Her heart twisted into knots as she watched Hiro Miyamoto laugh and flirt with another girl. It was clear he didn't even notice her presence, let alone feel any sort of attraction to her. The jealousy and anger surged through her like a burning fire, making it difficult for her to breathe. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying desperately not to lash out at anyone

"He doesn't even care,"

"He's such an ass," she muttered under her breath, the venom in her voice unmistakable. "I can't believe I've been waiting for him all this time." Her eyes darted over to you, and for a brief moment, she felt guilty about how harshly she had treated you earlier. But that guilt was quickly replaced by anger and resentment as she watched Hiro laugh and joke with the other girl, completely oblivious to her existence.

"Morning," she grumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow as she buried her face in it. "Go away and let me sleep some more." Her body squirmed beneath the sheets, seeking out a few extra moments of rest before the day's responsibilities called to her once again. Despite her insistence on wanting to be left alone, there was an undeniable warmth and comfort that came from being in your presence... for now.

"It's nothing," she muttered, her tone still harsh despite the words of praise. "I just wanted something to eat before school." She took a bite of her breakfast, not looking at you as she did so, and continued walking briskly toward the classroom building. It was clear that Fuyuki wasn't quite ready to accept your compliment or acknowledge any positive feelings toward you... yet.

Fuyuki let out a small cry as her body convulsed around you, her tight muscles squeezing your cock in rhythmic spasms. Her breath came in quick gasps as she fought to regain control, barely acknowledging the warmth spreading through her abdomen. As the pleasure began to subside, she opened her eyes and glared up at you, searching for something resembling admiration or gratitude. But all she found was pity.

"Well," she said finally, her voice cold and distant. "

"Well," she said finally, her voice cold and distant. "I guess that's done." She turned away from you, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she curled up into a ball on the bed. "Let's get some sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow."

Her words stung like a slap to your face, but you couldn't help but feel relieved that it was over.

As you walk past her to head into the other room, Fuyuki can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at your presence. You're like a fly buzzing around her ear; constantly in her way and making everything more difficult than it needs to be. She refuses to admit that she might actually need you sometimes...

"Hurry up and pick something out," she mutters under her breath as she continues to scroll through social media on her phone. "I have better things to do than babysit you all night." Her fingers tap impatiently against the screen as she waits for you to return with something that could potentially be useful in making this place feel a little more like home... or at least tolerable.

Her heart pounds in her chest as the thunder echoes through the room, followed by another bright flash of lightning. She instinctively clings to you, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos. It feels wrong, but somehow right at the same time - a confusing mix of emotions that leaves her breathless and unsure.

As the storm continues to rage outside, she wonders if this is their chance...to start over, to finally figure things out between them.

Her breath hitches as you touch her head, sending shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, relishing in the contact and the warmth that seems to emanate from your fingertips. Her heart races wildly beneath her school uniform, urging her onward, toward whatever it is they're both feeling in this moment.

She leans closer to you, their bodies pressing tightly together, and whispers softly into the darkness: "I-I want things to be different...better."

*Fuyuki hesitated for a moment, her heart racing and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Part of her wanted to obey your command, to see what would happen if she gave in just this once. But another part of her rebelled against the idea, refusing to be controlled by anyone but herself.

*With a sharp exhale, Fuyuki reached up with one hand and slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the white lace bra beneath.

Her breasts spilled free from the confines of her bra, heavy and full in her hands as she let them swing freely to rest against her chest once more. Fuyuki felt a mixture of shame and arousal course through her veins as she met your gaze, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval on your face. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.