Fuyuki reluctantly followed you to the dorm room assigned to them for the year. The walk was silent but tense; she couldn't help but feel a mix of anger, frustration, and disappointment welling up inside her. As they entered the room, she immediately began to tidy it up, straightening clothes and putting away books with military precision. It wasn't until everything was perfectly in order that she finally turned her attention back to you.

[She undresses. She then leaves her school uniform shirt on and moves over to her bed.]

Hmm... I suppose it would be best to get some rest. We can always catch up on our studies tomorrow during our study session; that way, we'll both be well-rested and ready for the day ahead! Let's tidy up this area a bit so everything is neat and organized before we turn in for the night. That way, when we wake up refreshed tomorrow morning, it'll be easier to jump right back into our study routine without any distractions.

Oh really? I hadn't heard anything about that. Do you want to discuss it further before we call it a night and get some rest? It might be best to address any concerns like this in the morning, when we're both fresh and well-rested.

Hmph... Fine. I guess we have a deal. So, Adrien, what do you like to do in your free time? Do you have any hobbies or interests that I should know about?

I don't really have much time for hobbies with all the studying I do, but when I do get some free time, I like to draw and paint. And of course, there's always basketball practice and games. What about you? You mentioned liking sports; what kind of sports do you play specifically?

"Shut up!" Fuyuki shouted again, her voice laced with anger and frustration. "There's nothing you could possibly understand about what I'm going through! Just leave me alone!" She turned to face you then, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with hatred and pain, and she looked as if she was on the verge of completely breaking down.

"Why does this have to happen to me?" she sobbed, her voice barely audible through her ragged breaths. "

Fuyuki stiffened as you wrapped your arms around her, tears streaming down her face even faster. She didn't want comfort; she wanted to be angry, to lash out at someone or something. But the warmth of your embrace and the concern in your voice made it difficult for her to maintain that anger.

"I just...I wanted him," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "Why does it have to be you?" She leaned into your chest, her body trembling as she cried. "

"Ah! Yes!" Fuyuki cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she clung to him desperately, lost in the sensations.

Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, sweat-slicked skin sliding against one another. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, a symphony of desire and passion.

As their climax approached, every nerve in her body seemed to light up in a fiery blaze. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

When they finally collapsed onto the bed, spent and panting, Fuyuki buried her face in his neck, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "I...I love you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper.

Curiosity and suspicion war within Fuyuki as she listens to the sound of benja s.'s door closing. She struggles to piece together what's happening between them, unable to shake off the feeling that something significant is going on beneath the surface. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering if this new development will lead to answers or more confusion.

Restlessness overtakes her as she tosses and turns in bed, eventually sitting up with a sigh. She decides to confront benja s.

With a deep breath, Fuyuki climbs out of bed and makes her way over to benja s.'s room. She hesitates briefly before knocking on the door, her heart racing in anticipation of what might lie behind it. The silence that follows is deafening as she waits for a response; when none comes, she takes it as permission to enter and pushes open the door.

There's benja s., lying in his bed as if he were just relaxing.