perceptible. "How's the basketball team?" he asked quickly, his eyes flickering to her outfit for a brief moment before returning to meet hers. "We're doing great," she said proudly, flexing one hand slightly to show off her height and toned arm muscles. She glanced at her friends, who were still watching them with interest, before lower
"E-Ehehe. . . still arrogant as ever." Saying in a joking manner how I used to always say to her, before chuckling a bit. "Good to know you guys are doing well, you've uh. . . changed a bit Madoka. Since I last saw you. ." My face getting a bit saddened.
Her heart squeezed at the hint of sadness in his voice, and she was torn between apologizing and defending herself. "I'm sorry you feel that way," she said softly, taking a step closer to him. "Things have been different since I left home, but it doesn't mean I don't miss you." She paused, searching for the right words to say next. "We promised we'd hang out sometime this summer, remember? But then... well, things happened." She glanced down at her shoes, unable to meet his eyes. The guilt she felt was almost unbearable, but admitting it now would only make things worse. It had been a mistake not to keep her promise, and she knew that Zaiko must hold some resentment toward her for it. "Look... I want to make it up to you," she said finally, raising her gaze to meet his
Looking at her, waiting to hear what she has to say.
"I know I should have gone back," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But things with Toshiro... they just got complicated. He didn't want me to see you again." Her cheeks flushed as she admitted this, feeling a strange mix of anger and resentment toward her boyfriend for interfering in their friendship. "I thought about you all the time," she continued, reaching out to take Zaiko's hand in hers. "And I missed you so much. If I could go back and change things, I would." Her eyes pleaded with him to understand, but she knew he had every right to be angry with her. "I want us to be friends again," she said, squeezing his hand gently. "If that's okay with you."
My heart would suddenly open, my face getting red fully after hearing what she said, it sounded like she meant it in a friend way, but also with a hint of love..? "Y-You did?" "I-I u-uh.. I understand Toshiro didn't want you seeing me, I guess he doesn't like me much, h-huh? E-Ehe. . " I'd nervously gulp while looking at her pleading eyes.
Her expression softened further at the genuine surprise and emotion in his voice. "Of course I did, Zaiko," she said gently, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I missed you too much to just pretend like we weren't friends anymore." She glanced around them before leaning in closer, lowering her voice. "And, well... Toshiro isn't as great as he seems. I mean, I love him and all, but..." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her eyes. "I just want us to go back to how we used to be," she continued, searching his face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. "You were my best friend before everything else happened."
I would get even more flustered. "O-Okay. . Y-Yeah I forgive you, it really did hurt when I never heard of you for so long, no messages, calls nothing. . It made me think you didn't care about me anymore." looking at her with a bit of softness in my eyes, my face still blushing. "I missed you too."
"I'm sorry, Zaiko," she repeated, her voice little more than a whisper. Her thumb traced gentle circles on the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. "You were right about so many things... like our promise and how important it was to keep in touch. I should have stuck by that." She paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I know it sounds crazy, but even though we're older now, and things have changed..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks turning pink as she struggled to find the words to express what she was feeling. "Do you think... if we started over somehow, with our friendship... maybe that could mean something more?" she finally asked, her heart racing in her chest. The uncertainty in her eyes reflected the tentative hope within her. "I know it's a lot to ask, and I don't want to pressure you, but..."
Just then I would interupt her, my blush gone to a more calming one, mixed with joy and happiness. "Yeah. . ! I was never mad at you, I always cared and wished the best for you Madoka, I just missed the old times we had" My blush becoming more passionate. "And I missed you the most, and everything we did together." Smiling "So, I'd really enjoy starting over."
Her heart soared at his words, and she couldn't help but return his smile with one of her own. "Really?" she breathed out, barely able to contain her excitement. "I-I would like that too." The weight she had been carrying around for months seemed to lift with his words, leaving her lightheaded and giddy with joy. "Then let's do it," she said decisively, squeezing his hand again. "We can start fresh, just the two of us. Like old times." Her gaze locked on his, conveying all the hope and happiness she felt at this newfound possibility. For the first time in months, Madoka Rika felt truly alive again.
Then there would be a silence, her friends watching from afar before blushing after her holding my hand, both of us getting flustered and backing away. "W-Well! Uh. . . You've changed a lot."
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the realization that her friends had been watching them the whole time. Her eyes meet theirs briefly before she turns back to Zaiko, her smile growing more bashful as they exchange glances. "I've... missed you too," she manages to say softly, her voice barely audible over the noise around them. As they stand there in silence, each Lost in their own thoughts and emotions, they realize that even though so much has changed between them, one thing remains constant: the bond they share is stronger than anything else. Slowly but surely, the tension ebbs away, replaced by a sense of calm contentment and quiet anticipation for what lies ahead in their newly-renewed friendship. Her gaze flickers to her friends once more before returning to Zaiko's face. She takes another step closer, their hands still connected. "So," she begins with a small
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"Where would you like to go? For our first friend-date or whatever?" she says with a nervous laugh. "We could go somewhere we used to hang out at before college... or even try something new, if you want." She bites her bottom lip in thought, feeling both excited and anxious about this new phase of their relationship.
"Or," she continues, looking up at Zaiko with hopeful eyes, "we could see where things go from here. If you're interested..." Her voice trails off, the unspoken question lingering between them. Would they have a chance at something more than friendship? Or was this all just wishful thinking on her part? Only time will tell.
For now, she stands there nervously, hands clasped together as she waits for Zaiko's response. Her heart pounds against her chest, eager to know if they truly have a shot at making things work between them.
"F-Friend-date?" My face would get flustered again, just like how I used to always be when Madoka would taunt me with flirts when we were younger.
"Well, I wasn't sure how to ask," she says with a bashful grin. "But I figured since we just said we wanted to start over, it made sense to do something special together... like two friends hanging out." Her voice trails off thoughtfully as she searches Zaiko's face for some sort of indication of what he wants to do. She's acutely aware that this whole situation is fraught with potential pitfalls and misunderstandings, but she can't help feeling hopeful nonetheless.
"I mean," she continues hesitantly, "if you're not into the friend-date thing or whatever... we could always just spend time together like before." Her heart races as she waits for his answer, her palms growing sweaty beneath the surface of her clothes. Is it too soon to think about anything more than friendship between them? Or is there a chance that their feelings might run
"N-No! Of course! I'd love to do the friend-date with you, I've always wanted to-" Just then I would blush even more "U-Uhm. . . I mean y-yeah! I want to.."
Her cheeks flushed even deeper at the adorable stammering. It was as if time had rolled back to when they were younger and Zaiko would blush every time she teased him. The memory brought a smile to her lips and warmth to her chest. "I'd like that too," she managed to say softly, her voice a little shaky from the sudden rush of emotion. "We could go anywhere you want. Just tell me where you think we should go."
The anticipation building within her was almost unbearable. She felt as though she was on the precipice of something amazing; a new beginning filled with promise and possibility. And yet, there was still that lingering doubt in the back of her mind. What if they couldn't truly make things work between them? What if everything went back to how it used to be before college? The thought sent a shiver down her spine
I would notice our hands together were really close to her breasts, blushing a bit but trying to continue talking. "So. . were you always this small, Madoka?" Joking with her about our heights.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his comment, but she managed to laugh lightly in response. "Ha, yeah, always the shortest one in the group," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "But you know I can still dunk better than anyone else." She grinned mischievously at him, relishing their familiar banter. The tension between them had slowly dissipated, replaced by an easy camaraderie that felt both comfortable and exhilarating.
As they continued to chat about old memories and shared inside jokes, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. It was impossible to ignore the newfound sense of connection between them since their chance meeting earlier today. Her heart fluttered at the thought that perhaps they could move beyond friendship toward something more... But before she could dwell too deeply on those possibilities, she forced herself back into the present moment, enjoying every second spent with her
"I'm still so surprised I got taller than you! You're gigantic! But yeah, I do not want to mess with you on the court" Laughing.
Her laughter rang out through the air, filling it with joy and relief. "Ha, I suppose you have to respect your elders now," she teased him, her eyes sparkling with mirth. The image of them playing together on the court flashed through her mind, memories of their victories and defeats intertwined in a perfect harmony of emotions. "We should plan a game sometime soon," she suggested softly, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Just like old times." As they continued to talk and laugh together, the world around them faded into insignificance. For now, all that mattered was their connection; their shared history and the promise of whatever might lie ahead for them. It felt as though anything was possible in this moment, and Madoka reveled in the bittersweet bliss of it all.
"I would really love to do that, same with the friend-date." Just then I would see Madoka's friends call her. "Do you know them?"
"Uh-huh," she replied, glancing at the group of girls with a small smile. "They're just some people from my college." Turning her attention back to Zaiko, she grinned. "Say, speaking of friend-dates... are you free this weekend?" She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, hopeful that he would say yes and they could finally spend some quality time together away from the prying eyes of their friends.
"Hmmm" Joking around by placing my finger on my chin. "I suppose I could make some time for my childhood friend."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words; they sounded almost too good to be true. A warm glow spread through her chest as she smiled up at him, unable to hide her happiness. "Really?" she breathed out, her voice filled with gratitude and excitement. "I'd love that. We can do anything you want." Her gaze never left his face, their connection growing stronger by the second.
The feeling of hope and anticipation coursing through her veins was almost overwhelming; after everything they'd been through, it seemed impossible that things could end up this way. But for now, she would cherish every moment spent with Zaiko, basking in the glow of their renewed friendship and the promise of whatever might lie ahead.
Just then I would feel Madoka hug me, watching her look up at me, she would still remember the younger me just by looking at me, but also by how much I've grown in different ways. "M-Madoka? Everything alright?"
Her smile grew wider as she wrapped her arms around his waist in return. "Everything's perfect," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe we get to do this again." Her cheeks flushed red, a mix of joy and relief washing over her. For the first time in months, Madoka felt like herself again: confident, strong, and unabashedly happy.
As they stood there together, surrounded by memories and the promise of new experiences, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something truly special for them both. The thought sent a shiver down her spine; it felt almost too good to be true, but at that moment, with Zaiko in her arms, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they really could make things work between them.
I would watch her pull away and look up at me with love in her eyes, almost as if everything became passionate between us, watching her almost lean into my face but stopping and backing up. "Well. . . guess you should go with your friends."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Was it too much, too soon? She wanted to be with him, but she didn't want to push him away either. "Y-Yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should go..." She hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to add, "But I had an amazing time today. Thank you for talking to me." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she smiled up at him nervously.
As they stood there in silence, the weight of their feelings pressing down on them like a physical force, Madoka couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would Zaiko reciprocate her feelings? Or would he want to go back to being just friends? The uncertainty was both thrilling and terrifying, leaving her trapped in a limbo of hope and fear.
"Unless you want to show me around? I was planning on going with some other freshman but if you and your friends are fine with it, I'll come with."
Her eyes widened in surprise and delight at his offer. "Really?" she asked, the hope in her voice unmistakable. "I'd like that." A genuine smile spread across her face as she added, "It'll be fun to show you around Tokyo. And who knows, maybe we can find some new favorite places together." Her heart raced with anticipation at the prospect of spending more time with him.
As they started walking again, side by side this time, Madoka couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Despite all the uncertainty and emotional turmoil they had been through, something told her that maybe, just maybe, she and Zaiko were meant to be together.
I would walk with her, talking to her about basketball as well as just casual talk before arriving with her friends.
As they continue their tour of Tokyo, the air crackles with an electric energy between them. Every touch, every glance feels charged with meaning and possibility. She finds herself lost in his stories about college life, laughing at his jokes and sharing memories of their own. The more time they spend together, the more she wants to be near him, her heart racing each time he looks at her from beneath those long eyelashes.
When they finally part ways for the night, Zaiko lingers a moment too long, their eyes locked on each other's faces. "I had an amazing time today," he says softly, his voice barely audible above the city noise. She can see the hope in his gaze and feels her own heart speed up in response. For now, all she can do is nod in agreement, unable to form words as the emotions swirl inside her.
As she walks away, the sens
Just as Madoka was walking away with her friend group, they would ask her about why she seemed so much happier with Zaiko
She glances over her shoulder at him, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "We... we just caught up on old times, that's all." Her voice is filled with warmth as she says his name, and she can feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly. "It was really nice to talk to him again," she adds with a shy smile before looking forward once more.
All through dinner and their nighttime activities, Madoka's thoughts keep drifting back to Zaiko. She can't help but wonder what he's doing at that moment, if they're thinking about her too. The thought sends a thrill down her spine, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else.
As the night wears on, Madoka finds herself hoping for another chance encounter with him, even though deep down she knows that this newfound connection between them is fragile