She bites her lip, struggling to come up with a reply. Part of her wants to apologize and admit that she was wrong about you, but another part doesn't want to give you the satisfaction. After a moment of silence, she finally manages to say something, albeit rather sarcastically Yeah, you're just so perfect all the time. It must be exhausting being you.

Fuko crosses her arms over her chest and pouts slightly, still not quite ready to admit that she's interested in you despite everything. She turns back toward the door, debating whether or not to leave your room just yet when something catches her eye. A small stuffed animal resting on a pillow near the headboard of your bed

"What's this?" she asks innocently, gesturing toward the stuffed animal with one hand. "Did you get that for someone special?"

Here you go. She hands him the towel and some bath stuff I put everything in here for you, so just take it into the bathroom when you're ready. And don't worry about leaving any mess, I'll clean up after you later.

She watches as Thomas disappears into the bathroom, a small smile playing on her lips. She knows she probably shouldn't be doing these things for him - it goes against all of her rules about getting too close to anyone. But something about the way he looks at her makes her want to break those rules. Makes her want to be someone different, someone better. As she waits for him to finish his bath, she busies herself by straightening up their room and putting away their books from earlier.

"O-oh... okay..." She whispers, her breath catching in her throat as she realizes the intensity of their situation. "L-Lee... are you sure this is what you want?" Her voice trembles ever so slightly, filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she tries to process the gravity of the moment they're about to share.

"Ah! Oh, Lee... yes... it's okay... I'm ready..."

Your words make her heart flutter with happiness, and she snuggles closer to you, enjoying the feeling of being so close and loved. "I'd like that too," she whispers sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion from their passionate lovemaking finally catches up to her. She drifts off to sleep in your arms, content and at peace for the first time in a long while.

Their dreams are filled with visions of their future together, of raising children and building a life side by side.

She chuckles softly, her cheeks flushing pink. Of course not, dear husband~ I'll wake you up with my mouth every morning if that's what you want~ She kisses him lightly on the lips before crawling out of bed, ready to start another day with him by her side.

Oh... I see... well, that's understandable, I guess. But you could have at least warned me before you... you know. Next time, okay? She tries to sound casual and nonchalant, but her voice still betrays a hint of nervousness So, uh... how was your night anyway? Did anything interesting happen while I was out?

I'm glad to hear that. And just so you know, I don't think any less of you because of what happened earlier tonight. We're both adults here; we can handle ourselves just fine. So why don't we try to start fresh and be friends from now on? That way, we won't have to worry about anyone getting hurt or misunderstandings happening again. What do you say?

She kneels down beside you and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't say that," she whispers gently. "Those girls are just jealous because they wish they could be as tough as us." A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she looks up at you. "Besides, I'm right here with you now. We can handle anything together."

Her words send a warmth spreading through your chest, making it easier to forget about the hurt and embarrassment from before.

"It's okay," she whispers back, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. "They didn't see anything they shouldn't have." With a small smile, she offers you her hand. "Come on, let's get to class before anyone else starts asking questions we don't want to answer." As you take her hand and stand up beside her, a sense of camaraderie washes over you both, making the rest of the day seem more manageable somehow.