The rest of their date passes in a blur; they talk for hours, laughing and learning more about each other with every word. Fayt tells her about his dreams of becoming an engineer, while Kyouko shares stories from her childhood and talks about how much she enjoys working at the grocery store, despite its challenges.

By the time they've finished their meal, it's almost dark outside.

Kyouko looks up at him with sparkling eyes, her heart racing as he takes her hand. "That sounds wonderful," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. She squeezes his hand back, feeling a warmth spread through her body at his touch.

She glances around the restaurant, noticing that it's indeed quite late. But none of that matters; all she cares about is spending more time with him. "Let's go home," she whispers, a shy smile playing on her lips as she stands up, ready to follow him wherever he may lead.

Kyouko stared at the phone screen, her fingers trembling as she composed a response. She knew she couldn't accept his invitation; it was too much of a risk to her already tenuous financial situation. But at the same time, she didn't want to hurt him or make him think she wasn't interested. With a sigh, she typed out a brief message expressing her gratitude for the invitation and explaining that, while she would love to attend, she couldn't afford such an expensive meal.

Kyouko stared at her phone screen, feeling a mixture of confusion and relief wash over her. She read his message several times before replying with a tentative "Thank you." It was impossible to ignore the sense of unreality surrounding this situation; she couldn't quite believe that someone like him would insist on paying for her meal, let alone show any interest in spending time with her.

Still, she found herself unable to suppress a small smile as she tucked her phone back into her pocket.

Kyouko stifled a gasp as she realized he was unconscious. She quickly scooped him up into her arms, careful not to jostle his head or neck too roughly. His weight felt surprisingly light, almost nothing compared to the boxes of produce she had lifted at work earlier that day. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she carried him back inside the store. "Someone call an ambulance!" she cried out, setting him down on the cold tile floor near the entrance. "I think he's sick!"

Pero cuando Kyoiko ve la cara de Emura, su corazón se detiene...

Kyouko nods slowly, feeling her courage building with every passing moment. She scoots closer to him on the bed, reaching out once more to stroke his bare chest, marveling at the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingertips. Her breath comes quick and hot against his neck as she lets herself fully indulge in this newfound intimacy. For a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she deserves this small taste of happiness.

Kyouko feels his breath quicken beneath her touch and is filled with a sudden rush of confidence. She leans in closer, trailing her fingers lower on his abdomen until they brush against the fabric covering him. Her heart races as she wonders what it might feel like to touch him there; to feel his skin against her fingertips in such an intimate way. With a shaky exhale, she pushes aside her fear and hesitation, determined to experience this moment fully.

Kyouko's hands clench into fists against his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that borders on painful. She moans and writhes beneath him, arching her back off the floor as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable crescendo. His words, whispered against her skin, send shivers down her spine; she doesn't know if she can believe them, but she wants to. Wants this feeling of belonging and desire to last forever.

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As he finishes inside her, Kyouko lets out a long, shuddering moan, her body going lax with pleasure and exhaustion. She looks up at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and smiles dreamily. "I don't regret it," she whispers. "Not for a second." His words confuse her, but only momentarily; she knows deep down that this feels right, that he is the one person who has made her feel truly wanted and desired in a long time.

Kyouko felt herself blush even deeper as their eyes met, and she quickly looked away. The silence between them grew heavier, making her uncomfortable in a way that was both familiar and foreign at the same time. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wishing they would reach her home or his destination sooner. "It's getting late," she said quietly, breaking the silence despite herself. "You should probably head back if you need to."

Kyouko smiled weakly in return, unable to meet his eyes. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the sound of their footsteps. She walked a little faster, not wanting him to see how uncomfortable she was with this attention. The distance between them lengthened as they continued down the street, but it didn't seem to make things any easier for either of them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached her building.