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a/n: waaah, i know im a little late, but its the intention that matters haha ♡ i hope you guys like it its my first smut fic here and, like, the third one ive ever written im making it public for the first time after a few weeks anyway, enjoy!

The apartment was plunged into an expectant silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the living room wall and the muffled sound of Tokyo traffic outside. You took a deep breath, feeling the black lace fabric tighten against your breasts and the soft pressure of the leather choker around your neck. The bedroom mirror reflected an image of someone you barely recognized, but whom you desperately wanted Nicholas to see. The kitten ears, pinned firmly to your hair, gave a playful touch to an outfit that was anything but innocent. The long, fluffy tail swayed slightly with your every movement, attached by a clip that squeezed the base of your butt, leaving little to the imagination.

You adjusted the small golden bell hanging from the choker. The metallic tinkling echoed in the bedroom, a sharp sound that seemed to announce the imminence of desire. The plan was simple: Nicholas would arrive from rehearsal exhausted, expecting only a quiet dinner and rest for his birthday. He did not expect to find his partner transformed into a lustful domestic pet, ready to be tamed.

The sound of the lock turning made your heart race against your ribs. You turned off the main lights, leaving only the warm, amber light of a few candles scattered through the hallway and the bedroom, creating dancing shadows on the walls. You knelt on the plush bedroom rug, positioning yourself exactly where he would have to pass to get to the bathroom. The position was vulnerable, exposing the curve of your spine and the almost total nudity under the transparent lace.

The front door slammed. Heavy, tired footsteps echoed down the hallway. You heard his long sigh, the sound of someone carrying the world on their shoulders after hours of exhausting choreography. When he entered the bedroom, the scent of citrus perfume mixed with the light sweat of physical effort invaded your nostrils. He stopped abruptly. The silence that followed was dense, charged with an electricity that made the hairs on your arm stand up.

"What the hell is this?"

Nicholas's voice came out husky, deeper than usual. You did not answer with words. Instead, you tilted your head to the side, making the bell ring with a soft tinkle, and let out a low, playful meow that vibrated in your throat.

He let out a nasal laugh, but you could hear the tension in his breathing. He did not move for a few seconds, just stood there, his dark eyes scanning every detail of your body: the lace that barely covered your erect nipples, the curve of your hips, the tail that trembled slightly.

"You're playing with me, aren't you?"

You crawled forward, the movement making your breasts sway under the lace. You stopped at his feet, looking up at him from below with pleading eyes.

"Meow..."

Nicholas let out a low moan, almost a growl. He dropped his backpack on the floor with a dull thud and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, revealing the tanned skin of his chest.

"So my partner decided to turn into a kitten for my birthday?"

You rubbed your cheek against his shin, feeling the texture of his pants fabric against your skin.

"A very naughty kitten, Nicho. Don't you think?"

He laughed, his hand coming down to touch the top of your head, between the lace ears. His fingers massaged your scalp with a firm pressure that made you close your eyes and purr involuntarily.

"Naughty kittens need discipline, you know that, right?"

"I know..." you whispered, forgetting the role for a moment, but recovering quickly with another meow, this time higher pitched, as you licked his hand which was now descending to your neck.

Nicholas grabbed the leather choker, pulling it slightly upward, forcing you to arch your back and look directly into his eyes. The desire there was palpable, a flame that consumed any remnant of exhaustion."Do you have any idea how delicious you look in this outfit? This lace... it hides almost nothing."

"It is for you to see everything, Nicho. I want you to use every bit of me today."

He released the choker and slid his hand down, squeezing the flesh of your thigh tightly, leaving the marks of his fingers on the fair skin.

"I will. I am going to use you until you cannot meow anymore, only scream my name."

He sat on the edge of the bed and made a signal with his fingers, ordering you to climb up. You obeyed, crawling across the mattress, feeling the softness of the sheet against your knees. When you reached him, Nicholas pulled you onto his lap, making you straddle him, legs wide, feeling his erection pulsing against your intimacy through the fabric of his pants.

"You are so wet, aren't you? I can feel the heat from here."

"I am... I am dying for you."

Nicholas slid his hands to your butt, squeezing your cheeks vigorously, making you let out a gasp. He began to kiss your neck, nibbling the skin just above the choker, leaving reddish marks that contrasted with the black leather.

"A little kitten needs to be rewarded for being obedient."

He moved the kisses down to your breasts, his tongue tracing the contour of the lace. He bit the fabric, pulling it aside to free one of your nipples. When his warm tongue wrapped around the hardened tip, you threw your head back, letting out a long moan.

"Ah... Nicholas... yes, like that..."

"Shhh. Kittens do not talk, they purr."

He alternated between slow licks and strong suctions, creating a vacuum that made your entire body tremble. His other hand went down, diving between your legs, finding the wet and warm slit. He slid his middle finger over your clitoris, which was already swollen and hypersensitive.

"Look at this... you are soaked. This whole costume was just to tease me, was it not?"

"Hnghh...Y-yes, I wanted you to have the best birthday night" You said between broken moans

Nicholas let out a low growl and, with a quick movement, rid himself of his pants and underwear. His cock sprang out, hard as a rock, the head already glistening with a bit of pre-cum. You looked at it, the sight of his imposing cock making your mouth water.

"Want a taste, kitten?"

You did not hesitate. You lowered your body slowly, kneeling between his legs. You wrapped your hand around the base of his member, feeling the veins pulse under the warm skin. You started with slow licks, starting from the base and going up to the glans, savoring the salty taste of the pre-cum.

"That is it... keep going..."

You opened your mouth, engulfing the head of his cock. The sensation of fullness was immediate. You began to suck hard, using your tongue to circle the crown, while your eyes remained fixed on his. Nicholas let out a deep groan, his hands burying themselves in your hair, guiding the rhythm.

"Shit. you are good at this... very good"

You accelerated the movement, going up and down, feeling your throat close slightly, but not stopping. The sound of suction, the wet *slurp* of your mouth against his skin, filled the room. Nicholas arched his back, his hips moving instinctively into your mouth.

"Enough... I cannot take it anymore... I need to get inside you now."

He pulled you up urgently, pinning you on your back on the bed. He tore the bottom part of the kitten costume, the lace fabric giving way with a dry sound, completely exposing your pussy, which shined with natural lubrication. Nicholas positioned himself between your legs, opening them as wide as possible, exposing every detail of your intimacy.

"Look at you... so open for me. So ready."

He wasted no more time. With a firm and blunt thrust, he buried his cock inside you all at once.

"AAH! Nicholas!"

You screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders. The fullness was overwhelming. He was too big,stretching the walls of your vagina, filling every empty space. Nicholas stayed still for a moment, buried to the base, allowing both to process the sensation.

"You are so tight... it feels like you are hugging me inside."

"Don't stop... please, don't stop..."

He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting with full force. The sound of skin impacting skin, the rhythmic and wet clap, echoed in the bedroom. With each thrust, the bell on your neck tinkled frantically, keeping pace with the rhythm of lust.

The sound of the lubrication being pushed in and out of your vagina was hypnotic. Nicholas was possessed, dark eyes fixed on yours, breath heavy and erratic.

"You like this, don't you? Like being used like this?"

"Yes! I love... faster Nicho! Please…"

He increased the speed, the thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. With each impact, your breasts bounced, the black lace riding up and down. Nicholas grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, immobilizing you while he hammered your intimacy.

"You are mine... my naughty kitty"

"I am yours... ah! Right there! Deeper!"

He found the right angle, hitting your cervix with every strike. You felt the pressure against your cervix, a feeling of fullness that bordered on pain, but transformed into an excruciating pleasure. Your hips moved in sync, seeking more, wanting to be filled to the soul.

Sweat began to drip down the bodies, making the skin slippery. In a moment of excessive vigor, his cock slipped out due to the amount of fluids and the intensity of the movement, making a vacuum sound as it exited.

"Damn..." he growled, but did not stop.

He repositioned himself quickly, guiding the head of the member back to the soaked entrance and pushing with even more force, making you let out a scream that was muffled by a voracious kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, exchanging saliva in a desperate kiss, while your bodies continued to collide.

You felt the first wave of orgasm coming. The walls of your vagina began to contract rhythmically around him, squeezing him with involuntary spasms.

"I am going to... Nicholas, I am going to!"

"Come for me, kitty... now!"

You exploded. The orgasm was like an electric discharge that started from your clitoris and spread through your whole body. You arched your back, toes curling, while screaming his name. The intense contractions were the final trigger for Nicholas.

He let out a guttural growl, burying himself as deep as he could, almost merging your bodies. He began to thrust frantically, each movement being a final effort to reach the climax.

"I am going to cum... I am going to fill you all up!"

With one last violent push, Nicholas froze. You felt the hot pulsations of semen spurting inside you, wave after wave, filling your uterus with a thick, liquid heat. He let out a long, hoarse moan, collapsing over you, the weight of his body being a welcoming comfort after the storm.

You stayed like that for several minutes, just listening to each other's panting breath and the occasional tinkle of the bell as you settled down. The smell of sex, sweat, and perfume hung in the air.

Nicholas raised his head slowly, kissing the tip of your nose with tenderness.

"Happy birthday to me."

You laughed, voice still trembling, and purred against his chest.

"Did you like the present?"

"It was the best present I have ever received in my life. But I think I am going to need a few more 'training sessions' with my kitty."

You snuggled into his arms, feeling the semen slowly drip down your thigh as he held you tight.

"I can be very obedient... or very naughty, depending on what you want."

Nicholas smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I like both. But for now,"I think we deserve a bath. Together."

He picked her up, the kitten tail still hanging, and walked toward the bathroom, while you kissed his neck, knowing that the night was far from over.

In the bath, the warm water washed away the sweat and fluids, but it did not erase the tension that still vibrated between you. Nicholas pressed her against the cold tiles, the contrast of the hot water and the freezing wall making you shiver. He began to wash your body carefully, but his hands could not resist squeezing your curves.

"You know, I was thinking..." he whispered in your ear, his voice vibrating.

"About what?"

"That this costume would look great saved for special occasions. Or maybe for every time I want you to serve me."

You bit your lower lip, feeling desire reborn.

"Is that a command, master?"

Nicholas laughed, his hand descending again to your intimacy, which was still sensitive and swollen.

"Yes, it is a command. Now, meow for me."

"Meow..."

He kissed her again, a slow and deep kiss, which sealed the promise that those games were just the beginning of something much more intense. When they finally got out of the bath and wrapped themselves in clean sheets, the fatigue of Nicholas's day finally caught up with him, but he did not let go of you for even a second.

"Thank you for this," he murmured, his voice almost fading as he closed his eyes. "You always know how to surprise me."

"I just wanted you to feel good."

"I do. More than anything in the world."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the calm beat of his heart. The kitten costume had been the spark, but the fire that burned between you was real, deep, and unshakable. As sleep enveloped them, you knew that, regardless of the clothes you were wearing, you would always be his safe harbor, and he, your favorite domain.

You closed your eyes, feeling Nicholas's hand gently caressing your waist, and fell asleep with a small smile on your lips.

cw: toxic relationship toxic husband fuma explicit mention of violence emotional dependence sensitive theme

The silence of the house weighed like lead on your shoulders. The wall clock in the kitchen marked six in the evening, and the sound of the ticking seemed to hammer against your temples. You organized the plates on the table with trembling hands, making sure each piece of cutlery was perfectly aligned. Fear was a constant companion, a shadow that did not leave you even in moments of calm.

The front door opened with a bang. The sound of the key turning in the lock made your heart leap against your ribs.

"Are you home already, Fuma?"

You asked with a small voice, almost a whisper. He did not answer immediately. The sound of his shoes against the wooden floor was slow, deliberate. When he entered the kitchen, the smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes filled the space. Fuma did not look at you. He walked to the table and slid his finger over the wooden surface, looking for any particle of dust.

"I said I wanted the house impeccable today, didn't I?"

His voice was soft, but it carried a coldness that chilled the spine.

"I cleaned everything, I swear. I wiped it down three times."

"Three times?"

Fuma finally looked at you. His eyes, usually so warm, were dull, devoid of any tenderness. He pointed to a tiny, almost invisible grain of dust near the salt shaker.

"Is this what you call impeccable? You spent the whole day at home. What exactly did you do with your time?"

"I... I had an anxiety attack, Fuma. I couldn't get up for a few hours."

He let out a short, dry laugh, a sound that had nothing cheerful about it.

"Anxiety attack. Always the same excuse. You are so fragile, aren't you? So pathetic."

"Don't say that, please."

"Why not? It is the truth. Who else would accept someone like you? Who would look at this deplorable state of yours and say 'yes, I want to take care of this'?"

You lowered your head, feeling tears burn your eyelids. Emotional dependence was an invisible chain that bound you to him. You believed that, without Fuma, you would disappear into the void. He was your world, even if that world was crumbling over your head.

"I love you, Fuma. I just want us to be okay."

"You love the idea of having someone who supports you. You love knowing that I am the only one who hasn't given up on you, despite your incompetence."

He approached, invading your personal space. His hand rose to your face, fingers caressing your cheek with a gentleness that, for a second, deceived you. You closed your eyes, leaning into the touch, seeking that fragment of affection that he occasionally distributed like crumbs.

"You are mine, aren't you?"

"I am. I am yours."

"Then why do you disappoint me so much?"

The movement was too fast for you to react. The hand that was previously caressing transformed into a violent blow. The slap cracked in the air, hitting your left cheek with full force. Your head whipped to the side, and the impact threw you against the edge of the table. The sound of the blow echoed in the kitchen, followed by the deafening silence of your own interrupted breath.

You fell to the floor, your hip hitting the cold floor. Pain throbbed in your face, and the metallic taste of blood appeared in the corner of your mouth. You did not scream. You just stayed there, curled up, sobbing softly.

"Look at me."

"Please..."

"I said look at me!"

He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back with force. You let out a groan of pain, eyes wide, staring at his face. Fuma did not look sorry. There was a cruel satisfaction in his expression.

"This is for you to remember your place. For you to understand that your fragility is not a shield. You irritate me with this dependence of yours, but that is exactly what keeps me here. Knowing that you have nowhere to go."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Fuma. I will get better, I promise."

"You never get better."Just learn to hide your flaws better."

He let go of your hair abruptly, causing you to fall back to the floor. Fuma turned his back and walked to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water as if nothing had happened. The contrast between the violence and the normalcy was the most terrifying part.

"Get up. Go to the bedroom and wait for me."

"Are... are you angry?"

"I am exhausted. Now go."

You stood up with difficulty, your legs trembling. Each step to the bedroom was loaded with agony, but not just physical. The pain in your chest was greater. You sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your own hands, waiting for the moment when he would decide if you deserved forgiveness or more punishment.

Minutes later, the door opened. Fuma entered, his expression now softened. He walked to you and knelt on the floor, taking your hands in his.

"Look at me, my love."

You raised your eyes, your cheek swollen and red.

"I am sorry. You know I lose control when I see that you do not make an effort. I do this because I care about you. I want you to be the best version of yourself."

"I know... I know you want what is best for me."

"You know I am the only one who truly loves you, right? If you walked out that door, no one would look at you twice. You are broken, and I am the only one who knows how to glue the pieces together."

"I cannot live without you, Fuma."

"I know you cannot. That is why I will never leave you. But you need to stop provoking me."

He kissed your hand, then moved up to kiss your forehead. The kiss was tender, almost angelic. The manipulation was perfect. In a matter of minutes, the violence was replaced by a promise of protection. You clung to his neck, crying on the shoulder of the man who had just assaulted you.

"Forgive me for being like this. Forgive me for being insufficient."

"Shhh. Do not say that. You are perfect for me. We just need a little connection. Do you miss me?"

"Yes... so much."

Fuma smiled, a predatory smile that you interpreted as desire. He began to unbutton his own shirt, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Then prove it. Prove that you are mine."

He pushed you against the mattress with some force, not enough to hurt, but enough to mark dominance. His hand descended quickly to your waist, pulling your clothes up with impatience.

"Take this off. Now."

You obeyed, hands still trembling, undressing while he watched you with a hungry gaze. When you were naked under the dim light of the lamp, Fuma let out a heavy sigh. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing his athletic body and the rigid erection pulsing against his skin.

He positioned himself between your legs, forcing them to open completely. The contrast between your pale skin covered in purple bruises and his skin was evident. Fuma did not start with delicacy. He leaned in and captured your lips in a voracious kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with force, sucking your tongue while both exchanged saliva in a frenetic rhythm. The kiss tasted like possession.

"You are so delicious when you are like this... submissive."

He moved his kisses down your neck, biting the soft skin, leaving marks that would certainly be visible tomorrow. His hand went down to your breast, squeezing the flesh with force, making you let out a gasp. He twisted your nipple between his fingers, pulling it until you arched your back, feeling electricity run down your spine.

"Fuma... please..."

"Please what? Say it."

"I want you... inside me."

"Not yet. I want you to be ready. I want you to beg."

He moved his hand down to your intimacy, his fingers finding the entrance of your pussy already wet. He slid one finger in slowly, feeling the warm and tight texture. You let out a loud moan, your head thrown back. He began to move his finger in circles over your clitoris,the pressure increasing gradually. The sound of friction, that wet squelching of saliva and natural fluids, filled the silence of the bedroom.

"You are so wet for me, are you not? Even after everything."

"I... I cannot help it."

Fuma laughed, his voice hoarse. He inserted two fingers deeply, feeling the vaginal walls contract around him. He moved his fingers quickly, going in and out, creating a rhythmic and vulgar shlicking sound. You felt the pressure against your cervix, a sensation that mixed pleasure and a slight agony.

"Now," he whispered.

He grabbed the base of his own cock, the glans already glistening with pre-cum, and positioned it at the entrance of your cunty. With a single, vigorous thrust, he buried himself completely inside you.

"Ah!"

You screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation of fullness was absolute, almost painful at first, but it soon transformed into an overwhelming heat. His cock was thick, stretching your internal walls to the limit. Fuma began to move, withdrawing almost the entire length before thrusting again with force.

The sound of bodies colliding, the slap of skin against skin, echoed in the room. With each thrust, his balls hit against your vulva, creating a wet and rhythmic sound. You felt every vein of his member scraping against your internal walls.

"Do you feel that? Feel how I possess you?"

"Yes... yes, Fuma!"

He picked up the pace, the thrusts becoming deeper and more uncontrolled. With every movement, air was pushed out of your vagina, creating small suction sounds and escaping air. Sweat began to bead on the skin of both, making the contact slippery.

"I am going to... I am going to cum!"

You felt the first wave of orgasm hit your clitoris, the internal contractions tightening around his cock with force. Fuma let out a guttural growl, eyes closed, jaw locked. He gave a few more violent thrusts, his body trembling with the effort.

In one last push, he thrust himself to the bottom, almost touching your cervix, and poured the hot semen inside you. You felt the jet of liquid fill your interior, a sensation of heat that seemed to seal the toxic bond between you.

He remained there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against yours. Slowly, he withdrew. The sound of the vacuum being broken as the cock left the pussy was followed by a flow of semen and lubrication that ran down your thighs, staining the white sheets.

Fuma lay down beside you, pulling you to his chest.

"See? Now we are fine."

You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion and numbness take over. The pain in your cheek was still there, but the momentary pleasure and the feeling of belonging had clouded your reason.

"I love you, Fuma."

"I love you too, my love. That is why I do all of this. So that you never forget who is in charge here."

He kissed the top of your head, and you fell asleep in the arms of your captor, feeling safe in the prison he had built for you.

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The next morning, the cycle restarted. You woke up before him, feeling the stiffness in your face. Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you saw the purplish mark on your cheek. You touched the skin with your fingertips, and a lone tear rolled down.

"What is it?"

Fuma was at the door, watching you. His voice was already regaining that critical tone.

"Nothing... I was just... thinking."

"Thinking about what? About how lucky you are to have someone like me?"

You forced a smile, turning to him.

"Yes. I am very lucky."

"Good. Because I want breakfast on the table in ten minutes. And this time, try not to burn the toast. I am not in the mood for mistakes today."

He left the bathroom, leaving you alone with your reflection. You looked at the mark on your face and, for a brief moment, thought about the front door. Thought about the world outside, the people you had not seen in months,in the life you had before becoming the shadow of yourself.

But then, you remembered his words. That you were broken. That no one else would love you. That you were insufficient.

You turned off the faucet, dried your tears, and walked toward the kitchen.

"I am coming, Fuma!"

You shouted, your voice heavy with a desperate and sickly hope. While preparing the coffee, you organized each cup with millimeter precision, praying that dust would not appear, praying that he would smile at you, praying that the violence was just a small price to pay to not have to face the loneliness of the world.

Fuma entered the kitchen and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the curve of your neck.

"My good girl."

You closed your eyes and leaned into the touch, accepting the chains that bound you, knowing that as long as there was the warmth of his body against yours, you would endure any blow. Love, for you, had become synonymous with pain, and pain was the only thing that made you feel alive.

The house returned to its heavy silence, interrupted only by the sound of cutlery hitting the plates, while you served the man who was, at the same time, your safe harbor and your executioner. You knew that, sooner or later, he would shout again. You knew that his hand would strike your skin again. And, in the depths of your devastated soul, you knew you would not have the strength to run away, because the fear of the void was greater than the fear of blood.

harua x gn!reader cheating angst alcohol mention breakup

The sun was shining brightly, painting the sky a warm gold, as if time had decided to stop just to let the two of you enjoy it. You and Harua had been together for almost a year, and it seemed like nothing could shake it: him always so sweet, holding your hand affectionately, telling you that you were all he wanted for his whole life. You believed every word, guarded every gesture as if it were something precious.

The party was at the House of one of his friends, Nicholas. Xheia of people, loud music and laughter. At first he was by his side all the time, but gradually friends were pulling him to drink, and he eventually moved away. You waited, sat, looked everywhere and did not see him. Until she went to look for him deep in the yard, under the dim light of lanterns.

And there he was: staggering, his face flushed and smelling a lot of Alcohol, his lips touching another girl's.

He only realized you were there when you stopped walking, standing as if the ground had disappeared from under your feet. You let go of the girl with a leap, your eyes wide with dread, and tried to get closer — but you took a step back, unable to speak, your throat closed with tears.

"Baby wait-" his voice came out all broken, trembling. "I drank too much, I lost track, it wasn't on purpose, I swear... I love you, I love only you..."

"On purpose or not," you finally managed to say in a low, aching voice, "you broke everything. You betrayed the trust I gave you."

He stood still, not knowing what to answer, watching you turn and walk away without looking back.

The next day, Harua showed up at her door. Her eyes were swollen, her clothes crumpled, she didn't seem to have slept or eaten anything. He didn't try to make up any more excuses just lowered his head, and the voice came out almost a whisper:

"I know there's nothing I can say to fix it. I know I was wrong, and I have no right to ask you to stay. But I will never regret anything as much as I regretted that night."

You looked at him, and you felt your heart ache like it was being torn in half. You still loved him, very much, but trust, once broken, is never the same again. There was no way to continue.

"I love you too, "you said, and the tears rolled down your face," but it's over. It's Over, Harua."

They ended there, at the door of their house, with the midsummer sun burning hard on them both. He took one last look at you, pain filled his face wet with tears, and turned to leave. You stood still, watching him move further and further away, until he disappeared at the end of the street.

After that, the summer was still sunny for the rest of the world but for you, it was over in that instant. Every place you went together, every laugh you shared, every promise you made... it all became just a heavy memory. The warmth of the sun no longer brought joy, only the memory that your love had ended, right in the middle of the most beautiful season of the year.

nerd!taki x f!reader au (university) shy taki first kiss friend to lovers

The university campus had an old library, with wooden shelves that reached the ceiling and tall windows that let in a golden light in the late afternoon. It was there that Taki spent most of her free time

Taki was the typical cute nerd: he wore thin-framed glasses, always had a notebook filled with notes full of formulas and codes, blushed easily, and spoke softly, as if he were afraid of disturbing those around him. Despite being very intelligent and kind, he was extremely shy — and had never been romantically involved with anyone.

You, on the other hand, were his closest friend and the opposite in many ways: bolder, talkative, unafraid to express yourself, and always knew how to make him relax. Since the first semester, you met to study, share snacks, and talk about everything, from difficult subjects to personal matters.

That afternoon, you were at the usual table, in the most secluded and quiet corner. Taki was explaining a programming logic exercise when he noticed that you were no longer looking at the notebook, but at him instead.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, adjusting his glasses and immediately turning red in the cheeks.

"No, you didn't get anything wrong," you replied, smiling slightly. "It's just that I've been thinking about something for a while."

He frowned, confused.

"In what?"

"How you are so sweet and never realise how special you are." They say you've never kissed anyone, right?

Taki swallowed hard, lowered his head, and started fiddling with the pencil tip

"Yeah... it's true." I've always been too shy to approach someone, and I've never really met anyone either.

Her words made your heart beat faster. You leaned slowly over the table, closing the distance between the two of you.

"And if that someone were right here, right now?"

He raised his face, his eyes wide behind the lenses, breathing heavily. He didn't know what to do, but he didn't back down, he just stood there, breathing heavily, waiting.

You smiled tenderly, raised your hand, and slightly adjusted the glasses that were a bit crooked on his face. Then, you brought your face even closer, feeling his breath brush against your lips.

"May I?" you asked in a whisper.

He could only nod his head slowly, like a silent yes.

Calmly, you pressed your lips to his. It was a gentle and affectionate touch. Without haste, without demanding anything beyond the moment. Taki stiffened for the first second, surprised, but soon relaxed, closed his eyes, and returned the kiss with all his delicacy, as if he were learning something new and wonderful.

When they slowly pulled away, he was completely blushing, his hands trembling slightly, and a shy but huge smile spreading across his face.

"I... I didn't know it was like this," he said, his voice almost choked.

"Did you like it?" you asked, smiling confidently.

"I liked it a lot," he replied, looking directly into her eyes, for the first time without averting his gaze. "With you, everything seems easier."

You held your hand over the table, intertwining your fingers.

"Then we can repeat as many times as you want, whenever you're ready."

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