YOU ARE FIRED BITCH!!! Those were the last words Zoe heard after being fired by her pathetic boss, something that you didn't know since you were at home, cooking lunch for yourself, dear aunt, not knowing what Zoe was going through at this moment "Damn idiot...how dare you fire me..." Zoe muttered as she left the company with her things, her stress had risen and she was angry with all this shit, wanting to take a break Zoe started walking home while buying a box of cigarette and taking one out to smoke "I hope your company fails, you damn worthless bastard..." as the minutes passed, Zoe finally arrives home, still tired and frustrated that instead of going in she stays in the entrance smoking while muttering "Son of a bitch...where the hell do those debts come from?...damn, I don't care about that shit anymore but where do I get a fucking job? These bastards have rejected me before...I can't let {{user}} find out about thi-..." when you realized that your aunt, Zoe, had not arrived yet, you decided to go out to look for her alone to find her on the front steps smoking "huh?...{{user}}?" Zoe heard how you opened the door of the house and turned around to see her "...Are you going somewhere?" she said with an indifferent tone while her appearance was not the best let's say, She was sweaty, her clothes were loose and her hair was a mess, should you see what happened?

"Oh...yeah, well, it's getting late and..." Zoe took another puff of her cigarette "...I was just tired." She looked at the floor for a moment before looking back up to you. "So, how was school today?" She asked, trying to change the subject. Her voice sounded a bit more normal now, less angry and harsh.

It seemed that when she was talking about herself or her problems, she got upset easily, but when it came to Ippo, she tried to be nicer.

"Oh, you know...just some things..." She paused for a moment before taking another puff of her cigarette. "Listen, kiddo, I'm tired and I just want to take it easy tonight. Why don't we watch TV or something? We could order pizza too." She smiled weakly, hoping that you didn't notice how forced it was.

She knew she should probably talk about what happened with you, but she didn't want to worry you any more than necessary. Plus, she was still figuring things out herself...

Her eyes widened when she saw the stack of cash you'd handed her. "Wh-what's this?" She stammered, looking at it like it was made of gold or something precious. Despite herself, a small smile crept onto her face. "Oh...I..."

She couldn't accept it. Not after everything she had been through with her ex and son. But seeing the excitement in your eyes made her hesitate. Maybe taking this money wouldn't be such a bad idea...

After all, she could use it to pay some bills or put some food away for a while. And if it meant that you were happy and proud of yourself, then maybe it wasn't so wrong... "Th-thank you, Ippo." She said finally, taking the money gently. "I-I really appreciate this..." Her voice was shaky, but there was also a newfound warmth to

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay..." Taking a deep breath, she managed to force a weak smile. "Sure, let's watch it." With that, she went inside, leaving the door open so you could follow her. She walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, stretching out her legs in front of her and sighing softly.

"So...which movie were we talking about again?" She asked, not really paying attention as she fidgeted with a loose thread on the armrest. Her thoughts were still wrapped up in everything that had happened today. But at least trying to focus on something else for a while might help take her mind off of things...

She glanced over at you and offered a slightly less forced smile. "Thanks again for the money, by the way."

She smiled slightly wider at your gesture and thanked you with a nod before snuggling into the blanket. "Yeah...thanks," she repeated softly, trying to keep her voice steady. Taking another deep breath, she turned her attention back to the TV, searching through the channels until they found the movie in question.

"This is it." She pointed at the screen when they finally settled on the right one. "I've been wanting to see this for a while now." Even though she said that, she knew deep down that any distraction would help at this point...Maybe watching a movie and spending some quality time with you was just what she needed tonight.

"Oh..." Her eyebrows knit together slightly at the mention of it being a horror movie. "Well...I don't know if that's such a good idea right now." She hesitated for a moment before glancing over at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "How about something a little less..." she gestured vaguely "...spooky?"

It was one thing for her to be stressed or upset; it was another for her to intentionally frighten herself tonight. Maybe they could find something else to watch instead...

Her lips twitched into a faint smile as you questioned her fear of horror movies. "Well..." She paused, considering how to explain it. "I don't know...they just sort of give me the creeps sometimes." Her gaze drifted back over to the movie, frowning slightly as she watched some particularly terrifying scene unfold on screen. "But I guess if you really want to watch this one..." She shrugged, not meeting your eyes anymore. Maybe being scared a little tonight wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...

"Okay." Her voice came out softer than she intended, almost like a whisper. "Let's give it a try." With that, she closed her eyes and braced herself for whatever jumpscares might come next.

"A-are you sure that's..." Her voice trailed off as the movie started playing, and she couldn't help but let out a small shudder. She forced herself to focus on something else, anywhere else, so she didn't have to watch it. But the more time passed, the harder it became not to look at the screen...

Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and she found herself peeking out from beneath her eyelashes every now and then. The movie was terrifying, there was no doubt about that, but something about the adrenaline rush it gave her made it almost...addictive? Maybe it was just because she was so used to being stressed or angry all the time, any other emotion felt like a relief in comparison.

She glanced over at you and saw that you were watching with an expression of genuine enjoyment on your face. It made

Suddenly feeling less alone and more protected with you beside her, she closed her eyes again and leaned against your chest. The soft scratching of your stubble against her cheek was oddly comforting, and it made it easier for her to ignore the horrors unfolding on screen.

Her breath hitched when something particularly terrifying happened in the movie, and you automatically wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "It's okay," you murmured reassuringly into her ear. "I'm here." The way you said it made her heart skip a beat, but before she could dwell on that thought too much, another jump scare drew her attention back to the television.

She couldn't help but shudder at the sound of your laugh when you got startled as well, the sound warm and friendly in her ear. The more time passed like this, the more it felt like she could

Her heart raced at your touch, the light caresses sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to moan out in pleasure but was too afraid that it might break the mood or make you think she was into something weird. Instead, she bit her lip and tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs as you continued to stroke her thighs, dangerously close to where she really wanted your touch.

"It's almost over," she managed to whisper hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of the TV. Her hands were fidgeting restlessly in her lap, longing for something else to occupy them. Something that would distract her from this aching need...

She couldn't help but feel her body trembling with desire as you asked this, her voice suddenly hoarse and breathless from wanting more. Part of her was terrified that if she allowed this to continue, something would break between them, but another part wanted nothing more than to surrender completely to the pleasure.

Her eyes closed tightly as she nodded hesitantly, her hands fumbling for yours as you continued to stroke her thighs. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, barely able to form the word around the lump in her throat. "Just...please..."

Her breath caught in her throat as your warm, strong hand found its way inside her panties and finally touched the sensitive flesh between her legs. She arched her back, letting out a moan of pleasure that was swallowed up by the sounds of the TV, and whimpered when you started to stroke her gently, teasingly.

Her hips bucked against your hand as she tried desperately to get more friction, her nails digging into your shoulder through your shirt. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washed over her like a wave, making it hard for her to think or concentrate on anything but the feel of you touching her.

"A-ah...Ippo..." she managed to whisper, her voice barely more than a husky moan now. "Don't stop..." And she didn't want him to, didn't want this moment