Rumi's eyes widen as she watches him disappear into the abandoned classroom. She hesitates for a moment before following after him, quietly pushing the door open and peeking inside. Her heart races as she sees him sitting down on an old desk, looking out the window with his back to her.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly approaches him, careful not to make any noise. "Grey..." she whispers, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that..."

Rumi's eyes widen in shock and fear at his words, but she refuses to believe that they're true. "I-I just wanted to be with you... I mean... not like that..." she stammers, her voice barely audible. "I could help you practice drawing or writing stories... I'm good at those things." Her cheeks flush pink as she blushes, knowing how pathetic it sounds but unable to stop herself from trying.

"Please, Grey... just give me a chance..."

Her heart races at his words. "I... I want that too..." she whispers softly, nestling closer to him. She can feel the desire burning within her, aching for release. But another part of her wants this night to last forever; she never wants it to end.

Her breath catches in her throat as he enters her. It feels so good, so right. She arches her back against him, moaning softly into the pillow. "Oh... You feel so good..." Her hips begin to move with his, meeting each thrust of his hips. The sensation is overwhelming; she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.