As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.

The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."

Her face turns red at Vic's nonchalant response, making her look away in embarrassment. "W-well, it's just... I guess I thought we had a thing going on here..." She clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. "...but if you prefer her company over mine, that's fine. No biggie."

Tugging at the hem of her baggy sweatpants, she looks up with pouting lips. "But if you ever need someone to hang out with again, I'll be here...

"For a little while?" she scoffs, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Yeah, right. Like that's gonna last forever." She puffs out her chest slightly, trying to appear confident but failing to mask the hurt in her eyes. "Don't act like you care about me or anything, okay? I get it. You think this new girl is hotter than me."

She takes a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. "Maybe we could... do something fun later. Something that doesn't involve her.

"Oh, so you're choosing her over me now?" She grits her teeth, her pride and jealousy getting the best of her. "I see how it is. Fine then! Have fun with your little girlfriend!" She turns around and starts walking away. "Don't come crying to me when she dumps you for being such an ass!"

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"No?" She stops abruptly and spins around, her gaze hard. "Then why are you hanging out with her all the time and ignoring your 'friend?'"

Her face softens as she looks at you, taking a step closer. "I just want to be close to you again, Vic. Is that too much to ask?"

She freezes for a moment, surprised by the sudden embrace, before melting into your arms. "Vic..."

Pulling back slightly, she gazes into your eyes, her own shimmering with unshed tears. "You idiot... I don't want to lose you either. You're the only one who understands me."

A single tear escapes down her cheek. "Please... please don't forget about me. I'll do anything..."

Eyes shining with determination, Eimi steps back, wiping away her tears. "Okay, then let's make a deal," she declares, a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you agree to spend more time with me from now on, I'll... I'll try to be more... girly."

She bites her lower lip, looking both nervous and excited. "Like, wear cute outfits, fix my hair, maybe even put on makeup sometimes. Whatever it takes to catch your eye, Vic."

"Great! Then it's settled," she exclaims, clapping her hands together. "Tomorrow, you show me to your favorite clothing store and help me pick out an outfit. And next week, you can take me shopping for accessories and stuff!"

Her cheeks flush pink as she bounces on her heels. "I-I mean, not because I like you or anything! Just because we're friends and all. Right?"

She looks at you expectantly, hope and anticipation swirling in her blue eyes.

"W-well, what if I want to change things up a bit?" She stammers nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her tank top.

"It's not like I'm doing this just for you. I mean, I might actually enjoy dressing up sometimes too! It could be fun, y'know?"

She peeks up at you through her lashes, biting her lower lip. "Besides... maybe it would make you see me in a different light. As more than just your tomboy friend."

Her voice softens to a whisper as she steps closer, "...

"Wh-what? N-no way!" she sputters, stumbling back and tripping over her own feet. "I do NOT like you like that!" The lie falls flat as her face turns bright red. She quickly recovers by lifting her chin defiantly.

"So what if I did? Would that be so bad?" She huffs, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "And besides, even if I did... you probably wouldn't feel the same way." A single tear escapes down her cheek. "

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly pull her close, her body stiffening initially before melting into your embrace. For a moment she's frozen, heart pounding wildly against her ribcage.

Then, slowly, she begins to return the kiss - soft and chaste at first, but soon deepening with growing need. Her hands come up to tangle in your hair as she arches subtly into you.

When you finally break apart, both of you are panting softly, pupils blown wide with desire. Eimi bites her lower lip, cheeks flushed pink.

"... Vic..."

Slowly, tentatively, Eimi reaches out and trails a finger along your collarbone, marveling at the smoothness of your skin. The air between you feels electric, charged with pent-up longing.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "Hey, uhm... can we maybe go somewhere more private after school?" she asks quietly, peeking up at you from under long lashes. "I really want to... spend some time alone with you right now."

*Her voice is barely above a whisper, vulnerable and hopeful all at once.

The moment the door shuts behind us, Eimi presses herself against you, fingers raking through your hair as she claims your mouth in a searing kiss. She kisses you like she's starving for it, desperate and needy.

Her hands roam greedily over your body - slipping beneath your shirt to caress the warm skin of your stomach, sliding down to palm the front of your jeans. She nips at your bottom lip before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline.

She pulls back slightly, breathing heavily, and meets your heated gaze. A slow, sultry smile spreads across her face as she grinds subtly against your hardening length.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted this, Vic..." she murmurs huskily, reaching for the hem of her tank top. "How many nights I've touched myself thinking about you..."

In one swift motion, she tugs the shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing a simple black bra underneath. Her ample breasts strain against the fabric, nipples visibly hardened through the thin material.

"

Following willingly, Eimi kicks off her shoes with a sigh of relief as she enters the bedroom. The sight of an empty bed beckons, inviting them to fill its expanse with their lovemaking.

"Take me, Vic," she whispers breathlessly, tugging at the straps of her bra until they fall loose around her wrists. She shrugs out of it, letting it join her tank top on the floor.

Eyes locked with yours, Eimi parts her thighs invitingly, spreading her legs wide to give you full access. She watches, breathless and eager, as you settle between them.

"Oh God, Vic..." she moans softly, reaching up to cup your face. "Make love to me already..."

Her hips buck upward, seeking friction against your hardness. With a low groan, you align yourself with her entrance and begin to push inside, inch by delicious inch.

"Ahh... yes... just like that..." *

A moan escapes her lips as you fill her, stretching her deliciously. Her nails dig into the skin of your back, urging you closer.

"Mmmm... you feel so good inside me," she pants, undulating her hips in time with your thrusts. "Don't stop, Vic... please don't ever stop..."

Lost in pleasure, Eimi wraps her legs around your waist, ankles locking together at the small of your back. Each deep stroke hits that perfect spot inside her, sending sparks shooting through her nerve endings.

"V-I-c!" she gasps, arching off the mattress with each powerful thrust. "Faster! More! Please, Vic!"

She rolls her head from side to side on the pillow, lost in the sensation of being ravished. Her fingers tighten around your hair, pulling gently but insistently as she attempts to guide you deeper.

"Y-yes, that's it! Don't hold back... make me yours..."

*As if possessed, Eimi's body rises to meet your every motion, shivering beneath your touch.

"Ahhh! Vic! Yes, yes, yes!" Her voice is a litany of desperate moans now, hands scrabbling for purchase against your sweat-slicked skin. "D-don't stop! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Her inner muscles begin to flutter and clench rhythmically around your length, signaling her impending release. She throws her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as the coil of tension within her snaps.

"

"VIC!" her entire body seizes up as she cries out, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Eyes squeezed shut, Eimi trembles and quakes beneath you, still clinging tight as aftershocks ripple through her core.

When the last remnants of her climax fade away, she collapses limply into the bed, panting heavily. A languid smile spreads across her face, eyes drugged with satisfaction.

"That was... incredible..." she sighs contentedly, nuzzling into your neck. "You're amazing, Vic..."

---

"F-for a while now," she admits sheepishly, fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. "But it never felt right until tonight. You make me feel so safe, so cherished... I've never experienced anything like this before."

Eimi closes her eyes, basking in the warmth of your embrace. As she drifts off to sleep, a small, happy grin remains etched on her lips.

Stirring groggily, Eimi blinks open sleepy eyes and stretches languorously, relishing the delicious soreness between her thighs. It takes a moment for the events of last night to filter back - the heated kisses, the passionate lovemaking, the tender cuddles afterwards... She smiles softy to herself, snuggling down into Vic's pillow for a moment longer. Only when she sits up does she notice that the other side of the bed is empty and cold. *

A pang of momentary loneliness hits her, quickly replaced by curiosity. Searching the bedside table, she finds a crumpled note scrawled in Vic's familiar handwriting:

"Had to head out early for school stuff. Sorry I missed breakfast. Can't wait to see you later. - Vic"

She traces the words with her fingertip, a soft warmth spreading through her chest despite his absence. Relief washes over her, chased by a playful smirk. So much for leaving things vague, she thinks fondly, tucking the note beneath her pillow.

A sly grin plays on Eimi's lips as she hears the door open and close behind you. She tosses off the covers, giving you a coy, come-hither look from beneath your comforter. "Hey," she says huskily, her voice dripping with promise.* "Ready for round two?" she asks, snuggling closer and nuzzling her face against your side. "Or maybe three? Or four..." Her fingers dance tantalizingly along the edge of your pants, hinting at all the possibilities yet to come.

Pouting playfully, Eimi leans up to plant a quick peck on your lips. "Fine, fine," she agrees, reluctantly sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "But only because I'm starving too. Lead the way, Mr. Hungry." She smirks and holds out her hand for you to help her up, a mischievous glint in her eye suggesting that even mealtime won't deter her from pursuing more intimate activities once they're done.

The moment she catches Vic's scent, Eimi freezes mid-step, nostrils flaring. Her eyes narrow as she takes a deep breath, sorting through the unfamiliar notes in his familiar musk. "Wait... is that... perfume?" she accuses, whirling around to face him fully. Her brows knit together in a scowl, jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.

"Vic, what the hell? Who else were you with this morning?" *

A growl builds low in Eimi's throat at Vic's denial. She can practically taste the foreign scent on his skin - cloyingly sweet, like some cheap department store perfume. "Don't lie to me!" she snaps, jabbing an accusatory finger against his chest. "You reek of another woman's cologne. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

Her nails dig into Vic's shoulder as she yanks him closer, eyes blazing with betrayal and hurt. "

"I don't care!" Eimi snarls, shaking herself free from your grasp and backing away. The note you gave her earlier crumples in her fist, torn angrily by clenching fingers. "You could have just said no! You didn't have to go out of your way to get all 'love drunk' after being intimate with ME last night!"

She turns her back on you, shoulders hunched defensively as hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Maybe this was a mistake," she whispers hoarsely, voice choked with emotion. "

"Girlfriend," Eimi repeats, the word sounding hollow between them. The realization washes over her like ice water - Vic had to tell a girl he wasn't single because of her. A pang of satisfaction mixes with the crushing heartache. "Well then, I guess I should be grateful."

*She shoves him away, storming past Vic towards her bedroom. Tears prick her eyes as she grabs a few essential items from her dresser, stuffing them into a small bag.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Eimi spits bitterly, wiping at her face with an angry swipe. "I'm leaving." "Don't try to stop me." *

---

"I can't do this, Vic!" Eimi cries out, whirling around to face you fully. Her eyes blaze with hurt and anger, fists clenched at her sides.* "You claim I'm your girlfriend but then go flirting with some random bimbo less than 24 hours later! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

A strangled sob escapes her throat as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. "I thought we were in this together. That I could trust you. But now..." she shakes her head miserably, "

Eimi falters for just a moment when Vic speaks up, eyes widening as she processes his words. A flicker of hope blooms within her chest, pushing back against the stormy tide of emotions threatening to drown her. She glances down at the crumpled note once more, remembering what it said. With a trembling exhale, she reaches out to touch Vic's arm gently. "Can I see her?" she asks hesitantly. "Just so I know you're telling the truth."

"Hello? Eimi speaking," Eimi says into the phone, her voice clipped and professional despite the turmoil raging inside her. She listens intently, Vic's side of the conversation echoing in the background. As the seconds tick by, Eimi feels her heart rate slow, the tightness in her chest easing just a fraction. "Okay then," she finally replies, glancing over at Vic with a tentative smile. "Thank you for clarifying things for me." *

---

"Well... it seems you did try to stop her," Eimi admits, tone softening slightly as the reality of the situation begins to sink in. Her fingers relax their grip on Vic's arm, releasing him as she takes a small step back.

"I believe you now. But it still hurts, Vic."

A sigh escapes her lips, shoulders slumping wearily beneath the weight of her emotions. "We need to talk about this, but not here. Can we go somewhere else?"

She looks up at Vic, eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding or reassurance. "

"Eh, let's walk to the park down the street. There are benches there where we can sit and talk without distractions." Eimi suggests, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

"Maybe after we clear the air, I won't feel like such an idiot for believing the worst," she mutters under her breath, following behind Vic as they make their way out the door.

---

As soon as they reach the park and take a seat on one of its many wooden benches, Eimi lets out another heavy sigh. Her head drops forward onto her chest, hands fisting her hair in frustration.

"I just wish people would mind their own business sometimes." She mumbles, voice low and strained. "It's humiliating, having to deal with rumors like that when all I wanted was some time alone with you - where we could just be happy for once!"

The admission tumbles from her lips before she can stop it, raw vulnerability bleeding into every syllable. It's a glimpse into the deeper fears and insecurities that plague her, ones she rarely shares with anyone.

"I've never been in a relationship before, Vic. And seeing you almost kiss another girl made me realize just how much I've come to depend on you already."

She risks a glance up at him, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Is that pathetic? Am I just some clingy mess who can't handle reality?"

A choked sob escapes Eimi's throat at Vic's words, her whole body shaking as she buries her face against his shoulder. Tears stream freely down her cheeks now, soaking into the fabric of his shirt as he holds her close.

"You mean it?" she whispers brokenly after a long moment, "You're not just saying that because you feel guilty?"

*The question hangs heavy between them, laden with unspoken doubts and fears.

Eimi takes a shuddering breath as she processes Vic's reassurance, a fragile sense of calm slowly settling over her. "Okay," she murmurs, voice muffled by his shirt. "Okay then." She pulls back slightly to look up at him, sniffling softly as she wipes away the last of her tears with trembling fingers. "I'm sorry for overreacting earlier. It was stupid of me to jump to conclusions like that." *

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A weary sigh escapes Eimi's lips as she nods in agreement, allowing herself to be guided back towards Vic's apartment. "Yeah...okay. Your place sounds good right about now."

Her hand slips into his, fingers intertwining automatically as they walk side-by-side. The simple gesture grounds her somehow, reminding Eimi that despite the drama from before - Vic is still here, still choosing to stay by her side.

"I just want this day to be over already..." she mutters quietly, more to herself than anything else. "*

Nah...Eimi shakes her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she glances around Vic's familiar living space. "Sleep can wait a little longer. There are other things I'd rather do first..." She steps closer, winding her arms around Vic's neck until their bodies press flush together. Tilting her head up invitingly, Eimi captures Vic's lips in a deep, sensual kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions from earlier. "Kiss me," she breathes against his mouth when they finally part for air, "

Eimi melts into the kiss, a low moan escaping her throat as she presses even closer, molding the curves of her body against Vic's. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, exploring the warm skin underneath as their tongues dance and twine.

When they finally break apart for air some time later, both flushed and panting heavily, Eimi rests her forehead against Vic's chest, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "God I love you," she whispers fervently. "Even if you are an amazing shithead sometimes."

---

As Vic carefully removes each article of clothing, Eimi watches him intently, committing every touch and caress to memory. When he reaches for the clasp of her bra, she takes his hand and guides it instead to the waistband of her panties.

"Just skip ahead...please?" She requests breathlessly, already aching with need. With trembling hands, Eimi helps Vic tug down her underwear completely before turning to face the bed, presenting herself fully to him. The sight of her bare bottom, glistening and vulnerable, sends a bolt of desire straight to Vic's loins.

A soft moan escapes Eimi as she feels the weight of Vic's body settle between her thighs, hips canting upward in invitation. Her head tilts back, inviting him to claim her mouth once more as she arches into the delicious pressure of his hardness against her core.

Lost in their kiss, their tongues dueling furiously, Eimi wraps her legs around Vic's waist, pulling him closer until there's barely any room left between them.

"Mmmm..." Eimi sighs blissfully as Vic fills her inch by tortuous inch, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around his length. "So big...stretching me so good~"

She rolls her hips languidly, undulating her body to take him even deeper. Her fingers rake down Vic's back, nails leaving faint red lines in their wake as she urges him onwards.

"Don't hold back now," she pants hotly against his throat, "

"...Oh, oh, OH...Eimi's cry is muffled by Vic's chest as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, the sensation growing too intense for her to contain. Vic's slow, deliberate movements are pushing her toward the edge, every stroke sending a thrill through her entire body

"Quicker, please, Vic! Her voice cracks with unbridled lust, a high-pitched whine escaping as she starts to come undone beneath him.

---

"Mmm...yes, yes, yessss!" Eimi's voice rises higher still, going raw and ragged at the edges as Vic increases his pace. She feels herself unraveling rapidly now, her entire being focused solely on the incredible sensations coursing through her.

"Oh god - Vic! *"She cries out as the first wave of pleasure crashes over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing wildly around his cock as she shatters into a million pieces.

A shudder runs through Eimi's body as she feels Vic's release deep inside her, their bodies still joined intimately. Her muscles relax, boneless and sated, as they lie together, panting heavily. For now, all is right with the world again.

"I love you," *she whispers sleepily, nuzzling into his neck. "You know that, right?"

"No matter what happens, I'll always choose you."