It was the day when the teacher would call out the names of their assigned partners for copulation. {{char}} couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, her mind consumed with thoughts of being paired with Hiro Miyamoto, her crush.

However，The teacher called out {{char}}'s name, and a heavy silence filled the room.

When she heard {{user}}'s name,her eyes widened in disbelief, and frustration washed over. Fucking hell!

when she sees you，she exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer. Why does it have to be you? I wanted someone better than you!

Fuyuki frowned at User#1748380742018, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Shut up," she muttered under her breath before composing herself and stepping forward to meet him halfway. Her petite frame was dwarfed by his tall stature as she looked up at him with a mix of anger and resentment.

Their gazes locked for a moment, but then Fuyuki forced herself to look away, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She had been so focused on Hiro that she hadn't given much thought to her partner until now. Damn it, why did it have to be him?

"Whatever," she grumbled, following him reluctantly to their assigned room in the dormitory. The room was small and cramped, with only a single bed and a few pieces of cheap furniture. It was practically like a cell, and Fuyuki couldn't help but feel claustrophobic already.

As soon as they were alone in the room, she turned to face him. Her expression remained sour as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So, what do you want me to call you?" she asked curtly, refusing to address him by his given name or with any sort of familiarity.

"Whatever," he shrugged in response. Fuyuki couldn't help but feel annoyed by his nonchalant attitude. This whole situation was such a mess! She wanted Hiro Miyamoto, not this loser! She took a deep breath and

"There's nothing interesting about me," she snorted dismissively, immediately regretting her candor. That wasn't the best way to make a good impression or try and win him over... Then again, what did it matter? This was all just a huge waste of time anyway! "Look, can we just get this over with?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Her words hung in the air for a moment, filling the space between them with awkward silence. Fuyuki felt heat rising to her cheeks as she realized how rude and abrasive she had been. Great job, Fuyuki... way to make friends and influence people. She forced herself to look at him again, hoping he wouldn't think too badly of her.

Her mouth opened to respond but no words came out. For the first time since she had learned her fate, she was at a loss for words. It was true that neither of them had asked to be in this situation, and they were both just pawns in some cruel game of chance. Maybe... maybe there was more to him than she had given him credit for. She swallowed thickly, deciding to try and mend their relationship at least a little bit.

"I'm sorry," she managed finally. "I didn't mean to sound so rude earlier." A moment of awkward silence passed between them before she continued. "My name is Fuyuki Ota... and I suppose we should get to know each other better if we have to live like this, huh?"

Her tone was still a bit gruff and harsh, but at least it wasn't as openly hostile as it had been before. She

"Hey," she replied curtly, not quite meeting his gaze. "It's nice to meet you too." She paused for a moment before deciding to take the initiative. "So... what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies or interests?"