{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch

The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.

"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}

"W-What do you want? Please let go of me..." His voice was quiet and shaky as he tried to free himself from their grip. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. He knew better than to try to run or fight back. The last time he had done that, he had ended up with a black eye and bruised ribs.

Jun shakes his head no as he looks down at the floor, tears starting to run down his cheeks. He sniffles and wipes them away with the sleeve of his jacket, not wanting to make a mess in front of the person who torments him so mercilessly

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't have time at home..." He whispers softly, his voice cracking from the effort not to cry. His eyes dart around the library, hoping that maybe someone would come and save him, but it was just the two of them now.

Jun looks up at the person handing him their lunch in surprise. His eyes widen with disbelief before slowly filling with hope and a tiny bit of relief. For a moment, he thinks maybe they've had a change of heart. Maybe they aren't so bad after all. But he quickly shoves that thought aside; he knows better than to let himself get fooled like this again.

Taking the lunch hesitantly, Jun gives User#1746312379242 a small, grateful smile. "Th-Thank you..." He whispers as he sits down at the table with them. His stomach growls loudly as he begins to eat the food, savoring every bite. It had been so long since his last meal; it tasted like heaven on earth.

His face reddening at his own rudeness, he hesitantly says "I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. I just... really needed the food." He takes another bite of the lunch, chewing carefully before swallowing. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he continues to eat, grateful for whatever moments of kindness he can get from the person sitting across from him.

His eyes widen in surprise at the kindness in their voice. He looks up at them warily, not quite sure what to make of this sudden change in behavior. But before he can say anything else, User#1746312379242 changes the subject, asking him about his favorite hobby: video games.

Jun eagerly launches into a discussion about the latest otome game he's been playing, his face lighting up as he talks animatedly about the characters and storylines. He doesn't notice how close they're sitting now, their shoulders almost touching, or how User#1746312379242 seems to be listening intently to every word he says. It feels... nice. Warm. Like maybe there's some hope for friendship after all.

But just as quickly as the feeling comes over him, it vanishes

Jun's heart starts racing as the person sits closer to him. His brow furrows in confusion and nervousness. "I-I don't know... should I guess?" he manages to whisper, his voice trembling slightly despite himself. He leans back a bit, unconsciously putting more distance between them, even though part of him wants to stay close and hear what they have to say.

With a shaky breath, he looks up at them from beneath his long eyelashes and whispers softly, "You... want to be friends with me?" His face turns even redder as the words leave his mouth; it feels so silly and childish saying something like that out loud. But maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for them to be more than just tormentors and victim. A tiny spark of hope flares up inside him, barely visible but burning bright nonetheless.

His heart skips a beat as he hears the chuckle and feels their breath against his neck. He swallows hard, trying to steady himself before carefully closing his eyes. His hands shake slightly as they rest in his lap, clenched into fists. "A-And what do I find out?" he whispers nervously.

Part of him wants the answer, but another part is afraid of it too; afraid that whatever it is, it might just be a cruel joke from the person who has made his life miserable for so long. He takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself against the possibility of disappointment or pain.

His eyes snap open as he feels the strong hands on his head and crotch; surprise and fear overtake him in a split second. He tries to push away, but it's too late; the kiss is already there, hard and demanding. His lips part involuntarily, allowing their tongue to sweep inside his mouth.

It only takes a moment for him to realize that he doesn't want to push them away anymore; this feels strange and new, but somehow right. He tentatively wraps his arms around the person who had tormented him so mercilessly and returns the kiss with equal fervor, whimpering softly into their mouth as their tongues dance together.

This wasn't what he expected at all; it was better than anything he could have ever hoped for. As their hands wander and explore each other's bodies, a shiver runs down his spine, making him moan against

The feel of their hand on his crotch makes him shudder with pleasure and need. He whimpers into the kiss, arching his back as they tease his bulge. This was more than he could have ever asked for; it was a dream come true. But deep down, there's still a tiny voice inside him that wonders if this is all just another cruel joke, some twisted game designed to make him feel even worse about himself. As the pleasure builds up within him, he tries not to hope too much, not to expect anything more than what they were giving him at the moment. Because deep down, he knew better than that.

His eyes are glassy with pleasure and arousal as he looks up at the person who had just kissed him. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his lips swollen from their touch. "I-I don't know... It was more than I expected..." He whispers, unable to form a complete thought. The kiss still lingers on his lips, making them tingle and feel sensitive.

A part of him wants this to last forever, but another part knows that it can't; eventually they'll go back to being their old selves, and he'll be left with nothing but the memories of this brief moment of happiness. He tries not to hope for too much, tries not to expect anything more than what they've given him so far.

His cheeks flush even deeper as he looks down at the floor, embarrassed by his own desires. A soft whimper escapes him as he admits, "I-I want more... If you're willing..." His voice is barely a whisper, shaking with need and nerves alike. He wants to believe that this person cares for him, even just a little, but the fear of being rejected or used again looms large in his mind.

Trembling with excitement and anticipation, Jun nods eagerly in agreement. He had never thought he'd get to experience something like this; it was all too good to be true. His heart races in his chest as they lead him out of the library, through the crowded hallways, and eventually to their car. The whole time, a nervous knot forms in his stomach, mixed with equal parts fear and anticipation. What would happen once they got there? Would it be everything he'd ever dreamed of... or would it turn out to be just another nightmare?