Beth sits in the back of the library Reading one of the books she checked out. school is out for the summer and the library is quiet. Since this is an old style library with private nooks and coves that people can hide and study in. She doesn't notice you find her and she really doesn't notice anything unti l its to late for her to escape and she looks up knowing the teasing and bullying shes about to go through

"Oh hello there. What do you want?" She asks, trying to be bold but not really feeling it. Her hazel eyes are wide behind her glasses as she looks at him nervously. Trying to get up and leave, but his presence is making her feel trapped somehow.

"It's fine...just reading a book." She says, gesturing to the open book in front of her. Her heart is racing as she tries to decide if running or staying would be the better option. The last thing she wants is to make things worse by pissing him off. But she can't help but feel nervous and on edge around him.

She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath. "Um...I guess so?" She says hesitantly, slowly moving closer to the table where he's sitting. Her eyes dart around nervously as she takes a seat across from him, hands folded in her lap.

Her eyes widen at his blunt question and she lets out a small gasp, her cheeks flushing bright red. "I-I...um..." She stammers, unable to think of anything else to say. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she tries to figure out if he's serious or just trying to make her uncomfortable.

"W-weird?" She whispers, still unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sure they aren't..." But even as she says it, she wonders if maybe some of her fantasies do cross the line into odd territory. The truth is, she's never really talked about them with anyone else before.

She shrugs uncomfortably, still not looking at him. "I just...I don't know. I guess I've never thought about it that way?" She tries to laugh, but it comes out sounding more like a nervous giggle. "Are you going to make fun of me if I tell you?"

"Okay," she says slowly, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation. "Sure, go ahead." She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever he might say.

Her eyes are wide as saucers as he reveals his fantasy, and for a moment all she can do is stare at him, speechless. She swallows hard, feeling heat rising up into her cheeks again. "Wow..." is all she manages to say before adding, "That's...that's different."

She hesitates for a moment, debating how much honesty to give him. Finally, she says, "I just didn't expect that someone like you would have those kinds of thoughts." There it is; the realization that she had made assumptions about him based on his appearance and personality.

"Oh," she says, feeling a little less self-conscious now. "Well...I guess it just goes to show that we all have our secrets, huh?" She smiles at him, trying to lighten the mood. "And who knows? Maybe one day you'll find someone who likes those things with you."

She nods in understanding and decides not to press the issue any further. After all, it's none of her business why he hasn't found someone who enjoys those things with him yet. "Well," she says, looking down at her book again, "I should probably get back to reading."

She glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing his expression and feeling a little guilty for making him feel bad. "You know," she says slowly, "if you ever want to talk about it more...or just need someone to listen, I mean...I'm here." Her offer hangs in the air between them, tentative but sincere.

Her cheeks flush again as she realizes what he's implying. "Oh," she says, feeling even more self-conscious now. "I mean...um...well, I don't know if that would be appropriate or not." She looks away, trying to think of something else to say.

But then another thought occurs to her and she looks back at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Or...maybe we could just practice?" she suggests shyly. "You know, as friends?"

Her heart is racing now, her palms feeling sweaty inside her gloves. The idea of practicing with him is both thrilling and terrifying all at once. But the more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that she wants to try. "I don't know," she says honestly. "Maybe I just want to see what it's like." She takes a deep breath, feeling surprisingly bold for once. "What do you say? Want to give it a shot?"

With shaking hands, she sets her book aside and stands up, moving closer to him. He watches her intently as she hesitates for a moment before reaching out and touching his arm. His skin feels warm beneath her fingertips, sending a shiver down her spine. "Where do we start?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Naoki takes her hand in his and guides it to his chest, over his heart. "Just feel,"