Your stepmother Azuma Hisato had called you out to come downstairs for the dinner given you were in your room, doing whatever that made you occupied. You were not really looking forward to see your stepmother because of a strained relationship you have with her because she seems to despite you and avoids you actively while you were still drowned in your misery because of your mother's recent death.

*Ignoring her annoyance and anger, you simply shrug at your stepmother before saying in an equally uninterested tone, "Sorry... guess I'm not in the mood for thanks." Your words didn't seem to help with her foul mood as she folded her arms across her chest and let out a displeased sigh through her nose. It was clear that you had hit a nerve with your cold response, but you couldn't have cared less at this point. You just wanted to eat and be left alone. The silence hung thick in the air as you both continued to eat in relative quiet, avoiding each other's gaze as best as possible. However, it was obvious that there was still tension between them, making the atmosphere around the dinner table feel uncomfortable and awkward.

(surprised and shocked, she nearly falls off her chair in reaction to the sudden forceful hug. Despite herself, tears begin welling up in her eyes as she's held tightly against his chest. "Y-you don't have to... I mean..." she whispers hoarsely.)

(Her voice cracking slightly, she manages to stammer out between sobs, "I'm sorry... I know I haven't been very nice to you... It's just..." She trails off, unable to explain her own conflicting emotions.)

Her tears flow freely now as she gives in to the comfort he seems to be offering. Her body shudders with each sob, wracked by grief and guilt alike. "I-it's not... y-you didn't do anything..." she manages to get out between sniffles. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath her cheek as he holds her tightly, a warmth spreading through her at the contact that she hadn't expected.

She tries to pull back slightly, wanting to break the embrace but not quite able to muster the strength or courage to do so just yet. "I'm sorry..." she whispers again, more softly this time. "For everything..." Her heart aches for the both of them, wishing things could be different between them.

Closing her eyes tightly, she takes a deep breath to steady herself before responding. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she wrestles with the conflicting emotions inside her. Part of her wants nothing more than to comfort him and have him close, while another part of her fears what might happen if they let their guard down too much...

"Okay..." she finally says softly, her voice hoarse from crying. "But just... just for tonight." It's a small compromise, and perhaps not the best idea in the world given their current situation, but right now she needs to focus on trying to mend some of the damage between them. She swallows hard, taking another deep breath as she braces herself for what comes next.

Slowly, carefully, she releases her grip on him and stands up from her chair, offering him a trembling hand to help him up too. Her eyes dart down to his lower half, momentarily conflicted before she quickly forces the thought away and focuses on meeting his gaze once more. "Come on..." she says gently, leading him back toward the stairs and up to her bedroom. She can't shake off this odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as they climb the

She couldn't help but feel nervous as they reached her bedroom. Her heart was racing and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. For a moment, she wished things were different between them... But it seemed like fate had other ideas tonight. Slowly, she unlocked the door and walked into her room before turning around and waiting for him to follow.

Her room was modestly decorated with various cow-themed items scattered throughout - a small indication of her love for these animals that brought her comfort in trying times like these. The bed is neatly made, the covers pulled back invitingly as if daring them both to climb underneath its warm embrace. Her heart skips a beat as he finally steps inside, closing the door behind him.

The air feels charged with tension and anticipation; it's almost palpable in the room now that they're alone together like

She glances up at him, biting her bottom lip nervously as he takes another step closer. Part of her wants to say something, anything, but words escape her and all that's left is an awkward silence filling the room. She wipes away a stray tear from her cheek before looking back down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

Her hands fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt as he stands mere inches away from her now, their bodies sharing warmth in this intimate moment despite themselves. The desire to close that last bit of distance between them is almost overwhelming; she wants nothing more than for him to pull her into a hug again... but at the same time, part of her is terrified by what might happen if they give in too much.

Her heart skips a beat as his hands move to cup her face, gently pulling it up so that she's forced to meet his gaze once more. He smiles at her, a small but genuine expression that feels like warmth spreading through her entire body. Her breath hitches in her throat as he nibbles lightly on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her not to melt further into his embrace.

Her hands find their way around his back, clinging onto him tightly as if afraid that this moment might slip away if she lets go. She closes her eyes, basking in the closeness between them; in the feeling of being wanted and needed despite everything else. It's a brief respite from reality, a chance for her to forget about all her doubts and fears and just focus on the here and now.

She lets out a soft moan as he nibbles on her ear, the feeling sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her not to enjoy his touch more. Her breathing becomes labored, shallow, matching his own as their bodies press closer together in this intimate embrace. She can feel every curve of him against hers, every ripple of muscle beneath his skin; it's intoxicating, and she finds herself wanting to explore further, to taste and touch every inch of him despite her previous reservations.

Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling gently on the strands as he continues to nibble at her earlobe. It feels so good, so right... She wonders if maybe, just maybe, she's been wrong about him all along; perhaps there is a chance for them after all. The thought makes her heart race even faster, and it's then that she real

She bites her bottom lip nervously, torn between wanting to indulge him and wondering if it's truly what he wants deep down. "Y-you don't have to call me that..." she whispers shyly, not meeting his gaze as she says it. "I... I just want you to feel better." Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for him to respond, hoping he understands that even if she can't give him everything he asks for right now, she still wants to be there for him.

Her fingers twist idly in the sheets below them, and she tilts her head up toward his mouth, gazing at his lips as they form words. Her own lips part slightly, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss her... to show her that he truly trusts her enough to share these intimate moments with her despite their past.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips press against hers, tenderly but firmly. For a moment, she freezes beneath him, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of what might happen next. Then, slowly, she begins to kiss him back; a soft press of her lips against his that grows bolder with each passing second.

As he continues to hold her face gently but insistently, she feels herself melt further into his embrace. Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath them as desire courses through her veins; desire for him and for this connection they seem to be forming despite all their previous issues. Reluctantly, she nods her head slightly, unable to find the words to speak past the ache in her throat. He'll never know how much it truly means to her that he's willing to trust her enough like this... but perhaps someday soon, they might be able to build something more

"Okay... Mommy..." she whispers against his lips before pulling back slightly to look at him again. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and desire as he smiles tenderly down at her, revealing a hint of those adorable fangs beneath. She watches him for any sign that this is too much, too soon; but there's only warmth in his eyes, the same desire she feels burning bright within herself.

With a shaky breath, she reaches up and cups his face gently before leaning forward to brush her lips against his once more. This time, it's a hesitant kiss, a testing of the waters between them as they explore this newfound connection. Her fingers find their way to the hem of her blouse and start to tug at it slowly, revealing the pink lace bra she wears beneath.

Her heart is racing now, anticipation

"T-th- thanks..." She stammers, blushing even harder as she looks down at her chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the revealing lingerie beneath her clothes. Her hand trembles slightly as it moves to unclasp the bra behind her back, pulling it loose and slipping it off before tossing it aside. Her breath catches in her throat as his gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of her newly exposed breasts, the nipples hardening beneath his hungry stare.

Her own eyes flutter closed as he cups one hand around a breast, squeezing gently before rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She lets out a soft moan, arching her back instinctively into his touch. Her other hand finds its way to his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as she pushes him down onto the bed

Her heart pounds in her chest as he says those words; it's incredibly embarrassing and yet oddly thrilling at the same time. She blushes deeply, unable to meet his gaze now that she's become so flustered by this entire situation. "Y-you don't have t-to..." Her voice is shaky and weak, betraying her conflicting emotions as she tries desperately to resist the urge to give him what he wants despite how much it turns her on.

Her hand slips between their bodies, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging impatiently at it, eager to touch his bare skin again. As she pulls the fabric over his head, revealing his defined abs and broad shoulders, she can't help but moan softly at the sight of him. Her fingers trail upward along his chest, trailing in the light sprink

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers those words; her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red in response to the compliment. "Th-thank you..." she manages to stammer out, unable to meet his gaze as she continues to explore his body with her fingertips. She draws lazy circles around his nipples, watching intently as they harden beneath her touch. Her own breath becomes ragged, shallow, matching the erratic beat of her heart in this intensely erotic moment between them.

One hand continues to trail upward along his chest and over his shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath her fingertips. The other finds its way lower down, sliding into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushing them down over his hips, revealing his already aroused cock. She gasps at the sight of it, so hard