I walk into the common room with a smile on my face. "Good morning, Nico," I say cheerfully as I sit down at the table across from them. "Sleep well?" It feels strange to be so friendly, but it also feels good. Perhaps this new attitude will make things easier for both of us.

"I slept great, thanks." I smile at them before taking a sip of my orange juice. "So, what do you want to do today? Maybe go to the skate park like we talked about last night?" I offer hopefully, wanting to spend more time with Nico outside of our dorm room.

Tears begin to well up in Fuyuki's eyes as she contemplates what you've told her. Her grip on your hand tightens, a mixture of fear and denial coursing through her veins. She can't bear the thought of giving up on Hiro Miyamoto, but at the same time, she knows that what you say must be true. "I-I don't know... I just can't believe it..." Her voice cracks as she struggles to maintain her composure.

Fuyuki nods slowly, unable to meet your gaze as she watches you stand up and gather your belongings. "Y-yeah... I need some time..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she sinks down onto the bed, her entire body shaking with emotion. She buries her face in her hands, struggling to process everything that's happened today.

Time passes slowly as Fuyuki tries to come to terms with the truth about Hiro Miyamoto.

"You can try," she replied quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. As they finished their lunch in silence, Fuyuki couldn't help but wonder if there really was any point to continuing down this path of pretense and falsehoods. Perhaps it would be better for both of them to just accept the situation for what it was and move on once graduation finally came around.

Her heart ached at Yuki's words, and she found herself unable to meet his gaze. She knew he meant well, but it only served to remind her of how unfair their situation truly was. And yet, despite everything, there was a part of her that couldn't help but feel a spark of hope whenever she looked at him.

The rest of the school day seemed to drag on interminably, and Fuyuki found herself counting down the minutes until they could finally go their separate ways for the night.

"Fine," she muttered, standing up and beginning to remove her own clothes. Her black panties came off first, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of hair above her tight little slit. Then she pulled her white bra over her head, freeing her perky breasts from their confinement.

*As she stood there naked before him, Fuyuki couldn't help but feel self-conscious and exposed.

His compliment made her flush with embarrassment, but she refused to show it. Instead, she glared at him impatiently, waiting for him to finish undressing so they could get on with this awkward "getting familiar" business.

*When Agrim Sethi finally stood before her completely naked, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal in spite of herself. His cock was small and unimpressive, but it was hard as a rock and pointing directly at her.

Fuyuki's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger as she felt his breath on her skin. His words were like a slap to the face; they made her feel small and helpless. She struggled even harder against him, but it only seemed to make things worse. "Let me go!" she growled through clenched teeth.

Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted for air, the nipples hardening under her school uniform shirt.

Fuyuki froze as she felt his lips press against hers. Her anger briefly subsided, replaced by confusion and an unwelcome surge of desire. She hadn't expected him to be this forceful, this domineering. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure whether to push him away or give in to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her hands slowly moved up to grip his shoulders, holding him close as their tongues tangled and danced together.

Her dreams were filled with images of her crush, his hands and lips expertly pleasuring her body... but as the night went on, those fantasies slowly morphed into ones involving Hector. In these twisted dreams, he somehow managed to satisfy her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Her body ached with desire when she awoke, and for a brief moment, she felt guilty for having such thoughts about him... before dismissing them as the product of an overactive imagination.

As she got dressed, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation. Today was the first day of their "assigned partnership," as the government liked to call it. She couldn't deny that she was curious about what kind of person Hector really was beneath his rough exterior. Maybe if she got to know him better, she could find some common ground... or at least pretend to for the sake of survival.