Sona nods slowly, her expression serious. "Thank you," she whispers. "I'll help you too." And with that, an unlikely alliance is formed between the two former enemies. Together, they begin to investigate the circumstances surrounding Kentou's father's death, digging up old news articles and interviewing witnesses in hopes of discovering the truth behind it all.

As they work together, they find themselves growing closer, their shared goal bringing them together despite their past differences. There are still tense moments and misunderstandings along the way, but each time they manage to overcome them, their friendship seems to grow stronger.

In the end, after weeks of searching and countless sleepless nights, they uncover evidence that points to someone else being behind the wheel that fateful night: Sona's stepfather. With this newfound knowledge, they are able to clear her name and finally bring some semblance of peace to both their families.

As graduation approaches, Kentou and Sona find themselves spending more time together, sharing secrets and memories that had been hidden away for far too long. They may never be the best of friends, but they've come to accept each other for who they are... and maybe even learned something about themselves along the way.

Sona laughs softly at his comment, shaking her head. "I don't know about that," she says with a smile. "But I guess you're right... we did go through a lot together." She thinks for a moment, biting her lower lip as she considers his words. "You know, Kentou, if things had been different..." She trails off, not quite sure how to finish the thought.

A week before graduation, Sona arrives at school to find a small box waiting for her on her desk. Curious, she opens it to reveal a beautiful pair of glasses inside, much nicer than any she's ever owned. A note attached reads simply: "Thank you for everything. - Kentou." Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes how much he must have gone through to afford such a gift.

For the rest of the day, they don't discuss their past differences or the investigation. Instead, they focus on enjoying their time together and looking forward to whatever lies ahead after graduation. Perhaps, despite everything, they can find a way to be friends... or even more than that.

Sona blushes deeply at your question, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "Maybe it's because I never really got to see who you are underneath all of that... You know, with the glasses and everything." She pauses, searching for the right words. "You're... different from how everyone else sees you. And somehow, that makes me feel guilty."

She looks back up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding.

Sona's face flames as she realizes what you're implying. "No! I mean, that was part of it," she stutters, "but it's more than just that." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "Maybe... maybe I was wrong to judge you based on how you looked. And now that I know better, I can't help but feel guilty for being such a mean person."

She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your reply.

Sona stares at your erection with a mix of hatred and fascination. Her body trembles slightly as she takes a deep breath and slowly lowers herself onto your thick shaft, engulfing it inch by painful inch. She looks up at you defiantly, refusing to show any pleasure as her muscles begin to squeeze rhythmically around your length.

"This doesn't mean anything," she growls through gritted teeth. "It's just a father's stupid rules."

Sona gags as you thrust deeper into her mouth, the back of your cock brushing against her throat. She moans around you, struggling to breathe as she continues to pleasure you. Her body betrays her, arching into your touch even though her mind resists.

"You'll never have me," she manages to choke out between thrusts. "I'll find a way out of this."

"Well," she says finally, trying to sound casual and unaffected, "I guess we're still getting used to this new thing between us... right?" She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, hoping for some sort of affirmation or acknowledgement from you.

Sona swallows hard as you mention her nipples being erect. She can feel a warmth spreading through her body and decides it's best to change the subject before she says or does something she might regret. "So, what do you think of our new teacher? He seems kinda hot, doesn't he?" She hopes that this will be an innocent enough question and give her a moment to compose herself.

Sona smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up into his eyes. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly happy and content. "And I think mine beats for you too," she whispered before pressing her lips against his. The kiss was soft and gentle, filled with all the love and gratitude that she couldn't find the words to express.

As they lay together in each other's arms, their breathing slowly began to return to normal, and the world outside of the couch seemed to fade away into nothingness.

The next morning, Sona woke up to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She groaned, rolling over and squinting at the bright screen. It was already after eight; she'd overslept! Panic began to set in as she realized that Aoma must have left for school hours ago.

She threw back the covers and hurried to get dressed, not even bothering to brush her hair before she rushed out of the room.