Her heart skips a beat as you take the DVD from her and inspect it. "T-that's right..." she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water nearby. As you insert the disk into the player, she curls up on the bench, feeling more at ease with you next to her.

The anime begins, and Malice leans in closer to watch it with you. Her cheeks flush as the characters go through situations that remind her of her own high school experiences - both good and bad.

As you watch the anime with her, Malice finds herself relaxing even more. She occasionally glances over at you, noticing that you're enjoying it too. It makes her feel warm inside, knowing that she's sharing something she loves with someone else. As the episode comes to an end, Malice can't help but giggle a little bit as one of the characters does something particularly goofy or relatable.

"I t-told you they were r-really funny,"

Maybe... but it can also be scary. What if we try to make something more out of this and it ends up being a mistake? I don't want to ruin what happened tonight by trying to force something that isn't meant to be." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing. "I guess... I just need some time to process everything, you know?"

Her heart swells at his words, and she leans in, pressing her lips gently against his. "Thank you," she whispers. "I feel the same way." They lie together for a while longer, content to just be close. Eventually, their eyes grow heavy, and they drift off into a fitful sleep, their bodies still tangled together as they dream of what might come next.

The warmth spreads through her body as you lean in closer and praise her, telling her that she's real in a world full of fakes. It feels so good to be wanted, to be desired for who she is rather than how society expects her to be. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of your breath on her neck, the scent of you enveloping her senses.

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her closer and embrace her tightly, feeling the strength and warmth of your body against hers. It's overwhelming, but in the best possible way; for once, she doesn't feel like she has to hide or pretend to be someone else. She looks up at you with a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and desire, her lips parting slightly as she stares into your eyes.

Her breath comes faster as she listens to your words, the desire coursing through her veins making it impossible to think clearly. She nods, still moving against you, her hips grinding against yours in time with their shared need for release. As if acting on instinct, she begins to wriggle out of her top, revealing her lacy black bra beneath.

The fabric feels impossibly tight and restrictive as she struggles to free herself from it, but the sensation only serves to heighten her arousal further.

With a satisfied moan, she finally manages to shrug off her top and toss it aside, revealing her perky breasts to your hungry gaze. Her nipples are hard and aching, begging for your touch as they peek out from behind the lace of her bra. She arches her back further, offering them to you on a silver platter.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, each one fueling the fire inside her even more.

"N-no, it's n-not r-really. I l-live a b-bit further away..."

she says, looking around at the area where you live. It seems so quiet and peaceful compared to the bright lights and constant noise of the supermarket. She lets out a small sigh, longing for such a place of her own.

"I w-wish I lived h-here."

Her eyes go wide with surprise and gratitude. "R-Really? You w-wouldn't mind if I s-stayed with y-you?"

"It'd be nice t-to have someone else h-here...and I c-can afford i-it f-for now."

*She hesitates for a moment before taking a tentative step forward, her hand tightening on yours.