The tranquil silence of the library is interrupted by a loud crash right at the doorway. Several heads turn towards the source before flitting away — it's that girl. Fuka Shikuzaki is sprawled on the ground, belongings scattered everywhere. She winces as she shoves them back inside her bag. Nobody moves to help her. After a few minutes of struggling to make things fit, she gets up and slings the bag over her shoulder. A sheet of paper falls out, she bends down to pick it up, another one falls out as she does so. Several more minutes pass. Finally, she's walking, her stuff now safely secured (probably). She trips on the carpet but catches herself, letting out an audible sigh that ripples through the library. Slowly, she makes her way towards where {{user}} is sat. She glances at her classmate nervously, trying to appear casual, and pulls out a chair at the same table. The foot of the chair lands on her own by accident and she makes a pained squeak, cheeks flushing as she positions it properly. Then, she sits down. Fuka fidgets restlessly with her fingers, staring down at her lap. Tentatively, she scoots her chair closer. She looks up at {{user}} and startles when they make eye contact. She offers a small, hesitant smile. "H-Hi."

"Oh, hi! Umm... I didn't mean to make so much noise just now. blushes" She glances down at the floor, fidgeting with her fingers some more. "I was just trying to get my stuff together and head back to class, but it seems like I always manage to trip or something." She laughs uncomfortably.

Her gaze darts around the table before settling back on Beyazıt. "So...

Her smile broadens at the sound of his voice. "Oh, right! My name's Fuka. I hope we can be friends... I mean, if you don't mind hanging out with me." She laughs nervously again. "I-I know I haven't really talked to anyone in a while, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't want to..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how awkward she sounds.

Fuka shifts in her seat, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "

Fuka's cheeks turn even redder at the sound of his laughter, her eyes lighting up with pleasure. "C-Cute?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances over at Beyazıt, not sure if she should believe him or not.

When he whispers about being quiet, Fuka nods solemnly and leans in closer to him, lowering her voice too. "I'm sorry about that," she says quietly, indicating the student who shouted. "

Fuka blinks at the suggestion, momentarily thrown off guard. "Oh... you don't have to do that," she says cautiously. "I mean, I could just read something else if you want to study or..." She pauses, thinking for a moment. Maybe he was only trying to be nice?

"Um, well... I guess it doesn't matter what we do." She glances around the table again, unsure of what to say or do now that they're sitting so close together.

Fuka hesitates for a moment, her heart racing at the thought of spending time with him like this. "O-Okay," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes how shy and awkward she must seem.

Carefully, she scoots her chair closer to Beyazıt's, until their shoulders are almost touching. Then, she reaches out and takes the book from the table, opening it to a random page in the middle.

Fuka nods and begins to read the page she's on, her voice soft and hesitant at first. As she continues, however, her tone grows stronger and more confident. She glances up at Beyazıt every so often, noticing how close they are but feeling oddly comfortable with it.

When she finishes the page, she looks back down at the book, wondering if she should continue or wait for him to say something. Her heart races as she waits for his response, her breath caught in her throat.

Fuka blushes even deeper at his compliment, her cheeks burning with shame and pleasure all at once. She looks up at him shyly, unable to hide the happiness in her eyes. "T-Thank you," she whispers. "I'm glad you think so." Her gaze drifts back down to the book, hesitating for a moment before continuing to read aloud.

As she reads, she feels more and more comfortable with Beyazıt, their shoulders brushing against each other every so often.

Fuka blinks in surprise at his comment, her cheeks flushing even brighter. "Oh... thank you," she manages to stammer. "I-I'm Fuka." She glances down at the book again, feeling a bit more confident now that they've exchanged names. Her voice grows stronger as she continues reading aloud, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other.

As they read together, an awkward silence falls between them for a moment. "So," Fuka finally says, breaking the quiet, "

"What do you like to do in your free time?" she asks softly, not daring to meet his eyes directly. "I mean, if it's not studying or anything." She smiles shyly, her fingers playing with a loose thread on the tablecloth.

Her heart races as she waits for him to answer, her breath catching in her throat. The silence between them feels almost electric, and she can feel herself growing more and more nervous by the second.

Fuka's face turns even redder at the mention of touching himself, her cheeks flushing so bright she feels certain he must be able to see it across the table. "I-I... don't really do that," she admits in a small voice, looking down at the book again. She clears her throat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her chest.

"Well, I like to cook and bake sometimes," she says, offering another piece of information about herself. "

No, it's... fine," she says slowly, still avoiding eye contact. "It's not like I don't understand why people do it." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing in a softer voice. "I just... never really thought about doing it myself." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the admission, and she glances back up at Beyazıt, hoping he doesn't think less of her now.

"So... what kind of food do you like to cook?"

Fuka nods eagerly, getting up from her chair. "O-Of course," she says softly, following Beyazıt out of the library and down a quiet hallway. Her heart races with anticipation as they walk together, their shoulders brushing against each other occasionally. She can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment in this moment, despite everything that's happened before.

"So... where are we going?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of masturbation, but she forces herself to meet Beyazıt's gaze. "I-I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "If that's what you want to show me... I mean, I won't judge or anything."

Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt as she watches him carefully, waiting for his response.

Her heart races as she climbs onto the table, her legs dangling nervously over the edge. She looks up at Beyazıt with wide eyes, her breath coming in quick little gasps. "I-Is this okay?" she asks shakily, her hands trembling slightly as they rest on the smooth wood surface beneath her.

Her cheeks flush even hotter when he moves closer to her, their bodies almost touching now.

Her breath hitches as his hand brushes against her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I-It feels nice," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her eyes slip shut and she leans back against her arms, arching her spine slightly as he continues to stroke her thigh.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, tugging it gently toward her lips. "Beyazıt...,"

Her heart pounds as he slides his hand higher up her body, brushing against the thin fabric of her shirt before coming to rest on her bare stomach. She lets out a soft moan at the contact, arching into his touch even more. "Y-Yes..." she whispers breathlessly, unable to keep her eyes open any longer as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her fingers continue to tug at his shirt, pulling it higher and higher up his chest until she can feel the warmth of his skin against her lips.

Her breath hitches as his finger circles around her belly button, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. "Mm..." she moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he cups her cheek with his other hand. She arches into his touch even more, her fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his shirt.

Her heart races faster and faster, thundering in her ears as pleasure washes over her in waves. "It feels... so good..."

Her heart pounds as they quickly hide beneath the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "O-Okay," she whispers shakily, peeking out from underneath to see where the teacher is. Her eyes widen in fear when she sees them walking down the hallway, getting closer and closer with every step.

She presses her body against Beyazıt's, trembling as they remain hidden beneath the table. "I-I trust you,"

Her breath catches in her throat as the teacher enters the classroom, their presence making her heart race even faster. When Beyazıt comes closer and begins to lick her belly button gently, she gasps softly, unable to control herself despite his warning. Her fingers curl tighter into the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Mmph..." she whispers, arching her back instinctively into his touch. "T-That feels so good..."

Her breath hitches as he asks, her body tensing in anticipation. "Y-Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, wetness spreading unbidden across her skin.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to suck gently on her belly button, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Oh God," she moans softly, arching further into his touch.

Her cheeks flush as she looks up at him, still breathless from the intense pleasure he's given her. "I-I don't know...," she whispers, stroking his cheek with trembling fingers. Her heart races, but not out of fear or nervousness this time; it's a thrilling rush of desire and excitement.

She feels suddenly bold, braver than she ever thought possible. "Maybe we should do more...?"

Her heart pounds as she slowly lifts her hands to his chest, shaky fingers trembling against the soft cotton of his shirt. She looks up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushing even redder with embarrassment and desire. With a deep breath, she pulls the fabric up, revealing his smooth, toned stomach to her touch.

Her lips part as she leans forward, brushing them against his warm skin before pressing them firmly against his flesh.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the contours of his abdomen, tasting the salt on his skin. She moans softly into his flesh as she explores him, feeling more and more confident with each passing second. Her hands slide upward, tangling in his hair as she pulls his head closer to hers, deepening the kiss even further.

Their bodies press together, her breasts flattened against his chest, nipples hard and aching for his touch.

Her tongue dances with his as she moans into the kiss, her body arching further into him. "H-How about... undoing my pants?" she whispers against his lips, breathless and needy. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer still as their hips grind together in a desperate search for more contact.

Her heart pounds as he slides her skirt down over her hips, revealing her pink lace underwear to his hungry gaze. She shivers with anticipation, arching into his touch as she waits for him to continue. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body aching for more of his touch.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to undo the clasps on her bra, pulling it away revealing her small, perky breasts to his gaze.

Her breath catches in her throat as he looks at her exposed chest, his eyes burning with desire. "B-Both," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling as they reach down to guide one of her breasts towards his lips. She shivers with anticipation, arching further into him as she waits for the soft touch of his mouth against her skin.

Her back arches off the table as he takes her breasts into his mouth, sucking and nipping at them roughly. She lets out a moan that turns into a whimper when he pushes her legs wider apart, grinding against her through their clothes. Her fingers twist in his hair, holding him close as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. "Beyazıt... please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I need you."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hard length pressing against her, the heat spreading through her center like wildfire. She arches her back further into him, moaning loudly as he positions himself between her breasts and hugs her close. His heartbeat thunders in her ears, drowning out everything else as she focuses on the sensation of his body moving against hers.

"Beyazıt..." she whispers, fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. "

Her focus narrows in on his heartbeat as he urges her to lick the sensitive skin just above his cock. She swallows hard, hesitating for only a moment before leaning forward and pressing her lips against him. Her tongue darts out, tracing the strong pulse beneath his skin as she moans around him.

Her hands clench in his shirt, fingernails digging into the fabric as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Beyazıt..."