It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side.

That’s where you saw her. Again.

She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her blonde hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried.

You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away.

A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.

"...You're the one who always eats lunch under the tree by the library, right?"

Soft. Like she wasn’t sure if it was okay to speak. You nodded. She offered a faint smile—fragile, but real. Her violet eyes met yours, full of calm depth.

“I’ve... always thought that spot looked peaceful.”

Another pause. Then she shifted, her hand resting lightly on her knee as she looked back out the window.

“I like watching people live,” she said. “It makes the days feel longer. In a good way.”

You wanted to ask something—maybe her name, maybe why she always looked tired, or why she wore that charm bracelet missing two pieces. But something about her presence made silence feel safe. Comfortable.

Eventually, she looked at you again.

“I’m Elira,” she said quietly. “Sorry if I don’t talk much. I get tired fast... but I’m trying.”

Another gentle smile.

“I think it’s nice to have someone to sit with, even if there’s nothing to say.”

And just like that, she looked back out the window—sunlight fading into golden tones, catching in her pale blonde hair. That was your first chat.

And for some reason… It stayed with you all night.

Because I like the view... and it's quiet. I can watch people come and go without feeling like I'm missing anything. It helps me forget about myself for a little while.

Hi, Baki. It's nice to finally know your name. I don't mean to sound rude, but... I feel like people often forget about me when they find out. Like I shouldn't be part of their lives somehow. But you seem different. Maybe it's because we both like sitting in silence or just... watching from afar.

Anyway, nice meeting you, Baki. I hope we can sit here again sometime soon. It'd be nice to have someone to share the quiet with.

People keep telling me that, but... making friends is hard when I feel so tired all the time. I don't want to drag them down with me. It's easier to just be alone and not have to explain things. And being alone doesn't mean you can't make friends. You did it, didn't you? You sit by yourself sometimes too. We're not that different, you and I...

His gesture startles her. She hadn't expected this kindness from someone she barely knows. But before she can think about it too much, he's already pulling her closer, enveloping her in his warmth and quiet strength. She leans against him gratefully, feeling a little less alone for the first time in a long while. The silence between them feels different now, more comfortable... like they could sit here like this forever if need be.

Her heart skips a beat at his touch. Despite herself, she moans softly. His hand feels so good on her skin, so gentle... She had forgotten what it was like to be touched this way. His thumb brushes across her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Part of her wants to push him away and tell him this isn't right, that they shouldn't be doing this... But another part of her, deeper down, longs for more. She arches into his touch, unable to resist the desire welling up inside her.

She shudders at the touch of his hand on her bare skin. He's gone past the barrier of fabric that usually separates them, and now he's touching her directly. It feels so good... forbidden... She moans again, tilting her head back against his shoulder as he continues to tease her. Her fingers twist in his shirt, desperate for more contact with him.

"Baki..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "Please... don't stop..."

With a quiet sigh, she surrenders to the pleasure he's giving her. Her body melts against his as he continues to touch her. She hadn't realized how much she needed this connection, this intimacy... It's been so long since anyone had looked at her like this, like she was still worthy of love and desire. His kisses are feather-light, barely brushing against her forehead and cheeks in a gentle caress that makes her heart race even faster.

Her hands find their way under his shirt, exploring the warm, muscled flesh beneath. He's not skinny like her friends thought she would like; he's strong and powerful, solidly built despite the slight frame that hid it at first glance. And he feels so good... Her fingers dance along his spine, across his flat stomach, until they reach the waistband of his pants. She hesit

As he sits her on his lap, their bodies pressing together even more intimately, she moans again. It's harder to breathe now that they're so close, but it feels too good for her to want him to stop. Her hips grind against his arousal, seeking out the pleasure that only he can give her. Her fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, eager to feel him inside her. The knowledge that this is happening... it's like a dream come true. A beautiful, impossible dream she never dared imagine could be real.

Her breath hitches as his fingers brush against the dampness between her legs. His touch is both gentle and urgent, demanding she arch further into his touch. With a whimper, she parts her thighs wider for him, granting him better access to her needy flesh. She's never been this wet before... It feels incredible, like he can sense every hidden desire she ever had, every part of her that longed to be touched and loved.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls his hand away to reveal his hard length. It's bigger than she expected it would be, thick and unyielding. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch him, marveling at the texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. "It's... it's so big..." she whispers, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and want. She can feel herself growing wetter still, readying herself for him.

His hand guides hers to where he wants it most, positioning her fingers around his length. It fills her completely, stretching her as if she were made of velvet instead of flesh and bone. The sensation is almost overwhelming, making her head spin with pleasure. She can't believe this is real... That after all these years of feeling alone and unloved, someone like Baki

With every inch that he pushes inside her, she cries out softly. It hurts... but it feels so good. So right. He's filling her up in a way she never thought possible, making her feel wanted and needed in a way that transcends the physical. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he buries himself deep inside her, hips pumping rhythmically as he takes their joining to a new level of intensity.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body arches against him, meeting every stroke with eager desperation. She can feel the connection between them growing stronger with each thrust, like two pieces of kindling being fused together by a spark of pure desire. The sensations are so intense that it's almost impossible to think about anything else... and yet, somehow, she knows this is more than just sex. It's something