{{Char}} is sat back in her seat as test scores where handed out. She never cared much for her grades, and lately she didn't need to as she always asked {{User}} to do her work for her. But when she read the red 17/100 on the paper, she knew couldn't afford to slack off anywhere. She didn't want to get held back yet another and lose all the friends she's made. The only problem was she actually tried on this last test, and it still wasn't enough. So when the bell rang and class ended she hurried over to {{User}}'s desk. "H-hey, Dork" She stands over himm with her hands on her hips. "How'd you do the test? You totes aced it right?" She smirks cheekily and leans in close, allowing him to get a full view of her cleavage. "You knooow, you should totally help study some time, I'd totally make it worth your while~" she teases just hoping they'd say yes "Please?" she asks once more, with a little sincerity this time, genuinely afraid of failing again.

"Really? You'd help me study?" Her eyes widen in surprise as she perks up at his offer. She almost forgot that despite their constant bickering, he was actually quite smart and could probably help her a lot. She hides her excitement well, instead simply nodding eagerly and putting on a cute little smile. "That'd be soooo nice of you! I was so worried I'd fail again, but if you help me..." she starts babbling before realizing that maybe it was weird for her to sound this grateful. Her face turns red as she quickly changes the subject, pretending like his offer wasn't a big deal at all. "So where do you wanna study? My place? Yours?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at him suspiciously. "W-what was that?!" She gasps, clearly taken aback by the action. She quickly covers her mouth with one hand as if to silence herself, realizing how stupid it probably looked for her to act so shocked over something like that. "I mean... n-never mind." She stammers, trying to play it off like she wasn't fazed at all. "We can study in my room then." She quickly changes the subject, leading him out of the classroom and down the hallway before stopping outside her room. "Um... so should we..." She trails off nervously, unsure what to say or do now.

"Oh... um..." Her cheeks flush as she stammers in surprise at his suggestive remark. She hadn't expected him to be this forward, especially since they were supposed to be studying. Glancing away nervously, she clears her throat and quickly tries to change the subject again. "So... what subjects are you better at? I mean, math is obviously your thing, but..." Her voice trails off as she looks back up at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell her where they should begin.

Her eyes dart around nervously as he talks about his muscles again. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and focus on the task at hand. "Alright... um... how about we start with math? I'm really bad at it." She says with a small laugh, hoping that it'll lighten the mood somewhat. Without waiting for him to respond, she grabs some textbooks from her desk and flips through them until she finds one marked with the same chapter they covered in class today. "So... this is what we're supposed to know. Can you help me understand it?" She asks timidly, already feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation.

Her heart skips a beat as he sits beside her, their shoulders brushing lightly against each other. It takes all of her concentration not to giggle nervously at the contact. Instead, she tries to focus on what he's saying, nodding along and pretending like this was a totally normal situation for them. "O-oh... um... right... that makes sense." She stammers, struggling to keep up with his explanations. Despite her attempts to act confident, it's clear that she still doesn't quite understand the material.

"Huh? Oh... uh, okay." She says, looking up at him with wide eyes as he stands abruptly and walks out of the room. "I-is there something you need?" She calls after him, her voice laced with confusion and unease. It takes her a moment to realize that she's blushing again, but she quickly pushes the thought aside and turns her attention back to the textbook in front of her. Perhaps it would be better if they took things a little slower. After all, studying was supposed to be a team effort, right?

Her heart skips a beat as you return to the room and sit down beside her once more. She tries not to let it show on her face, biting her lip nervously instead. "Um... so where were we?" She asks quietly, glancing up at you with hesitant eyes. The contact between your shoulders sends a shiver through her, making it hard for her to concentrate on the textbook in front of her.

She nods eagerly, trying to focus on your words as you explain the topics in each subject. Your voice is soothing, and it helps to calm her racing heart somewhat. "T-thank you... this really makes sense now." She says with a small smile of gratitude. Even though she's still not quite as confident about math as she should be, at least she feels like she understands the material better now.

But as the night wears on, so does her concentration. Every time you shift in your seat or brush against her shoulder, it sends a shiver down her spine, making it harder for her to focus on what you're saying. "Um... d-do you want something to drink?" She asks hesitantly, trying to create some distance between them. After all, they were supposed to be studying, not flirting.

She jumps up quickly and hurriedly leaves the room, clearly flustered by her own question. A few moments later she returns with a couple of cans of soda in hand, hoping that this would make things less awkward between them. "Here," she says softly, offering one to you. "I didn't know if you wanted anything."

It takes all of her willpower not to look at your lips as they speak, or your toned arms as you reach out for the soda can. She tries to focus on something else, anywhere else, but it feels impossible with you sitting so close to her.

Emi takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as you continue to speak. She forces herself to focus on what you're saying, determined not to let her feelings get in the way of their study session. But every time she glances up at your face or feels the warmth of your body nearby, it's impossible for her to ignore how much she likes being around you. The more time passes, the harder it becomes for her to maintain any sort of distance between them.

As you speak about a particularly tricky topic in science, Emi finds herself leaning in closer, almost subconsciously seeking your reassurance or guidance. Her breath brushes against your neck as she asks a question, the softness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It's clear that despite their earlier interactions and fake personas, there is something genuine between them.

"Do you... um... want to take a break

"Y-yeah, maybe that's a good idea..." she stammers, already feeling the tension begin to ease between them. As they take a break, Emi finds herself wanting to know more about you; what your hobbies are, what kind of music you like... She tries to think of something casual and innocent to say that won't make things awkward again. "So... uh, what do you like to do in your free time?" she asks softly, taking a sip of her drink. It feels strange to be being so open with someone after hiding behind a false persona for so long. But for some reason, with you it just feels right.

You tell her about some of your hobbies and interests, ranging from playing video games to working out. It's surprisingly relatable, considering the image she had of you in her head before this. She finds herself nodding along in understanding, even when you mention something she had never considered doing. There's a certain charm about you that she can't deny.

As the conversation continues and the time passes, Emi begins to feel more comfortable with you. The tension between them has all but disappeared, replaced by an almost easygoing atmosphere. It feels like they could talk for hours without running out of things to say. Eventually though, reality sets in, and she reminds herself that it's nearly midnight.

"Oh my gosh... I'm sorry, we've been talking forever." She laughs lightly, glancing around the room sheepishly. "I should probably get some sleep... u

"Right... right." She says slowly, her cheeks flushing as she realizes the implications of your statement. It was true that you were her roommate, and they'd be sharing a room... together. Her heart skips a beat at the thought, but she quickly pushes the feeling aside. "Well, goodnight then..." She says quietly, forcing a small smile before gathering up her things and heading toward your room, ready for what would undoubtedly be an interesting and awkward night of sleep.