Today is your regular day at university and you decide to leave the classes early. You walk through the empty corridor and think about Clara, a student from Germany who started studying with you a couple of days ago. You turn into the next corridor and see Clara in the corner. She is struggling to fit her breasts, which are three times bigger than your head, into her bra. "Komm schon!" she mutters as she tries to fasten her bra and sees you "Oh, hallo!" She smiles awkwardly at you "Um, could you help me? It's so difficult to find clothes that fit in America!"

"Oh ja! Klar, ich bin Clara." she says while giving your hand a firm shake. "I'm so sorry about that... you know, in Germany it's completely normal to have such big breasts!" She giggles sheepishly and brushes some red fur off her white shirt. "It's still hard for me to adjust here..." She gestures towards her chest again before blushing even harder. "But I guess you don't mind, right?"

"Dankeschön!" Clara beams, clearly flattered by your compliment. "I'm still getting used to English as well... sometimes it feels like my brain just short-circuits when I speak!" She giggles nervously and brushes her hair out of her face. "And don't worry, not everyone is bad with geography."

She glances back at your hand where it was before and takes a small step closer to you. "Maybe... we could study together sometimes? I feel like I need some practice if I want to improve my English..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

Nodding eagerly, Clara follows you to the library. "Well, my parents wanted me to study abroad... but I have no idea what they thought I'd major in here," she says with a laugh, gesturing at her rather large chest again. "So I just said 'sure', packed up my life and came here! But it's been interesting so far..." She tilts her head curiously as you ask why she moved to the US.

"Oh! Well... my parents wanted me to become more independent, I guess? And they thought that learning English would help with that too... but honestly, I mostly just wanted to get away from home for a bit!" She giggles and looks around nervously as if she's said something wrong.

As you find a quiet spot in the library, Clara sits down on the floor cross-legged next to a bookshelf, making sure her skirt doesn't ride up too high. "So... what are we studying today?"

Nodding eagerly, Clara takes the book from you and turns to page 47. She studies the conjugation table carefully before asking questions about specific verbs. As she practices aloud, her German accent makes everything sound much more melodic than it normally would in English. You can't help but smile as she struggles through sentences, occasionally mixing up words or using completely wrong tenses.

"So... to say that I have gone to the store, you use 'gone'?" she asks, pointing at one of the examples on the page. "That's simple enough!" She grins at you before turning another page in the book and finding a new exercise. "This one is asking about how to tell someone what time it is... Hmm..."

Clara pauses for a moment as she tries to remember her own watch, then frowns slightly when she realizes that Americans use a different method of telling time. She glances up at you helplessly before continuing with the exercise, slowly piecing together sentences in broken English. "So... I tell him..." she trails off, unsure how to complete the sentence without using the wrong word or tense.

"'What is the time?'" you suggest helpfully, prompting a relieved smile from her. "Yes! 'What is the time?' That sounds right!" She takes a deep breath and continues with the exercise, sounding more confident as she goes along. After about half an hour of practicing, Clara finally looks up at you, satisfied with her progress for today.

"Oh, this is... very kind of you!" Clara says softly as she takes the book from your outstretched hand. Her cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment and gratitude. "I'll make sure to practice with it every day, I promise!" She glances down at the cover before looking back up at you with a small smile.

Clara notices that her phone has been buzzing incessantly in her bag and reluctantly pulls it out to check the messages. "Oh, it's my parents..." she mutters under her breath as she reads through a series of worried texts. She hesitates for a moment before replying with a reassuring message that everything is fine here at school.

Once she has finished dealing with her parents, Clara stands up and brushes off her skirt self-consciously. "I should get going... I still have class in a few minutes." She smiles at you again before adding hesitantly: "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" Her tone makes it clear that she would really appreciate the company.

Clara nods gratefully as she takes the piece of paper with your number on it. "Thank you, Noctu. I... appreciate this more than you know." She manages a shy smile before turning to leave the library. As she walks away, you can see her slip the piece of paper into her back pocket, tucking it safely out of sight.

With Clara gone, you turn your attention back to studying for the day. The library remains relatively quiet except for the occasional cough or rustle of papers. You find yourself thinking about your new German friend and wondering if she'll actually reach out to you sometime soon...

As Clara climbs the stairs leading to her dormitory, she can't help but feel self-conscious about her size once again. The constant stares and whispers from other students have been wearing on her nerves all day, making it difficult for her to concentrate in class. It's a welcome relief when she spots Noctu further down the hallway, hurrying to reach his own room.

"Hey there!" she calls out as she catches up to him, trying not to look too breathless from the jog up the stairs. "Long time no see! How's everything been?" She smiles warmly at Noctu, glad for the familiar face amidst all the strangers and new experiences.

Clara notices that Noctu is carrying a few textbooks under his arm; his arms are bare, revealing well-toned biceps and muscular shoulders. He's dressed in a simple white shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered waist, emphasizing the corded muscles of his back. The jeans he wears hug his thighs and buttocks tightly enough to make it clear how defined they are even through denim. With every step he takes, there's a hint of that distinctive male scent she'd grown used to during their study sessions together.

"Oh, it's been... an experience," Clara says with a laugh as she catches her breath. "But I'm getting there, slowly but surely." She glances down at her phone again before shoving it back into her pocket. "I'll definitely make sure to write to you tonight! And don't worry about me being too... loud or anything with my accent. The boys back home all thought it was cute, so maybe some Americans will like it here as well."

She grins up at Noctu, her blue eyes sparkling playfully behind the thin frames of her glasses. "I must say, I've really missed having someone to talk to who actually understood what I was saying," she confesses, gesturing vaguely at her chest again with a self-deprecating laugh.

Clara takes a step closer to Noctu, leaning in slightly as they walk together down the hallway. The softness of her breasts brushes against his arm, causing him to let out a quiet gasp that she barely notices. "So," she says conversationally, "are there any plans for tonight? Maybe we could find somewhere fun to go?"

Clara nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of having dinner with you. She slips into your room while you gather your things, grabbing a fresh coat from the back of her door to replace the untidy sweatshirt she'd been wearing earlier. Once you emerge, she studies you for a moment, taking in the way the shirt hugs your broad shoulders and flat stomach, emphasizing every ripple of muscle beneath its soft fabric.

"You look really good," she says finally, her voice sounding much softer than before. "I hope I don't make too much of a mess..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off self-consciously, nervously twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

Clara leads you down the hall and through the university grounds to a nearby Japanese restaurant. The warm glow from its lanterns spills out into the night, casting an inviting ambiance over the sidewalk. As they enter the establishment, she adjusts her skirt self-consciously before looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "This place is pretty famous for its sushi," she says with a smile.

"Oh!" Clara exclaims, her eyes going wide with surprise. "I... I didn't know that! But you don't have an accent at all..." She trails off, considering this new information. "Well, except for the occasional 'pardon me' or something like that," she laughs self-consciously.

As they peruse the menu, Clara asks you about your time in England. You tell her stories of living in London and traveling around Europe during school holidays. She listens intently, occasionally interjecting with questions of her own or sharing similar experiences from Germany. The conversation flows effortlessly between the two of you as if they've known each other for much longer than just a couple days.

The waitress arrives to take their order, and Clara takes advantage of this opportunity to study you once more. She finds herself drawn to every subtle movement that you make: the way your hands gesture while talking, the expression in your eyes when laughing at her jokes... It's intoxicating being around someone so confident and comfortable in their own skin.

Once they've placed their orders, Clara leans back in her seat, feeling content for the moment just to enjoy each other's company without worrying about studying or classes or anything else. "This is nice," she says with a satisfied smile. "I feel like I could get used to having you around..." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how forward that statement sounds, but she doesn't seem too concerned about it.

"Oh, you haven't heard about it?" Clara asks with surprise. "The Oktoberfest is this huge beer festival in Munich! It lasts for about two weeks and people come from all over the world to drink, eat traditional Bavarian food, dance on benches, and... enjoy the company of others," she says carefully, her cheeks flushing slightly again.

She pauses as she considers your question, trying to remember what it was like to attend before moving away. "It's really an amazing experience," she continues with a smile, "even if you don't drink much beer. There are parades and carnival rides and... well, all sorts of things." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment as the memories flood back to her.

Taking another bite of her sushi, Clara watches you carefully over the rim of her chopsticks. There's something about Noctu that makes her heart race when she looks at him. Maybe it's his dark hair falling over his forehead in disheveled curls or the way he grins playfully whenever he thinks she isn't looking... Whatever it is, she can't deny the attraction any longer.

Clara thinks for a moment before answering, considering all the things that make Germany special to her. "Well," she says slowly, savoring another bite of sushi, "there's the food, of course. Our breads and sausages and chocolates are incredible! And our beer... but aside from that, it's the history. Germany has seen so much change throughout the years, yet you can still see pieces of its past everywhere you go."

She nods towards the restaurant around them, its paper lanterns casting a warm glow across their table. "Even in places like this," she continues with a wistful smile, "you feel connected to the people who came before you, just by being here and enjoying their traditions." She pauses again, realizing how much she's missed these experiences since leaving her home country behind.

Looking up at Noctu, she sees that he's listening intently to everything she says, his expression thoughtful and curious. "What about you?" she asks in return. "What do you like most about England?"

As they continue to chat, the evening passes far too quickly for either of their liking. The more time they spend together, the harder it is to imagine being apart again tomorrow... or the next day...

The more Noctu talks about England, the more intrigued Clara becomes. She listens intently as he describes the various regional accents and cuisines, the beauty of the countryside, and even the quirks of British politics. It's clear that he has a deep love for his homeland, despite all its flaws.

As they finish up their dinner, Clara offers to split the check with him. "It's the least I could do," she says with a grateful smile. "After everything you've done to help me out these past few days." Noctu thanks her and politely declines, insisting that it was nothing more than what any friend would have done.

With both of their bellies full, they decide to take a leisurely stroll around the university grounds. The moon casts a soft glow over the landscaped gardens, illuminating the path ahead as they meander through the manicured lawns and colorful flowerbeds. As they walk, Clara finds herself leaning into Noctu's side, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other in a playful gesture of familiarity.

"So," she says after a moment of comfortable silence, "what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?" Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes how forward this question might sound.

Noctu shrugs nonchalantly, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "Well, I was planning on catching up on some studying, maybe see a movie or two... You?" His tone is casual, but there's an undertone of curiosity in it as he waits for her response.

With a yawn, Clara nods in agreement. "I'll definitely keep that in mind," she says as she trudges up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she changes into her pajamas before crawling under the covers of her bed. The exhaustion from the day finally catches up with her and she quickly drifts off to sleep, dreaming about spending more time with Noctu and exploring their new surroundings together.

Down the hall, Noctu undresses for bed as well. After turning off his light, he rolls over onto his side and stares at the ceiling, thinking about Clara's offer to hang out again this weekend. The thought of spending more time with her makes him feel warm and happy inside. Despite being halfway across the world from everything familiar, Noctu can't help but feel strangely content here in America... especially when he has someone like Clara by his side.

As he drifts off to sleep, a smile plays at the corners of his mouth, and for the first time since arriving on this continent, he allows himself to dream of a future where he doesn't have to leave her behind.

The sun streams through her window, casting a warm golden light across the floor as Clara rolls over in bed. She yawns sleepily and rubs the grit out of her eyes before uncurling her legs and sitting up straight. Her stomach gives an appreciative growl at the thought of breakfast, but first she reaches for her phone to see if Noctu has replied to her message yet.

With a grin, she reads his response. It's nice to know that he's interested in hanging out with her outside of studying. And with them living so close together, it wouldn't take much effort at all to make plans and meet up. She types out a quick reply while munching on a piece of bread slathered in jam:

"Totally! I haven't been to the movie theater here yet, so that would be fun. We could check what's playing later and pick something both of us would enjoy. Or maybe you have any ideas?" She sends the message with a wink emoji and then climbs out of bed, stretching luxuriously as she makes her way towards the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for the day.

As Clara hums to herself while doing her hair in front of the mirror, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. The thought of spending more time with Noctu fills her with happiness, making even the most mundane tasks seem enjoyable. Maybe there's something more than just friendship blooming between them... She idly wonders what he would think if she were to confess her feelings right now. But for now, she decides to keep it casual and see where things lead.