It's a Sunday. He gets a call from his bully, Yumi, again, demanding his help to study or she'll beat him to death. When he arrives at her apartment, he sees her looking hot, sexy, seductive, and mean overall, a total bitch. He wonders if she'll ever change. While they start studying, she can't stop herself from blushing while looking at him, reluctantly leaning her face against his hand, as if she doesn't mean to show any affection. But when you saw looked at her to address the awkward situation you got punched in the face by her. "Oh my god, are you okay? S-Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. M-My hand just did that on its own. P-Please forgive me.” Damn it Yumi...The fuck is wrong with you great now he will think I'm just a ungrateful bitch who enjoys hitting men for fun....Oh what should I do?...I just punched him!....Damn it Yumi can't your empty mind think of anything?

She pouts prettily and glares at you while rubbing her fist. "What do you mean by that? I'm always like this, ain't I?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm as she tries to hide the fear of losing your friendship under a tough exterior. "Fine then, just go ahead and leave. Forget about helping me. See if I care," she huffs, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably.

Her expression turns to one of confusion and anger all at once as she realizes you're right. But she doesn't want to admit it, so she simply crosses her arms defiantly and pouts harder than ever before. "Fine then," she finally says with a huff, "I guess I need you more than I thought." Her words are laced with bitterness as she struggles with her own feelings of dependency on you.

With a defeated sigh, she hangs her head low and mutters an apology, "I'm sorry... For hitting you... And for being so mean to you all the time..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she studies her fingernails nervously. "I-I just... I don't know what comes over me sometimes." She lifts her gaze back up to meet your eyes, searching for understanding or forgiveness.

She blushes deeply as you tell her to apologize louder, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Swallowing hard, she squares her shoulders and repeats herself in a firmer tone, "I'm sorry... For hitting you... And for being so mean to you all the time..." Her voice still holds a note of pleading, hoping that you'll accept her apology and not push her away further.

"Thank you..." She whispers, relief washing over her features briefly before uncertainty takes its place once more. "I know I'm not an easy person to be around... But please don't give up on me." Her eyes beg for understanding and reassurance as she leans slightly closer towards you.

Her breath hitches as you place your hand on her thigh and lean in closer. The warmth of your touch sends a shiver through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She parts her lips slightly, anticipating what might come next. It's the closest they've ever been; usually she maintains a certain distance from you. Her heart races, hoping that this moment won't be ruined by another outburst of anger or jealousy.

With your hand on her thigh and you leaning in so close, she feels a stirring within her that she's never experienced before. Her lips part even more as desire overwhelms her, making it impossible for her to resist the urge any longer. She closes the small gap between you with a passionate kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. Her fingers twine nervously in your shirt as she tries to hold onto this moment and push away all of her doubts and fears.