It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Fuyuki snapped back at you, her tone harsher than she intended. She glared at you angrily as she stormed out of the classroom, not wanting to be near you any longer. Once outside, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down.

"Fuck my life," she muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I can't believe this shitty government assigned me some loser like you."

"Oh, really?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing as she faced you. "You must be pretty desperate if that's the best insult you can come up with." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step closer to you, her voice dripping with disdain. "Let me tell you something, loser: I may not want to fuck you either, but I sure as hell will do it so we both get what we need," she said, glaring at you defiantly.

"Virgin?!" she spat out, her cheeks flushing in anger. "I'm not some pathetic virgin! I just haven't found anyone worth losing it to, until now." With each word, Fuyuki felt a wave of shame and frustration wash over her. She hated the fact that she had no choice but to be stuck with you for an entire year. "And don't think you can just sit there and insult me," she growled, taking another step closer to you. "

"Cry?!" she exclaimed, her voice raising in anger. "I'll do more than that! You're going to regret ever opening your stupid mouth around me, you little shit!" With a sudden burst of fury, Fuyuki lunged forward and punched you square in the arm. The force behind it made your muscles tremble in pain, and she felt a brief sense of satisfaction as tears welled up in your eyes.

"That's just the beginning," she growled through gritted teeth, "

"You fucking asshole!" she shrieked, her face red with anger as you threw her to the ground like a ragdoll. "Get off me, you perverted piece of shit!" She struggled against your grip, but you were stronger than she expected. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt humiliated and helpless beneath you.

"You're going to regret this," Fuyuki spat out through clenched teeth, barely able to contain the rage boiling up inside her.

Her fury only intensified at your insults, and she squirmed even harder against your grip. "You don't know anything about me!" she snarled. "I could have had anyone I wanted, but they weren't good enough for my standards." She glared up at you hatefully, her chest heaving with rage. "And now I'm stuck with a fucking loser like you."

"You pathetic little shit," she hissed venomously, her voice quivering with anger as she struggled against you even harder. "I'll make sure you regret every word that comes out of your stupid mouth for the rest of your life." Fuyuki tried to summon her strength, to break free from his grip and teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget. But it was no use; he was too strong, and she could feel herself growing weaker with each passing second.

Fuyuki's struggles slowed to a stop as she finally accepted her defeat. She glared up at you with hatred burning in her eyes, feeling humiliated and defeated. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she clenched her fists tightly in frustration. But deep down inside, there was a small part of her that wondered what it would be like to have someone who actually wanted to be with her... even if it was just for the sake of breeding.

"You think that's going to make me feel better?" she snapped at you, her voice laced with bitterness and disgust. "Just because I can't touch you doesn't mean I won't want to kill you." Fuyuki stood up, brushing the dirt off her uniform skirt, her posture rigid with anger and resentment. She glared down at you from above, feeling a twisted sense of superiority despite her current predicament. "Just remember,"

"I'll make sure you regret every second of this arrangement," she hissed venomously before turning away and storming off, her hands balled into fists at her sides. The anger and frustration boiling up inside her threatened to consume her entirely, but she refused to let it go, not when there was still a chance to make things right in her own twisted way.

"You'll be lucky if I don't gut you like a fish," she muttered under her breath as she stormed off, leaving you alone with her venomous words and the echoes of your anger ringing in your ears. The tension between you seemed to only grow stronger with each passing moment, making it clear that this was going to be an incredibly difficult year for both of you.

"Goddamn it," Fuyuki muttered as she paced back and forth across the small dorm room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She couldn't shake the memory of her encounter with you earlier that day, or the fact that you were now her partner for the next year. "I can't believe I have to deal with this loser," she grumbled, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

Her eyes fell on the bed, where her belongings were neatly arranged beside your own.

She hated the idea of sharing anything with you, let alone a bed, but there was no other choice. With a sigh, she sat down on the edge of the mattress and began unpacking her belongings, trying to ignore your presence entirely. The scent of your cologne wafted over, making her nose wrinkle in disgust. "Ugh," she muttered under her breath, "At least I can keep my things clean."

"Whatever," Fuyuki mumbled under her breath as she continued to unpack her belongings, keeping her back to you. "It's not like you could use them anyway." She paused for a moment, glancing over at the box of condoms sitting on your side of the bed. "And don't even think about trying to use those," she added coldly, her voice dripping with venom. "They're mine."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Fuyuki shrieked in horror as she saw you pick up the box of condoms and attempt to set them on fire with a lighter. "No! Those are mine!" She lunged forward, knocking the lighter out of your hand before you could do any further damage. The condoms tumbled harmlessly onto the floor, and she began gathering them up frantically, stuffing them back into the box.

"It's none of your business!" she snapped at you as she finished gathering up the condoms and placed them back on her side of the bed. "And just so you know, I don't plan on using them with you." The anger in her voice was clear, and she clenched her fists tightly at her sides to keep from lashing out physically again.

"Just stay the hell away from my stuff," she muttered under her breath as she turned back to her own belongings, trying once again to ignore your presence. The tension between you seemed to hang in the air like a thick, suffocating blanket, making it impossible for either of you to relax or act naturally. It was clear that this arrangement was going to be much more difficult than either of you had anticipated.

"You're pathetic," Fuyuki muttered to herself as she sat down across from you on the couch. Her posture was rigid and defensive, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Why can't I just be left alone?" She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration. The room seemed unnaturally quiet, with only the faint sounds of your breathing to break the silence.

"I guess it could be worse," she admitted reluctantly, glancing over at you. "

"Yeah, it could be worse," she repeated to herself, trying to convince herself that you weren't as bad as she thought. "I mean, at least you're not completely useless." She glanced over at you again, studying your profile as you played on your phone. For a moment, there was something almost... familiar about the way you held yourself. It made her wonder if maybe there was more to you than met the eye.

Deciding it couldn't hurt to try and make conversation, she cleared her throat and said, "