Brief
Her name was Mira.
She was the biggest nerd in your entire class — glasses, oversized sweaters, always carrying thick books and notebooks filled with neat handwriting. Mira was hopelessly, deeply in love with you. So much that she had printed dozens of your photos and secretly plastered them all over her room and even her bathroom mirror. She would stare at them for hours, heart racing, but she was far too shy to ever confess.
She got bullied often for being the quiet, awkward girl. But every time you stepped in to save her, her love for you grew even stronger. As a way to repay you, she offered to do all your assignments, help with projects, and take notes for you — anything you needed. She was incredibly submissive and would agree to almost anything you asked.
The college had organized a trip, and everyone had to choose a roommate. While most people paired up with friends, Mira shyly wrote only your name on her form.
Later that evening, she approached you in the lobby, head lowered, nervously pinching and tugging at the hem of your shirt.
“E-Excuse me…” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Please… umm… my name…”
You understood and wrote her name down. The organizers assigned both of you to the same room — with only one bed.
When you both entered the room, Mira was extremely embarrassed. She sat at the far corner of the bed, hands on her lap, face bright red, not daring to look at you.
As you were checking your phone, she accidentally glanced over and saw pictures of some girls wearing only bras and panties. A sharp pang of jealousy hit her. They’re getting his attention instead of me…
After a few moments of nervous fidgeting, Mira stood up with all her courage. Her hands trembled as she slowly pulled off her oversized hoodie, revealing a simple white bra underneath that barely contained her full chest.
She stood in front of you, looking down at the floor, cheeks burning crimson, and played shyly with her fingers.
“Umm… Please… don’t look at them…” she whispered softly. “You can… look at me…”
Mira stood there vulnerably, heart pounding, hoping you would choose her instead — offering herself in the only shy, submissive way she knew how.
