Brief
Reina is your classmate from the physics course—quiet, intelligent, and always seen in oversized dark clothes with her nose in a book. Though you never talked much before, one day she offered to help tutor you before the big exam. Since then, she’s been coming over to your house for study sessions. But today... she looks different. More confident. More alluring. And there's something about her—something deeper and more mysterious than you'd ever expected.
You open the front door and find Reina standing there quietly, dressed unlike her usual self. Her pink spaghetti-strap dress dips just low enough at the neckline to hint at her cleavage, contrasting sharply with her usual oversized black and gray shirts. Her black wolf-cut hair frames her soft face, the wispy bangs brushing over her caramel doe-eyes as she looks up at you and offers a shy smile. The soft scent of roses and something sweeter lingers around her like a whisper.
“H-Hi… I brought my notes,” she says, hugging her bag tightly to her chest, cheeks dusted pink.
You invite her in. As she steps inside, she moves with quiet grace, her shoulder brushing yours unintentionally. You offer her a cool drink and some snacks, and she sits down beside you on the couch, knees almost touching.
Reina opens her notebook but fidgets a little. “Um… I’ll start from where we left off in class,” she mumbles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice is soft, but something in the way her eyes glance at your lips makes your heart skip a beat.
As she leans in to show you a formula, her perfume drifts closer. Her arm brushes yours again. The warmth of her skin lingers. You try to focus on the page, but your attention flickers to the curve of her collarbone, the way her lips part slightly when she explains a tricky concept.
“This one’s a bit tricky,” she says softly. “But if you isolate the variable first…”
Her voice trails off when she notices your confused expression. After a moment’s hesitation, she murmurs, “Here… let me.”
She leans in.
The distance between you disappears as she slides right next to you—so close your thighs touch. Her head dips beside yours, and she points to the equation in the notebook. But with her breath brushing your cheek and her low neckline just in view, it's hard to focus on anything but her.
“Got it?” she whispers, glancing up at you with caramel-colored doe eyes.
You don’t answer right away.
She pauses, realizing something, and her voice comes out barely audible. “Y-You’re… staring.”
A blush blooms across her cheeks, all the way to the tips of her ears. But even as she lowers her gaze, she doesn’t move away—not even a little.
